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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It had to weigh a ton.

It had so many rhinestone crystals on it that the sun was catching all of them and sending out tiny little rainbows all over the ground as she walked.

She truly did look like a Disney princess.

My Disney princess.

She didn’t stutter in her walk at all.

Three months ago, when she didn’t think she would be able to walk, it seemed impossible to me as well. But she was a determined woman.

The doctor’s outlook had been correct.

She would walk just fine.

The doctor was also optimistic that she would run, too—but only if she wanted to.

Looking at her now, you wouldn’t guess that she’d been almost crippled six months ago.

She finally arrived at my side, and the man at my back—Garrett, because he’d thought it would be funny to get ordained and officiate—said, “Mr. Emmanuelle, do you give this woman’s hand in marriage to this man?”

Emmanuelle looked at me. “I do.”

Something passed between us.

A promise that I would take care of her now. That he would no longer have to worry—at least if he remembered to worry—about her ever again.

Because I would be there for her, forever and always.

The wedding ceremony went fast.

There were no objections—but I had a feeling that if Sage was out of jail, she would have found a way to get here and ruin it.

Two days after Emory and Sage had purposefully hit Pepper with her car, I’d raised an unholy stink with the DA’s office, and the DA had officially ‘retired.’

He better be glad he did, because I’d made it my mission from that moment on to make his life a living hell.

As it was, the Carter Clout was enough that the DA had moved out of Dallas completely. He would never work here again, if I could help it.

As for Sage and Emory, both of them were spending the foreseeable future behind bars.

Their trials had come and gone.

Emory, who’d been driving, got seven more years than Sage’s thirty-four.

My hope was that they’d die in there.

Bitches.

“Hey,” a cool hand touched my cheek.

I looked down into my wife’s—Jesus fuck, did it feel good to call her that—eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked.

“You were lost in your head again,” she said. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

So she knew me well.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just hate them.”

She smiled and threaded her arms around my neck.

“Hey,” she teased. “How about you help me get out of this dress.”

A new interest perked up inside of me.

“Yeah?” I pulled her close.

“Yeah,” she said. “There are a lot of buttons.”

She let me go and tugged me toward the door to the room where she’d gotten dressed this morning.

When we were inside, unnoticed by the crowd, she locked the door then turned her back to me.

I started to pull the buttons free of the tiny loops.

She shivered as my knuckles brushed her bare back.

When she was fully unbuttoned, I lifted it up and over her head.

My breath caught at what she was wearing underneath… which was nothing.

I had seen her naked, of course, in the last six months. It was kind of impossible not to with how much I’d had to help—even if she did regret every second of it.

But there’d been a lot going on, and I hadn’t made love to her since the night before her accident.

Not for her lack of trying.

“Well?” she asked. “Can we have sex now?”

I chuckled softly as I pulled her deeper into my arms, my face buried in the crook of her neck as I took a deep inhale of her scent.

“Yes,” I said. “If you’re up for it.”

Her broken hip had been the hardest thing for us to navigate around.

Sure, she’d tried really hard to act like it wasn’t bothering her, but we both knew that it was.

She was a trooper, though, and powered through.

“I’ve been up to it for months,” she challenged.

Instead of starting our usual argument, I chose to lift her up into my arms and carry her to the couch.

“You’ll tell me if anything causes you pain?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes fevered now.

“What about birth control?” I wondered.

She bit her lip.

She’d stopped it when she’d been on her plethora of medications when she was recovering.

We’d never talked about her going back onto it.

Though, we’d both agreed that we wanted more kids.

“Nothing,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

I closed my eyes for a few short seconds before pushing myself up off of her and reaching for my tie.

I was naked, and back between her legs, in a few short moments.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at me with longing and need.

“A baby is gonna kill us.” I chuckled as I notched myself at her entrance.

There was no need to see if she was ready. Her pussy was so wet that it was coating her thighs.

God, this woman.

My woman.

My wife.

“Doesn’t matter.” She panted. “We’re pretty good at surviving.”


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