Put Out Read Online Lani Lynn Vale Books (Kilgore Fire #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kilgore Fire Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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I’d nearly made it, too, but my pants caught on the fence I was trying to skulk behind, and I groaned when I heard the rip.

“You okay?” an amused male voice asked from in front of me.

He could see over the fence.

Of course he could.

It was only a five-foot fence. Why hadn’t I realized that?

“Fine, thanks,” I waved.

He moved forward until his arms rested on top of the fence, and his eyes went down to my pants.

“You don’t look okay,” he observed.

I gritted my teeth.

“Well, your eyes are obviously not working,” I snapped, ripping my pants free from the nail which happened to be sticking out of the fence.

His eyes watched as I covered my exposed ass back up with the newly added flap.

“Okay.” He held his hands up. “Sorry that I asked.”

I wasn’t.

I liked that he asked. That he cared enough to stop what he was doing to come and check on me.

I liked having his eyes on me, which was the root of the problem.

I sucked at making relationship choices, as evidenced by my asshole ex. Bowe seemed like a nice guy now, but who’s to say that he would always be that nice?

That’s right, I had no guarantee that one day he wouldn’t try to kill me like my last ex had.

Then where the hell would I be?

That’s right, in a hell of a lot of trouble.

“See you around,” I muttered, escaping as quickly as my feet would take me.

Bowe’s eyes followed me as I went.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “See you later.”

Chapter 1

I just ate a Snickers and I’m still a bitch. WTF- Snickers! False advertisement is a crime!

-Secret thoughts of Bowe

Bowe

“Shit, Bowe,” Sierra smiled at me. “I have to go, my friend finally decided to study. She’s habitually late. I’m sorry I teased you.”

I grinned at Sierra.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand. Call or Skype me later.”

Sierra’s beautiful face filled the screen. “I can do that.”

She closed her screen down; instead of doing the same, I took the phone from my nightstand and texted PD, telling him that we were going to have to postpone our lunch about thirty minutes. Seemed I had a pesky hard on to deal with, and I didn’t think I could go to lunch with it throbbing in my pants.

Sierra and I had been dating online for about a month now.

Surprisingly, I’d met her at the supermarket while on a food run with the Kilgore Fire Department, and we’d exchanged emails and phone numbers while standing in line.

Originally, I’d stopped there because I’d seen a certain brunette at the same grocery store.

Trying to make her jealous, I’d allowed Sierra to make the move instead of avoiding any advances like I normally would have.

When I got no reaction out of Angie, I knew that I needed to move on.

And I’d tried.

With Sierra.

She was nice enough, but she wasn’t Angie.

Unluckily for the both of us, Sierra lived out of state, and we started to get to know each other online and through emails rather than the traditional face-to-face way.

That worked for me, though.

I was a thirty-two year old man who couldn’t talk to a beautiful woman without finding a fault. Every woman I came into contact with got compared to her—Angie.

After taking care of messaging PD, I flipped the chair catch that allowed my computer chair to sit further back, and leaned backwards, letting my feet rest against the desktop.

Unzipping my jeans, I was about to do what every red-blooded man would do in a time like this, after the show Sierra had just given me with those bouncy breasts, when a moan drifted out of my computer.

Freezing, I stared at the computer like it’d somehow become possessed in the last two minutes since I’d used it.

Then another moan came.

And another.

“Oh, Brody,” Sierra’s voice drifted out of my speakers. “You know how I like it.”

With a shake of my head, I let my feet drop from the desktop, and I grudgingly buttoned my pants.

With my erection completely gone, I sat forward, deleted all of Sierra’s emails, friends accounts, and deleted her from my Skype list.

Five minutes later, as I ordered more lumber for the build I was working on with my fellow firefighters and two great friends, PD and Able, I idly wondered why it was so fucking hard to find a woman who wasn’t a complete douche.

When I listened to ladies whining about ‘all the good guys being taken,’ I had to wonder if they realized that the road went both ways. Maybe they weren’t one of the good women—which was what I was having a problem with.

I couldn’t find one.

I’d thought I’d found one in a lovely lady named Masen, but she’d been in love with one of my fellow firefighters, Booth, since she was sixteen.

We’d been in the early stages of dating when Booth came back to town, and the moment the two saw each other, I knew that that was it for me. Booth and Masen were meant for each other. However, that didn’t make it any easier on me.



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