Flash Point Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Kilgore Fire, #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kilgore Fire Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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I watched as the two spoke, Booth more softly than the other man, before he finally took a seat on his bed and stewed in relative silence, keeping his gaze on the young woman in bed on my other side.

I raised my eyes at Booth, and he looked at me and shook his head.

“Later,” he said.

I nodded, then watched with a detached eye as the doctor came up to me, then immediately started cutting into my skin with a large scalpel.

“Well,” I said ninety minutes later as we were on our way home. I looked down at my belly and the stitches. “That’s going to leave a scar.”

Booth snorted and pulled out into traffic, but instead of him heading for my house, he headed out of town.

“Where are we going?” I probed quietly, the pain meds they’d given me were making me tired.

But the moment I heard him say, “My place,” I was wide awake.

“We’re going to your place?” I sat up straighter.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “You can stay at my place this time. It’ll be fun to have our roles reversed.”

I snorted.

“You were high,” I said. “I was gored by a deer. They’re a little different.”

He didn’t reply, and I fell asleep waiting for him to say something else.

I only woke up long enough for him to lay me in the bed, then work my blood soaked shirt up and over my head.

I wasn’t awake for the part where he put me into his shirt.

Nor was I aware that he stared at me while I slept for over two hours before he went to bed.

And not once did he let me go.

Chapter 15

There’s nothing wrong with a man making his own sandwich…if his woman is useless, that is.

-Things you shouldn’t say to a woman

Booth

My stomach roiled for the umpteenth time as I watched Masen slowly rouse from sleep.

Her face had tiny cuts all over it. Her eyes were black.

Her mouth was stretched taut as she grimaced even in sleep.

Her hands were thrown up over her head, making the shirt I’d put her in last night ride up over her hips and come to a rest just under her belly button.

The white bandage that was covering her stitches was partially exposed, making my stomach knot.

It could’ve been so much worse.

Motherfucker.

I’d passed that same exact gap in the trees hundreds of times before, and even I had seen deer there before.

What were the odds that she’d hit one?

High, obviously, if they’d put the sign up.

I just had to be thankful that she wasn’t in a small car.

Her Jeep had been totaled.

The entire front end of the old yellow machine was just gone.

“You need to stop staring at me like I’m broken,” Masen’s sweet, tired voice admonished.

My eyes flicked up to hers, and I smiled, wincing only slightly.

“I look that bad?” She teased, raising her arm up to touch her face lightly.

“Not that bad,” I lied.

She snorted.

“You’re a bad liar,” she said. “I thought you had to do some training today.”

“I called them and told them I’d be late. They understood,” I explained.

Masen’s eyes closed and she smiled.

“Then you can spend the day worshipping me,” she said with a smile on her face. “Brush my hair. Rub lotion into my skin. Take me. Over and over again.”

Even though my dick hardened at her comment, I didn’t rise to the bait.

“You’re hurt,” I said.

She squinted one eye open at me.

“I’m not hurt enough that I don’t want to enjoy having a few uninterrupted hours with each other,” she said. “I can handle a little pain with my pleasure.”

Possibilities started to whirl in my mind as I thought about the implications of her words.

Leaning down over her, being sure to make my hips the only thing that touched her as I planted my hands in the bed beside her head, I stared into her eyes.

“There are infinite possibilities…” I said. “When you’re better.”

She lifted a lip at me in a silent snarl.

“I don’t like the way you’re thinking,” she pouted, lifting her hands and running them up my naked sides.

I hadn’t slept in anything last night, and the way my hard cock sat unrestrained against her bare pussy had me rearing and ready to go even without the least bit of work up on either of our parts.

She pulled me down, and the muscles in my arms started to burn as I held the position above her.

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths molding and tongues dueling.

She moaned into my mouth and lifted her hips up to grind into my cock.

She hissed when her hurt hand lifted to press into my side.

When I went to pull away, though, her other hand lifted and held onto my hair, keeping me in place.

Then she bit my lip, making my cock jump.

I pushed down against her, making sure to grind myself down into her, running the length of my erection up and down the lips of her sex.


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