Strange & Unusual (Battle Crows MC #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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However, with it being the New Year, I had to consider my new goals.

And one of those goals was me coming out of my comfort zone and allowing the club to hold parties at my place since I had the most room.

I had seven hundred acres, give or take, that I’d ‘won’ in the divorce.

Really, I’d had fifteen hundred. But, like everything else, it didn’t matter if Rachel all but hated the acreage. She was getting her share.

That share includes eight hundred acres in West Texas, where thankfully she resided when she wasn’t running the business that we shared.

The reluctance at having the party at my house dissipated the moment I sat down next to the girl that was downing Whataburger like it was about to be stolen from her.

Hell, watching her pick those fries up out of the dirt and eat them had been the highlight of my night.

I’d studied her a long time before even taking the spot next to her.

She was medium-sized height, but super curvy. Her raven-colored hair had been tucked up underneath her hat, but small ringlets had fallen free, revealing that it was a nest of curls. She had aquamarine eyes that seemed to shine when close to the fire.

God, she was gorgeous.

Then, she’d surprised me by reading the entire time that I did, and leaving me the fuck alone. Which, let me tell you, that didn’t ever happen.

Not with my family. Not with the club. And definitely not with women.

But she’d been different.

Her body had been the first thing to draw me in.

She was thick.

Not in an unhealthy way, either. But in an ‘I’m a voluptuous goddess’ kind of way.

She had tits. Ass.

And she looked like she never skipped a meal.

As a baker and a lover of all things fattening, I fucking loved it.

She’d kept on surprising me until we’d walked into my house and continued to spend our night together.

Then, all of a sudden, it was way too early in the morning to be considering anything with her, considering I had an interview I needed to be at in less than an hour that was to take place at my bakery.

But there I was, initiating something that I knew was going to take way longer than an hour.

Especially with the way she responded to everything that I did to her.

My mouth hit fabric, and I paused to hook my hands in the tight fabric at her waist.

Once I had a good hold, they were gone.

I had her panties and pants off within seconds of each other and decorating my floor in the next instant.

Her thighs, thick and beautiful, were clamped tight as I felt her hands in my hair start to tighten.

I grinned at her wickedly, looking at her as if only my silent pleading would get her to open them for me.

Something in which she did once her gaze caught mine.

“Thank you.” I winked.

She melted even further, her thighs inching open one delicious inch at a time.

I nuzzled the inside of her thighs, pushing them farther and farther open until my shoulders could fit between her splayed legs.

She gasped when I made the move, her eyes widening comically wider.

“I’ve never… I never…” She trailed off when I started my descent, her eyes so wide that I knew she was surprised.

She’d never had a man go down on her.

I’d better make it everything she always wondered about.

I took a solid lick, tasting her flesh, and loving what I tasted.

I groaned at the taste of her, going back for more, and more, and more until she was squirming against me.

She was a vibrating mess as I pulled away, twisted, and then went even further to pull her over my body.

With my clothes still very firmly in place, I pulled her to hover over my mouth, then snaked my hand up until my fingers could breach her entrance.

She gasped, her eyes wide and terrified.

“I’ll smother you,” she said, making a move to get off.

I held her, my arm practically all the way around her waist, and pressed her even farther into me.

Then I started to lick.

Eventually, she forgot discomfort, allowing her legs to go lax around my head.

Her fingers, which had been holding me away—or trying to anyway—dug into my hair, pulling it so hard that it was stinging.

Just the way I liked it.

She groaned and cursed, writhing on my face like she was trying to find something that she’d never felt before.

Which, with the way she’d been acting since the moment that I started stripping her naked, she might not have.

At least, not with a man that could appreciate her curves.

I was so lost in the way she tasted, the way my fingers glided into her pussy, and the way that she was all but losing it on my face, that I didn’t realize she was close to coming.



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