My Rules (Kingston Lane #2) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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“Ahh.” I’m so flustered that I can’t even think straight. “We’re going bowling on Tuesday night.”

“Bowling?” He smiles. “Nice . . .”

Fuck . . . Why did I say that? Bowling was never discussed. I couldn’t even commit to a date. I told him to call me during the week.

“I love bowling,” Blake replies. “I haven’t been in ages.”

Fuck.

I begin to sweat. I’m the worst liar in history. Why couldn’t I think of a hotter second date than stupid bowling?

I try to cut the conversation short. “Anyway, have a good day.”

“We might come,” he says as he rests his arm over the steering wheel.

“Wha . . . where?”

“Bowling.”

“What do you mean?” I frown.

“Well . . . can Kayla and I come to bowling?”

“Didn’t you come enough last night?” I fume.

His eyes dance with mischief. “A gentleman never tells.” He taps the side of his nose. “You know that.”

“She’s not even your type.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Are you kidding?” He frowns. “Kayla is everyone’s type.”

And there it is . . . the answer I was looking for. He thinks she’s as wonderful as I do.

This is all going to hell on a broomstick.

“Okay, bye.” I begin to walk, and he drives the car beside me.

“So, what time on Tuesday?”

“Blake,” I snap in exasperation, “you and Kayla do your own thing.”

“I thought we were double dating for a while?”

“That was until—” I cut myself off.

“Until what?” His eyes hold mine intently.

Until you bonked her brains out on the first night . . .

“I just don’t . . .”

“I know.”

“You know what?” I cut him off.

“I know it’s hard for you to start dating. But I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

Is he kidding?

“Oh no, that’s not it at all. I just want Gregory all to myself, and no offense, but you and Kayla are kind of cramping our style.” I keep walking.

“Right.” He smirks as he drives along beside me. “Hot night planned, huh?”

“Yep.”

“All right, just one bowling match, and then Kayla and I will get going,” he calls as he drives off. He waves out the window.

I watch his Porsche disappear down the road and pull up at his house. His garage door slowly goes up, and then he drives inside.

Ugh . . . Why do I say such dumb crap?

Blake

“The honeymoon was good?”

“It was fucking great.”

“So get this.” Henley puts the ball into the hole. “I was on the app while I was away.”

“Yeah.” We look around guiltily and move in closer.

“There’s a book trope called hucow,” he leans in and whispers.

“What’s that?” I whisper.

“Breastfeeding during sex.”

My eyes widen in horror as my cock twinges with excitement.

“What?” Antony whispers. “That’s fucking disgusting . . . and extremely hot.”

“I know, right,” Henley agrees.

“So, like . . .” I frown as I try to picture it. “Is the baby there?”

“No.” He looks left and right in guilt. “It’s these hot women who are taking drugs to make them lactate to satiate men’s kinks,” he whispers. “Hot women with huge, voluptuous tits.”

My mouth falls open in horror as my cock begins to thump. I rearrange my erection in my pants. “That is . . . gross.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’ve got a semi.”

“There’s no semi; it’s a raging boner.”

“I started reading one story, and it was so fucking hot that I had to stop and make Juliet have sex with me.”

“I’ve got a date with my right hand after even hearing about it,” I murmur. “What did she say about you reading that stuff?”

“She thinks I was reading a crime story, commended me on winding down properly.”

I chuckle.

Antony grabs the golf putter off him and lines up his shot. “Send me the name of this book. Might even be worth having kids for.”

I chuckle. “I’m pretty sure if you have a baby and your wife is feeding it, and you come at her naked with a hard-on and say My turn . . . it isn’t going to end well for you.”

The boys both laugh as we imagine the scenario.

“A man can dream, though, right?” Ant smiles.

“Look, all I’m saying is, this Kindle . . . is the fucking mother ship of sex tips for deviants,” Henley tells us. “I’m going to have a doctorate in this shit by the time I’ve finished reading all these books.”

“Excellent.” Antony putts the ball. “Same.”

Rebecca

“Knock, knock, anybody home?” a familiar voice calls.

“Juliet!” I cry in excitement. “How was the honeymoon?” I open the door in a rush and give her a big hug. “Oh, I missed you. Feels like you’ve been gone for a month.”

“Oh my god, me too. Barry was so excited when we got home.”

“I bet he was. Come in, come in. Tell me all about it.”

“We had the best time.” She smiles dreamily. “We lay in the sun and slept and ate and went to the most beautiful restaurants.”


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