How About No Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Bear Bottom Guardians MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bear Bottom Guardians MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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He winked at me and stood, his eyes once again going across the street.

I saw a woman there, kitted out in high heels and a flowy dress, drawing on the storefront windows with shoe polish. “Who’s that?”

Bayou shrugged. “New bakery chick. She opens at the end of the month.”

“How do you know?” I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything on the window’s storefront that would tell me what it was.

Other than the half-drawn cupcake, I couldn’t see any distinguishing markers that would give that information out freely.

“She comes to visit a man once a week at the prison,” he answered, his eyes still captivated. “I have to throw away her goddamn cupcakes, too.”

I gasped. “Why?”

He looked down at me then.

“Have you ever thought about smuggling razor blades in cupcakes? What about lube?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. “Did she? No, I mean the answer is no,” I admitted. “Did she hide something in the cupcake?”

He shook his head. “No. But it’s been done before. Fool me once…” With that, he left, offering me a wink. “Take care of yourself, girl.”

I lifted my hand to wave but stopped halfway when I felt the entire thing cramp up.

My stomach bottomed out as my hand went into a violent spasm, and I barely stopped the cry of pain from falling past my lips.

Luckily, I managed, because Bayou didn’t turn around or catch the pain.

Then again, I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d held the cries in, or because there was a hawk in the air drawing his attention away from me.

Sighing in pain, I shoved what was left of my no longer appetizing lunch into my sack and stood up.

All the while, I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Spending any length of time with Wade was downright terrifying.

Chapter 6

My alone time is for everyone’s safety.

-Coffee Cup

Wade

“Seriously, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve this kind of life?” I groaned.

Seeing Landry standing on her porch in her tiny-ass fucking shorts had my cock hardening beyond anything that would ever be comfortable for a four-hour car ride.

Not to mention I was in pain on top of that, and in a really god-awful mood.

I was rethinking my ability to spend four hours in a vehicle with my ex-wife who still had the capability to bring me from soft to fully hard with just a goddamn look, especially dressed like she was.

“Fuckkk,” I growled as I watched her walk down toward me. “Fuck my life.”

I got out after I parked and walked around the car, limping only slightly as I opened her car door wide.

She smiled timidly at me and scooted around the car door, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage as she did.

Where the shorts were tight, the tank top was loose and flowy, showing off her impressive rack.

God, I loved her tits.

Loved and missed them.

“So, do you have any idea what’s going on?” she asked. “Or is this just a joy ride?”

I snorted. “If it was a joy ride, I’d be on my bike. And as for what’s going on, I got a call from my dad, who got a call from our lawyer. He needs to see us.”

She gave me an assessing look, then dropped down into the car.

When her feet were in, I closed the door and tried not to show how much it hurt to walk as I moved back around the front of the car. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t ride my bike that far with the kind of pain I was currently in.

Once I was in my seat again, the throbbing in my upper thigh simmered back down to manageable levels instead of gut boiling I’m-about-to-die pain.

“I seriously don’t understand why the lawyer needs both of us present,” Landry grumbled as she settled into her chair. “Or what would require us to be present at all.”

Her skin stuck to the leather, and it made a farting sound, causing her to blush.

“That was the seat,” she automatically replied.

I snorted. “Sure, it was.”

Her face colored even darker. “I swear to God it was, Wade.”

Inwardly I smiled.

Outwardly, I remained cool and collected.

This had always been the easy part between Landry and me, the back and forth banter that had was a part of how we communicated.

I loved this Landry.

It was the Landry who broke my heart, the one who left me, that I wasn’t sure about.

She scooted again, trying to recreate the sound, and couldn’t.

“Oh my God.” She groaned. “Seriously.”

I began to chuckle then.

Seeing her so flustered as she tried to recreate the sound had my belly loosening for the first time since yesterday when my dad had called me.

“I don’t know why he needs us both there,” I admitted. “But my dad called and said that the lawyer needed to talk to both of us, and he wouldn’t say why. Swear to God.”


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