Life To My Flight Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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The bullfrogs in the bayou behind us started croaking loud while we all watched each other in silence.

“Well, okay,” she said as she started walking. “I’ll just be up there.”

Before she passed, I stopped her with a hand on her wrist and pulled her into me.

Kissing her on the lips, I said, “Thanks baby.”

Then I let her go.

“You’re welcome,” she said before walking quietly away.

She turned back about halfway there and walked back to grab my keys, and then headed back in the direction she came.

They waited until she was up the stairs before they spoke.

At once.

“We’re really sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We were horrible. I’m sorry.”

I smiled sadly. “I know. Just…don’t do it again, okay?”

They all nodded. “We don’t want to lose you.”

I hung my head and ran my hand against the back of my neck.

It was sore, and I was seriously over this day.

“We want to get to know her,” Mikayla said. “We know she’s the one.”

I turned my head slightly to the side, wondering how they’d come to that conclusion when they were so against her earlier in the day.

“You love her. It’s obvious to us now,” Meredith said quietly.

I nodded. “I do.”

“Then it’s best that we start trying to get along now. We don’t want to make anything harder for you when it comes to her,” Molly sighed.

Molly didn’t sound as truthful about what she said as the other two did, but I’d take what I could get.

Molly was still the baby, even if she was twenty years old now.

“Okay, well then it’s time y’all get back home. Maybe you can start getting to know her next week,” I ordered.

They looked upset that I was telling them to go home, but we’d gotten the hard part out of the way. They were going to try with Rue and, at this moment in time, that was all I really cared about.

“Be careful, and let me know when you get home,” I ordered as I opened Meredith and Molly’s doors.

They got in the cars and buckled up.

With a final kiss to each of their cheeks, they backed out of the driveway, waving as they went.

I watched until their headlights disappeared into the distance before heading up the stairs and into my place.

I found her in the bathtub.

I’d never been in it, but damned if the thing didn’t look extremely inviting right then.

I toed off my boots, hung up my vest, emptied my pockets, unstrapped my gun and holster from my ankle, and then shucked off my remaining clothes all under the watchful eye of Rue.

She scrutinized each of my movements avidly, eyes glued to my hands as they went through the monotonous task of removing my belongings.

“Your eyes will pop out of your head if you keep watching me like that,” I teased.

She grinned unrepentantly. “Oh, but what a way to go.”

My cock was half hard as I finally slipped into the low slung copper tub on the opposite side of her.

My legs settled on either side of her hips as I sank into the steaming water up to my armpits.

“I’ve never been in here before, but it’s kinda cozy,” I said as I let my head fall back against the tub.

I’d purchased the tub with Rue in mind.

We’d been at an estate sale to buy her Nonnie a few nice things for her birthday when she’d spied the tub.

At the time, she’d gone through the entire house looking at all the things, and the one thing I saw draw her eyes over and over was this tub.

However, it’d been extremely overpriced, so we’d left with empty arms, despite wanting the beautiful piece.

I’d gone back over later that night after the sale had ended to see an older man loading the piece into the back of his truck.

When I’d pulled into his driveway, I’d asked him what he planned on doing with it, and he’d said he was taking it to an auction house later on in the week.

When I’d told him how much my girl had liked it, he’d smiled wistfully and told me about his own wife and how much she’d liked it when they’d purchased it over fifty years ago.

He told me that it held so much sentimental value that he hadn’t wanted to let it go, so he’d set the price too high, knowing no one would want to buy it. He also had nowhere to take it anymore since he was moving in with his son later that week.

I’d purchased it from him for half the price, and left with him knowing that I planned to give it to my girl for her birthday one day soon.

However, I’d fucked up and ruined it, and I’d been kicking myself for it ever since.

“Do you remember looking at that tub at the estate sale when we went for your grandmother’s birthday present?” I asked.

She nodded. “Sure do. This one looks nearly exactly like it. Where’d you find it?”

Reaching forward, I grabbed the foot that was slipping closer and closer to my balls, and lifted it into my hands. Rubbing it softly, I encouraged a moan out of her before I told her what I did next.

A smile tilted up the corners of my mouth. “This is it.”

Her mouth fell open and she froze. “You’re kidding me.”

I shook my head. “Nope. This is it. I bought it for you the week before we…yeah.”

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, there were tears gathering in the beautiful depths. “You bought it for me?”

I nodded once. “Yes. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it that day. The man was more than happy to give it to someone that could make some more memories in it like he did.”

“That’s kind of gross to think about,” she said as she leaned forward and swam to me. “But I’m pretty sure we can make some hellacious memories in this bitch.”

I grinned so wide my face hurt. “We sure as hell can.”

Then I kissed her.

Her lips were cool from the water drying on her skin, and her hair smelled like the men’s body wash I used instead of her girly soap.


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