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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I curled an arm around her chest, then smoothed a hand up her throat to cup her chin. Tilting her head up, I dropped a kiss down onto her upturned mouth.

When she didn’t pull away, but deepened the kiss, I felt the anticipation in my veins start to grow.

“On that note,” Garrett chuckled.

I heard him move away.

Didn’t care.

I kissed her until we were both too breathless to continue.

“How about a dark, shady corner, Mrs. Carter?” I teased.

Her eyes lit up as she said, “I have the perfect one.”

Since there were too many people here at the wedding to make my parents two guest bathrooms work, we’d had to rent porta-potties.

They were the nicest porta potties I’d ever seen.

In trailer form, they were huge, white, and pristine.

Hell, they were nicer than some of the bathrooms at the station, for Christ’s sake.

At first, I thought that was where she was leading me.

But instead, she took me to a tented area where the men had gotten dressed earlier.

Despite it being December, the weather was damn near perfect.

Hence us dressing outside, and the wedding itself happening in my parents’ backyard.

“Help me out of this dress,” she said as she pulled me into the tented area.

I did, getting her out of it in seconds.

Instead of tossing it to the ground like I wanted to, though, I put it on the hanger that my tux once resided on.

Once the dress was up, I turned back to my wife—my God, my fucking wife—and pulled her up into my arms.

She was wearing a strapless bra and thong panties.

She looked incredibly sexy in them, and they looked so good against her skin.

“I’ve been dying for this moment,” I breathed against her lips.

“You have to be quiet,” she teased. “Or they’ll all know what we’re doing.”

I chuckled and pressed her up against the tent pole in the middle of the room.

Latching onto it with the hand that was behind her back, I used the pole and my strength to hold her up.

“How much do you want to save these panties?” I wondered.

She licked her lips, her eyes wild, before saying, “I’m not particularly attached.”

I ripped them straight off her body.

Naked in my arms, I lowered my zipper with my semi-free hand. My cock bounced free, and the heat of her was like a beacon.

Her legs clung to my waist as I notched myself at her entrance.

“Slide down my cock, wife,” I urged.

She loosened her legs and took me inch by inch.

I used my hand on her ass to control her descent, but it proved useless.

We were both too far gone.

She was too wet.

I was too hard.

And within seconds she was so filled with me that she was crying out in surprise.

“Shh,” I closed my eyes as I tried to control myself.

“Fuck me, Carter,” she ordered.

I pulled out and rammed back in, my cum boiling in my balls. “I’m not…”

She came.

Thank. Fucking. God.

She had to leave in my old t-shirt.

We hadn’t thought ahead to grab her clothes, and since she wasn’t willing to put her dress back on, my t-shirt it was.

I walked with her to the house, going to the guest bedroom where she’d gotten dressed.

I sat down on the bed and watched her get dressed.

Jeans and a t-shirt.

Flats.

When her hair went up into a sleek ponytail, she said, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Perfectly fine,” I admitted. “A few tweaks here and there, but ultimately I feel great.”

“Good,” she grimaced. “I don’t like that you’re going back to work Monday.”

I grinned. “Gotta work to pay for our honeymoon.”

She sighed. “I know. I’m just scared.”

I caught her by the belt loop and pulled her toward me.

When she was in my arms, I said, “I promise to always be as safe as I can.”

She twirled a stray lock of my hair around her finger before saying, “I don’t want to be left alone on this Earth, Gable Carter.”

I smoothed my hand from the back of her knee to her ass and down again. “Then how about we give you someone to always have with you, just in case?”

“You mean like a baby?” she asked.

“I mean like a baby,” I confirmed.

She frowned. “But we’re both so busy.”

She was right.

We were.

Her with her work as a part-time 911 dispatcher, then the app she created, neighborhood watch meetings, paired with her other hobbies—i.e., her classes that she took for fun.

She had less time than me.

But I truly didn’t want her to be alone.

If I gave her a baby, she’d never be alone again.

She’d always have someone.

Even if, by some horrible stroke of bad luck, I left this world without her.

I wanted her to have someone who would love her unconditionally, just like me.

“We’re busy, yes,” I pointed out. “But just sayin’, baby, you could drop the dispatcher position easily. You’ve barely been there these last few months anyway.”


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