Vodka on the Rocks Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC, #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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Except someone blocked it, causing it to pop back over into my face.

I blinked, watching silently as the ball fell and landed unceremoniously at my feet.

I blinked again, looking up to see a wall of black in front of me.

I narrowed my eyes at Casten.

He glared back.

“What?” I snapped.

“You’re ignoring me,” he growled.

I laughed.

“No, if I were ignoring that would be an intentional expenditure of effort on my part. I’m working,” I snarled.

He didn’t reply.

“You have a lunch break today?” he asked.

I nodded, not sure where this was going.

“And what did you do on your lunch break?” he asked casually.

“I ate lunch,” I said stubbornly.

“Really?” He half laughed. “And did you pull your phone up during lunch?”

I squeezed my lips together.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. “So you saw the fifteen fucking calls I left on your fucking voicemail.”

“Language,” I snapped. “These are high school girls, not the club.”

He gritted his teeth.

“What time are you done today?” he rumbled.

I looked at the girls, who were now watching us avidly.

“Five,” I muttered, knowing they would’ve told him the truth if I hadn’t.

“I’ll wait,” he said, walking to the bleachers where he climbed up to the very top row and sat down resting his back against the wall.

“Wonderful,” I muttered to myself. “Just freakin’ wonderful.”

***

“Ready?” I heard asked at my back.

I resisted the urge to shudder.

“Yes,” I mumbled, shoving papers into my bag to grade.

On top of being the girls’ volleyball coach, I was also teaching health for two periods. Which meant grading a lot of papers.

If I had my choice, I would give an attendance grade seeing as I wasn’t sure anyone ever really paid attention in health class.

Hell, the most action I’d gotten from my students all semester was the day we had our CPR course.

“You’re dilly-dallying,” Casten growled.

I turned around, bag in one hand and papers in the other, and glared.

“What makes you think that I don’t have a fuckin’ reason for doing what I do?” I growled.

He held up his hands.

“Down tiger,” he said soothingly, although his eyes flashed, telling a different story.

I shoved the rest of my things in my bag, bending them to hell and back, but I couldn’t seem to find the desire to care at that moment in time.

I walked past him, knocking his shoulder, and headed to the back hallway to turn off the last of the lights.

I hit the first two in the locker room before heading to the last one in the back hallway.

But before I could hit the lights, my hand was stilled by Casten’s.

“What’s your problem?” he stopped me.

I tried to rip my hand free from his grip, but he held on with an embarrassing lack of effort.

“I’m pissed,” I growled.

“Why?” he countered.

I looked across the room at the mirror and glared at his reflection in it.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you why I’m pissed. Suffice it to say, you’re the reason, and that’s that,” I snapped.

He tightened his hands on my wrists.

“That’s not it. Tell me fuckin’ why, or I’ll make you tell me,” he hissed.

My fists clenched.

“Because you fucking pouted last night instead of talking to me. Then made Core spend the night and take me to work, when I didn’t want him to be there. I wanted you to be there. But you were too busy being a little titty baby,” I yelled.

He moved me until my ass met the counter, crowding so close that I was sure he was either going to lay in to me or fuck me.

If I had a choice, I was hoping it would be the latter and not the former.

I dropped my head down and shut my eyes tightly.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” I exclaimed.

I waited.

Nothing.

“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried.

I waited.

Again, nothing.

“Shit,” I said, opening my eyes.

“Done?” Casten asked from where he’d trapped me against the bathroom counter.

“My clothes are getting wet. In fact, I think my pants are soaked all the way through,” I grumbled, leaning forward until my upper body was laying across the counter.

Casten sat up until all that was touching me were his hips, where his massive erection dug into my ass.

“You’re cute,” he said, reaching up and pulling my hair out of my ponytail.

I glared. “I’m not cute.”

He grabbed my face and turned it to face the mirror.

His hands were squeezing my face so I looked like I had ten chin rolls and lips three sizes too big.

“See,” he said. “Cute.”

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He grinned and let my face go, leaning back until he was once again only touching me with his hips.

“Well, go ahead and do it if you’re going to do it,” I grumbled.

His brows rose.

“That didn’t sound very convincing. You can do better if you want me,” he rocked his hips.

I furrowed my lip at him.



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