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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She smiled.

“I’d just gotten out of the shower when you got here,” she explained. “But I forgot about them when I remembered the moon and wanted to see it. So I rushed a little bit.”

“Mmmm,” I said. “Works out for me.”

I lifted her shirt from her body, growling softly when the familiar glint of metal sparkled against the piercings in her nipples.

I leaned down and captured one with my mouth, circling my tongue around the metal as I flicked the very tip of her nipple.

My other hand went down to her pants and worked her short shorts off over her hips.

She helped, of course, feeling even more eager than I to have our bodies back together.

Once her shorts were gone, I worked my cock out of my pants, letting it slap thickly against her exposed sex.

She moaned, lifting her hips up in a silent plea.

There was no foreplay this time.

It’d been too long for us.

So, without further hesitation, I lifted my lips from her nipple, lined my cock up with her entrance, and slowly eased deep inside, hitting the back of her with one long thrust.

Her eyes widened, and she gave out a silent gasp.

I let my hand rest softly on the side of her face while I worked my hips, pushing into her and pulling out.

She bit her lip to keep her moan inside, and I grinned down at her, completely sure I could make her be loud.

And I did.

My thrusts became harder, and soon she couldn’t hold those moans in.

Her hips went up in time with my thrusts, heels digging into my backside as I bottomed out over and over, deep inside.

I sucked on her neck, and she turned to allow me better access.

“Oh,” she breathed.

I followed the direction of her gaze, stilling my strokes when I saw the moon.

“It’s so big,” she breathed.

My eyes took in the moon as it shined over the water through the trees.

It was an eerie orangey red in color and looked almost other worldly.

I turned back to the woman underneath me.

“I could’ve never pictured anything more perfect than this…with you…right now,” I rumbled softly.

Her eyes teared up, and she lifted her mouth to mine.

“I love you, Casten,” she whispered against my lips.

“I love you more.”

We came like that, staring into each other’s eyes.

And I never, in my life, felt anything so perfect.

***

“And what was your other condition?” I asked an hour later with her laying in my arms.

She sighed and sat up, leaning onto one elbow.

“I need to see Jet,” she hesitated, “and I need you to come with me.”

Chapter 21

Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them an extra bullet for their gun. Maybe they only missed the first time.

-Words of wisdom

Gustavo

I watched my daughter walk through the door, holding hands with Casten as if her life depended on him being there.

“Why are we all here?” my wife asked. “Shouldn’t this be private?”

I shook my head. “She wanted us here…in case.”

My wife nodded and placed her head against my shoulder as we watched our daughter walk to the man that had nearly taken the life from her…the air straight from her lungs…twice.

“Can we listen?” I asked Ridley.

Ridley nodded. “Sure.”

He flipped a switch on the wall, and we both froze at hearing that achingly familiar voice.

When my daughter had first met Jet, it hadn’t occurred to me that they’d become more than just each other’s best friends.

Hell, they were young kids, their whole lives in front of them.

But they’d become inseparable when they were teenagers. Somehow, though, I’d known that they weren’t meant for each other.

Jet was always a selfish boy.

Tasha was a giving girl, and together they didn’t make the best of couples.

And now, years later, I was reminded of why.

Because Jet always looked out for himself, first.

Never thought about anyone but himself.

And his parents catered to his every whim. Because of their control over his life, he was now currently handcuffed to the table when he could’ve been free to live his life. And my daughter now had a man at her side that always put her first.

Not the other way around.

I had no doubt that they’d be together forever.

And as he held her, quietly listening while Jet tried to talk his way out of a hole, I couldn’t find one single issue with Casten.

He was a good man.

And I couldn’t wait to give this man my daughter’s hand in marriage.

***

Three months later

“And who gives this woman to this man?” the preacher asked.

I smiled down at my daughter.

“Her mother and I do.”

Epilogue

Hell hath no fury like a hungry, pregnant, led by her emotions woman. May you rest in peace.

-Casten’s secret thoughts

Casten

Year 1

I walked inside our new house, fully expecting Tasha to meet me at the door like she usually did, but I was disappointed.

She wasn’t anywhere in the front room, living room or office.



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