Boomtown Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
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I decided to be nosy, so I opened his medicine cabinet and looked inside. There was a razor, shaving cream, some Band-Aids, ibuprofen, and a prescription of sleeping pills. Everything was lined up in perfect little rows according to size, and my messy self couldn’t stand it, so I messed it all up and moved it around. Obviously he was anal about order, and it made me laugh out loud when I thought about him coming in here and seeing the mess that I made.

Finished in the bathroom I walked back into the bedroom to find my clothes piled on the end of the bed. I slipped by bra and panties on. Then my jeans and tank. Slipped my feet into my boots and headed out to the kitchen where he had coffee waiting.

I declined the offer when he nodded at the pot. I glanced at his appliances and noticed that those were stainless steel as well. Jesus. Even the countertops in here were the same.

"No thanks. I don't do coffee. It makes me hyper." I supplied as an explanation.

He cracked a half smile and motioned for me to head out. Apparently he was a man of few words. So that's what I did, heading for the front door. At least his living room looked a little homier. He had a micro suede sectional couch that looked extremely comfortable. There was a huge flat screen mounted to the wall, satellite receiver and an Xbox console on a shelf underneath of it.

I walked in front of him out the door and to his bike. He got on and then offered the hand just as he did the night before. I took his hand and settled myself plastered up against him without having to be prompted. I glanced around the area, noticing other bikes parked outside doors as well. One had a red Toyota Corolla, but other than that it was dominated by motorcycles.

“What is this place?” I asked him.

“Compound.” He said.

I waited for more but it never came, so I asked him another question.

“Compound for what?” I questioned.

“For my men.” He clipped.

“Like what? The guys who work for you?” I continued.

“Yeah.” He said. “Like that.”

He started the bike with a roar and shot forward making me squeal in surprise and elation. My arms wound around his waist and squeezed tight. He chuckled and patted my thigh. It was like one of those roller coasters that makes your belly feel like it was dropping right before a big drop. I always thought motorcycles were unsafe, but came to a quick realization that Sam was in complete control of this powerful bike.

He was vigilant looking for other drivers. His eyes took in everything around him. He switched lanes when he noticed a car that didn’t see us. He anticipated absolutely everything.

The drive to my truck was freeing. Although the motorcycle helmet obstructed some of my view, I rather enjoyed seeing my little town without the confines of vehicle. The morning felt unusually cool with the wind ripping past us. My hair was flying all around me, and would most likely be a rat’s nest by the time I got to the truck. I rounded my shoulders a bit and leaned a little more into Sam, hoping he would block the chilly wind some. Noticing this, at the next stop he leaned forward and took off his leather jacket, handing it to me without a word. Obviously the man missed nothing. I slipped my arms into it and relished the heat that instantly surrounded me.

Feeling better now, I looked around thinking that maybe it would be nice to go on a long road trip to see the sights. Finally we arrived at my truck, and he pulled up on the driver’s side.

He held his hand out as if motioning for me to get off, so that's what I did. Thinking that was a nice brush-off, I turned and started to round my truck when he looped a finger through my belt loop and yanked me so that I landed in his lap. His hands shot out and up and buried in my hair as his mouth connected with mine.

Moaning into his mouth he finally let me go and helped me stand. My legs felt wobbly, so I waited a few moments until I could get my wits about me again.

He held out his hand, so I did the first thing that popped into my mind and have him a high five. He shook his head like he couldn't believe that I had just done that and laughed.

He snapped his fingers and said "Phone" to me. How the heck was I supposed to get phone out of that, I don’t know. Assuming he meant that he wanted me to hand him my phone, I reached into my pocket and gave it to him.

He fiddled with it for a few minutes and I heard his phone chirp.

Handing it back to me he said, "Gotta go. Call me when you get off.”

Nodding my head I rounded the truck, started it up and was out of the parking lot with a whoosh. I glanced in my rear view mirror and noticed that he waited to leave until he could no longer see my truck anymore.

Oh my god. That was the best night of my life. By far. Hands down. No holds barred. Better than cookie cake from the Great American Cookie Factory. Yes, nothing for the rest of my life would ever top this night. Too bad I would never call him, and he would probably never call me.



Arriving home, I went straight to the kitchen and thanked Mrs. Kowalsky for watching Janie for the night. After my third thank you she gave me a knowing smile. What did I have de-flowered stamped on my forehead now?

“It was a birthday present dear; I know you don’t get out enough. I enjoy little Ms. Janie, she was the highlight of my week. I haven’t had much use since Darryl died. Watching her makes me feel alive again. I am here anytime you need me.” She gushed.


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