I’d Rather Not Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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He’d studiously avoided everything intimate since then. He hadn’t backed off of seeing me, thank God, but he had made sure to always put the brakes on before we found ourselves in that particular situation again.

My nipples pebbled behind the workout tank top that I’d put on that morning, and I thanked my lucky stars that a damn snake had found its way into my Jeep and disappeared into my floorboard.

It would be my luck that it’d up and die in there, but right now, with Pace’s face practically resting against my crotch? I couldn’t find it in me to care.

I moaned, and Pace took it as I was worried about the snake.

What he didn’t know was that I didn’t give one good goddamn about the snake—at least right now. All I cared about was my libido, and how it was so sad.

Yes, my vagina was sad.

It wanted Pace. Badly.

God, I’d nearly worn out three sets of batteries in my vibrator these last eight weeks. I could really, really go for him bringing me to an orgasm instead of his imaginary self.

His face turned and his lips once again skimmed my thigh, and I arched up slightly, unable to stop myself.

He caught the movement for what it was and frowned, slowly pulling himself away from me.

I would’ve cried if I didn’t want him to know that I was dying inside. Slowly and surely.

Instead, I pasted on a false smile and said, “If that snake dies in my dash, you’re buying me a new Jeep.”

Pace’s eyes were serious as he said, “You can drive my truck until the smell’s gone.”

I rolled my eyes and gestured for the house.

“My ‘I have to pee’ level is at a DEFCON one now. You better go,” I urged.

Pace put the Jeep into first gear and started back down his driveway, arriving at his house moments later. I hopped out easily and without hinderance, since Pace had helped me take the tops and doors off—something I’d not done in a year.

It was honestly liberating.

I loved the feel of the open wind on my face.

My father had spoiled me to death when I was younger. He’d never once hesitated to take me for rides on his motorcycle, and he’d given me the love of the open air.

But, since I wasn’t really willing to drive a motorcycle myself, I’d gotten the next best thing—a Jeep.

I loved my Jeep.

I loved it even more when the man I loved drove it for me, letting me sit back and relax and enjoy the ride.

Rushing up to the front door, I quickly inputted the alarm code that would disarm and unlock Pace’s house and hurried inside.

I’d gotten his alarm code about two weeks ago when I’d needed to come over and borrow a cup of sugar. I’d come over an hour later while he was still on shift and left a plate of homemade chicken and dumplings soup in his fridge, as well as a half a pan of brownies.

He’d thanked me the next day by taking me out for lunch during his break at work.

We hadn’t gone a single day since that night without seeing each other.

And I loved it.

I loved it a whole lot.

The quiet whir of the air conditioner was the only thing to greet me as I hurried into Pace’s quiet house.

I rushed to the bathroom and did my business, coming out seconds later to see Pace walking in the door, adjusting his penis in his pants.

Things inside of me started to tense in anticipation.

“You want to watch a movie?” he asked. “I’m beat. I didn’t realize these shifts at work were going to be as tiring as they are. I swear, I’m always on guard when I’m riding those motorcycles. People are dumbasses and barely even see me half the time.”

I nodded to the couch. “Sure thing. As long as we don’t forget about Jagger. I haven’t been home all day and I really should go let him out. He has an iron bladder, but accidents do happen.”

He gestured to the bags in his hand that he’d carried in. “How about you get started on the cinnamon rolls that we bought, and I’ll go let him out. Bring him over?”

I grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “Sounds perfect.”

While he was gone and the cinnamon rolls were filling the house with their delicious aroma, I started to snoop.

I wasn’t normally nosey, but I also wasn’t normally as horny as I was, either.

I moaned and leaned over the counter, pressing my thighs together to try to ease the ache that was centered between my legs.

I dropped my hand and pressed it hard to my crotch, willing the feeling of want and need to go away.

But it only made it worse.

It also happened to be right when Pace pulled up in my Jeep.


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