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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The only good thing about this was that the cops in Kilgore weren’t crooked.

The bad thing was that there were some officials who were the checks and balances for the KPD who were questionable.

And obviously whatever Troy used to get him out of whatever stupid situations he put himself in, was enough to make him think he was invincible.

Needless to say, I was pissed.

Really pissed.

And I couldn’t do one damn thing about it.

“I have to call my lawyer now,” I muttered, starting in the direction of my phone, which I thought I might’ve left in my purse in the kitchen.

“I’m not letting what Troy did to me go,” Bowe told me as he grabbed my hand. “And I have people working on it, so don’t stress.”

I turned to look at him.

“Who?” I questioned.

His smile brightened. “A married couple. They specialize in exactly this kind of thing, and kick ass at doing it.”

His grin was contagious, and before I knew it, I found myself smiling right along with him.

The idea of Troy’s destruction had a way of doing that to me.

“I suppose that’ll be nice,” I agreed. “But what can this couple do that somebody else can’t? Like, you know…the police?”

Bowe grinned.

“Jack and Winter are pretty down-to-earth people. Jack’s retired army, working as a mechanic just outside of town, while Winter is a paramedic with me. She’s not on my shift, though,” he continued. “And they don’t like to see the little people like you and me get taken advantage of. And they especially don’t like little fuckers like Troy abusing the system.”

I blew out a breath.

“They’re really that good?” Skepticism was thick in my voice, and I was sure that my disbelief showed.

“They’re better than you think they are. Think—getting into the FBI database, or fucking NSA without being detected—good.” He started forward, and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What are you doing?” I asked him suspiciously.

When I went to step back, my arms still filled with clothes (and yes, I did have that entire conversation naked as the day I was born but for the tablecloth still loosely wrapped around me), he stopped me with a hand on the wall next to my hip.

“I’m finishing what I started.” He leaned in.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, dipping my knees to duck under his arm.

I should’ve known the playful movement wouldn’t slip past him.

What I hadn’t expected, though, was to have my back against the wall and my legs spread wide, both draped over his muscled forearms, in the next second.

Before I could blink, he moved and did the impossible.

I felt spread wide, for all the world to see.

“Bowe,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

And what have you done with my shy Bowe?

“I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for a very long time now,” he replied.

“And what’s that?”

“Take advantage of you.”

Then he pressed into me, dropped one of my legs, and yanked the button of his jeans.

His knuckles bumped against my exposed clit, and I inhaled swiftly in reaction.

His eyes, those melted chocolate eyes, seemed to bore into my soul the moment they made contact with mine.

Then I felt his bare cock at my entrance.

Eyes staying connected with mine, he watched me as he slowly inched inside.

My mouth fell open, and by the time he was fully inside of me, all the breath had left my lungs, leaving me slightly frantic.

He leaned forward, pressed his lips to mine, and grinned against my lips. “Breathe.”

I inhaled, stealing the breath from his body, and he started to move.

Slowly at first, in and out. Deep and hard.

Then my hips started to move, searching for something.

He ground his cock inside of me, biting his lip and groaning as he did.

His head went back on his shoulders, and I admired his strong, corded neck.

Then I heard his groan as I also watched his Adam’s apple bob, and knew he was close.

“You close, Bowe?” I whispered, lifting my hand to run down his chest. “You want to come inside me? Fill me with you?”

His head came back down slowly, his eyes so intense that it was almost hard to witness.

“I’ve been wanting you every day since PD found out his girl was working with you across the street. Every fucking dream I have, you’re in it,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I know it’s too early.”

My heart started to pound along with my sex.

His hips snapped forward, smashing into the backs of my thighs, throwing me roughly against the wall.

I lifted up and grabbed hold of the coat hook that was right above my head, both hands holding firmly as he started to really fuck me.

Hard.

The sounds of our hips slapping together had my heart rate accelerating even faster.

Everything—his hips, my pussy. The feel of him inside me. It was all enough to make my every nerve ending seem like it was literally on fire.



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