Strange & Unusual (Battle Crows MC #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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His hand went to my belly, which he splayed wide, and pressed in deep.

The distinct thump had him chuckling, and that dark vibration against my skin had a shiver of delight teasing down my spine.

A year into our marriage, Jeremiah had his vasectomy reversed. It worked. And now, I was pregnant with our first and only child—after this one, I was having my tubes tied.

When we’d first discussed having children, he’d been reluctant. It’d taken me a while to talk him around, but eventually we came to a compromise. We’d have one, and one only.

And I was okay with that.

More than okay with that.

Jeremiah pulled one of my AirPods free, which he’d been the one to put in, then pressed a kiss to my neck as he asked, “What are you listening to?”

I licked my lips as I said, “You damn well know what I’m listening to.”

The game we played, even after a full two years of being together and playing it, was still just as exciting now as it had been when we’d first begun.

“Tell me,” he urged.

I pulled away and went to turn, but he stilled my hips and pressed himself against me.

“Tell me,” he pushed.

I arched my back and pressed into him before saying, “Why don’t you just put that AirPod in and listen?”

Instead of doing that, he pulled my other one free, then set them on the counter beside my dough ball.

“You done with that?” he asked, lazily stroking his hands up and down the length of my sides.

I bit my lip and looked down at it. “Almost.”

He reached around me and took over the task, his muscular hands digging into the dough.

And, like all the other times I’d watched him perform this particular task, it still did things to me.

Bad things that I shouldn’t be thinking about when I had the baby we were babysitting about to wake up in the other room, and a ball of dough that needed to rise, or we wouldn’t be able to have it for dinner.

But, before we could get too far into our favorite game to play, Bram and Dory’s little boy, Harker, started his piercing wail that let us know rather quickly that he wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon.

“Why did I offer to watch that kid?” Jeremiah asked against my throat.

I elbowed him and said, “Go get him. I’ll get this finished and meet you in the living room.”

That’s exactly what he did.

When I was finally done, and my bread was baking in the oven, I found them both on the couch watching Die Hard.

“I’m not quite sure that’s a good idea,” I told him. “There’s a lot of curse words going on.”

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes and said, “His father is Bram. Do you honestly think that this kid hasn’t heard fuck and damn before?”

He had a point.

Neither Dory nor Bram watched their mouth all that often.

I plopped down on the couch beside them, then leaned my head against Jeremiah’s shoulder and closed my eyes.

My eyes went to the little boy of Dory’s, who, besides Anisa, had turned out to be my best friend, and smiled.

In a few months, Harker would have a playmate.

One with Jeremiah’s beautiful eyes, and hopefully my black hair.

God, I couldn’t wait.

“You’re thinking about our baby, aren’t you?” Jeremiah teased.

Harker pressed his forehead against mine and then pressed his lips to my nose.

I wrinkled it before laughing with him and replying with, “Yeah, how did you know?”

“You get that little smile when you think about her.”

I rolled my eyes.

Jeremiah was convinced it was a she.

I was convinced that he was too full of himself.

But only time would tell.

In four months, we would see.

“I got a message from Rachel.” Jeremiah paused. “She’s extending her stay in Hawaii permanently. As of now, she supports selling the power company, and is ready to do it when I am. This time next week, I’ll be rich as fuck, and no longer having to deal with anyone else’s shit.”

He’d slowly been selling off all of his businesses but two: our bakeries.

All with one goal in mind: spending more time with his family.

• • •

Four months and one day later, Jeremiah was proved right.

Our baby girl, Teal, was brought into the world via C-section.


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