Time to Bounce (Carter Brothers #6) 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: 68
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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Nick was, from what I could tell, a pretty decent guy.

The only issue was that he had trouble finding a woman who wasn’t a bitch.

“Hey, Nick,” I said quietly.

“When did, you, uh…” He paused, frowning. “Do you want to go out some time?”

I shook my head, smiling despite the rejection I was about to give. “I’m very solidly taken.”

Gable had said he wanted to try.

And I was one who gave it my all.

Gable was something I’d wanted for a very, very long time.

I deserved to be happy, and I had a feeling that, if I let him, Gable would make that happen.

“Who?” he asked, as if he was ready for a challenge.

Before I could answer, a couple of loud greetings of ‘see ya’ and ‘catch you later’ were yelled, and then I heard bootsteps making their way toward me.

I looked over just in time to see Gable marching toward me as if he was on a mission.

And because I wanted to, when he got close enough, I launched myself at him from the top step.

He caught me easily, just like I knew he would.

One hand went to cover my ass—which was probably a good thing because my dress rode up a little bit on the take off—and the other went up to my upper back.

“You are in so much trouble,” he growled against my lips.

I smiled, my teeth brushing against his upper lip, and said, “What’s for dinner?”

He said something under his breath before saying louder, “You.”

This is not the summer for organic deodorant.

—Gable’s secret thoughts

GABLE

“What are you doing?” I laughed as I watched her unroll her napkin and place it on the booth’s bench she was about to sit on.

“This dress rides up,” she said.

Oh, I knew that.

I was currently watching her bend over the booth we’d just been shown to, and I could almost see the lips of her sex.

Fuck.

That might be sort of an exaggeration, but it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “It does.”

“And I don’t want my bare pussy sitting on this bench that so many people have sat on,” she continued.

Bare.

Pussy.

Did she just say bare pussy?

She sat down before I could ask, then looked up at me with an innocent look on her face.

That dress.

That. Fucking. Dress.

I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.

If you didn’t study it closely, it looked pretty tame. But the closer you inspected, the more the detail of the lace popped, and allowed you to see that the lace, and only the lace, was covering all the vitals.

There was a bit more lace in the areas where you’d be looking harder, but still, if she moved just right, I could make out the dusky brown of the edge of her areola.

But that was only if she moved just right, and I was staring hard.

Which, admittedly, I was doing.

Staring.

Hard.

Definitely hard.

“Would you stop staring,” Athena laughed as she opened her menu.

I don’t know why I took her out to eat.

I should’ve taken her home to fuck her in my bed.

I should’ve marched her right back into her home and fucked her there before leaving.

I should have…

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re going to have to fix a problem very soon,” she grumbled.

When we’d gotten here, I’d made her sit on my side of the booth, with me blocking her from the rest of the room.

Not that anyone was really paying attention, per se.

There was a live band tonight at one of my favorite burger joints, and the last thing they cared about was me or Athena.

Apparently, the band was pretty popular.

I could give no less of a shit about the band, the burger we were about to order, or the drink I was going to consume.

All I kept thinking about was getting Athena home, into my bed, and doing dirty, dirty things to her.

“Why is this place so…” She frowned. “Old looking?”

“The owner is a friend of my dad’s,” I said.

“That’s why you got in here when there was a band playing that everyone in the Dallas Metroplex wanted to see?” she questioned.

“Yes,” I winked. “But back to the place looking old, Barney doesn’t like modern conveniences. He has no cameras, no TVs, no nothin’. He told me once that the reason he wants it bare bones like this is because he wants people to come here and actually enjoy who they’re with. He doesn’t like seeing couples on their phones. Look at the bottom righthand corner of your menu.”

She did, and her mouth fell open. “A fifty-dollar charge to anyone who uses their phone while they’re here?”

“Yep,” I confirmed. “He’s serious about it. He wants everyone to enjoy their life and get their noses out of their phone. He thinks we’ve become too dependent on them, and that we forgot how to experience life without the constant feedback from a device.”


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