Rent Free (Carter Brothers #5) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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The explosion was… like nothing I’d ever experienced before in my life.

It was life changing. Mind altering.

And only when I came down, when I could finally think again, did he start to move.

He gave me no recovery time.

I went from one orgasm, straight into the next.

And the next.

I’d never come so many times in my life by the time he finally gave his cum to me.

He filled me up, so deep and full, that I knew I’d never be the same again.

I don’t know when he left.

I did know that when we collapsed onto the bed, we’d both nodded off.

When I next awoke, it was to a note on the pillow next to me, and sun streaming into the wide-open window.

I’d forgotten to pull the curtains closed last night.

I blinked a few times to clear my eyes so I could read the words on the paper.

This doesn’t change anything.

No, I guess it didn’t. At least not for him.

Accidentally just opened my front camera. I remain grateful that some men truly appreciate a great personality.

—Pepper’s secret thoughts

PEPPER

I was going to go to jail tonight.

“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked, making sure that I’d heard.

“We’re here to find our husbands,” the group of women said. “We know they’re here. We traced them here by these apps we hid on their phones.”

I looked at the phone that the woman in the middle was holding out for me to look at.

I studied the app, then looked at the women.

“Tell me everything,” I urged.

“Well, we all live on the same block,” the first woman started. “Our husbands are all best friends from college.”

“Yeah,” another said. “And so they say that they want a guys’ weekend, and we all agree to give it to them because they said we can take a girls’ weekend next weekend.”

“Okay,” I said. “And what happened to make you think they are here with other women?”

They exchanged glances, then one woman said, “I don’t think they’re here with other women.”

My mouth might’ve fallen open at that. “What are you thinking?”

“I think they’re all in some weird relationship… with each other,” a third whispered.

“Continue,” I said.

“Well, here’s the thing,” the fourth and last woman said. “We all met in college. We got married. Had babies. Then they all thought it would be great to move to this new neighborhood. We live in a small cul-de-sac in Mansfield. This year, though, we started noticing something fishy. Each man would come and go from each house interchangeably with their own. To the point where it was getting weird. I found her husband’s underwear,” third woman pointed at the first woman. “In our laundry.”

“And I found a shirt that wasn’t my husband’s,” second woman said, “but I remembered seeing her husband wearing it a few months ago.” She pointed at third woman.

“We all have similar stories,” she said. “So we started snooping, bringing it up, and we think that they’re all in a sexual relationship with each other, and have been since college.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“And they all only rented two hotel rooms… that conjoined,” fourth woman said.

Wow.

“Okay,” I said. “I mean, sure, I’d love to help, but…”

“And we think they’re sharing one woman,” second woman blurted. “She’s friends with all of the men, but none of us. Comments on only their posts. And I think that they’re all sending her money.”

“We think that they all have kids with her, too,” first woman said. “She has a kid that looks exactly like my youngest… who is the same age as my youngest. Meaning, they were together while we were together.”

Ohh, juicy.

“I don’t…”

“We’ll pay you,” they all said at once.

I still hesitated. This had the possibility of going really bad.

I might love my job, and if I lost it, I’d lose my place to stay.

Hell, I might even go to jail.

I truly didn’t know why this kept happening to me.

I mean, logically, I knew when I’d started this that I was opening a can of worms.

The first time this had happened, it’d been a pregnant woman with her two-year-old on her hip that had come in looking for her husband.

The wife’s husband’s dad had passed away, and she was desperate to find the husband.

She’d tracked him here, to this hotel, and hadn’t seen the warning signs.

I’d taken pity on her and went against hotel regulations—and the laws of Texas—and had not only given out the hotel room number, but I’d given her a key card.

I’d walked up with her and knocked on the door. Lightly to act like I’d done it but had only put on a show for the cameras that I knew would be checked later.

And when I’d opened the hotel room door, it was to find the woman’s husband fucking some seventeen-year-old on the kitchen counter.

Everyone had screamed.

I’d ended up with a two-year-old in my arms.


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