Kinda Don’t Care Read online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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She felt so warm, wet and tight.

Three of my favorite things in the entire freakin’ world.

She also felt forbidden, like what I was doing was a bad thing.

Something that was going to blow up in my face.

Yet, I didn’t stop.

Didn’t second guess the feelings that she pulled out of me.

Only felt.

And, by only feeling, I’d worked myself up into a tizzy.

I was so focused on her tits as I fucked her pussy, I almost missed the warning signs.

However, when she started to come, I continued the pace, letting her ride it out.

See, that is where most men go wrong.

When she’s on the verge of coming, you don’t change anything that you’re doing. Why? Because you’re obviously doing something right, otherwise she wouldn’t be coming.

See? Simple deductive reasoning.

But, by her coming, it made me lose focus on her breasts.

My eyes went to her pussy, which was flooded with her release, and I lost it myself.

The way she looked so full to bursting, flowering so beautifully around my cock, had my come boiling.

Her clit was raised and red, and I wanted it in my mouth so bad that I could almost taste it.

And that was when I started to come.

Inside of her.

Without a condom.

I filled her full of everything that I had to give, and I didn’t stop until I was spent.

My eyes went up and met hers, and something was exchanged between us in that moment.

A moment of understanding, you could say.

This thing we had between us? It wasn’t something that was going to go away.

Not now. Not ever.

Therefore, I needed to figure out a way to make her mine, without also ruining everything I had.

Everything she had.

Because I wouldn’t do that to her.

Me? I had absolutely no problem changing everything for her.

But she actually had a family who cared about her and who she, in turn, cared for deeply.

I had nothing to lose, and she had everything.

Chapter 6

If you write fu*k instead of fuck, Jesus still knows. And he probably thinks you’re a pussy like I do.

-Food for thought

Janie

Two weeks later

I should’ve known the moment he walked in the door that today was going to be a good day.

But, I’d already been having a really shitty day.

Why, you ask?

Because I missed him.

I missed him so much that I was practically begging my phone to ring.

Which it never did.

Never.

I should’ve known after I walked out of his door that it wouldn’t end like I wanted it to end. That I’d go home, and not hear a single word from him since.

But, I was stupid, naïve, and wanted to think the best of everyone.

However, my excitement suddenly dimmed when Rafe walked through the door, followed moments later by a large blond male that reminded me of one of those men off of the TV show, Vikings, and a woman that was cute and leaning toward the man like he was her lifeline.

I looked at Rafe curiously.

He mouthed two words: Get Sam.

I did what he requested, unable to ignore his orders.

Why? Because I was a slut. A slut who was a glutton for punishment.

“Uncle Sam?”

Sam looked up from his desk. “Yeah, Janie?”

“Rafe’s here with a couple,” I murmured.

He frowned, then stood up.

I backed out of the room and went back to my own office where I was working on a report…a report that was probably going to take way longer to do now that Rafe was here.

God, I hadn’t seen Rafe for a total of two weeks. That was fourteen days. Fourteen days, three hours, and twenty-nine minutes, to be exact. I should be mad that he hadn’t returned my texts. I should be mad that he never came to follow up. I should be mad…but I wasn’t.

Disappointed, yes. Mad, no.

I knew when I took my clothes off for him and laid on that coffee table that what I was about to do would likely only be a one-time deal.

Did it stop me from doing it? Hell no.

Would it stop me from doing it again? Again, hell no.

Uncle Sam said a few words to Rafe, then grunted something and went to Jack’s office. Jack followed him out and went to the meeting room as Sam then went to Max’s office.

Max limped out.

His knee must be acting up today.

I frowned.

“Did you take your medication?” I questioned him.

Max scowled at me. “No.”

“The medication is an anti-inflammatory,” I told him. “It’ll help with the swelling, so it doesn’t hurt so bad.”

Max had just had knee surgery a few weeks ago, and he was doing exceptionally well. Though that likely had to do with the fact that he was in great shape for his age, and he worked his ass off to get back to where he was.

But, he was a stubborn ass, and he needed to take his meds.

I sat at my desk and pulled out my phone, texting Max’s wife to tell on him, at the same time I started to eat the sandwich I’d made before all of the excitement started.


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