Depends On Who’s Asking (SWAT Generation 2.0 #12) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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He opened the door, then closed it right behind us, leaving us in blissful silence.

“I just… that woman drives me fucking insane,” I growled, wanting to punch something.

Or someone. More particularly, Brielle.

“I know,” he murmured, his voice low and deep. “Come sit with me.”

I went with him because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

He let me go, and I shivered at the cool night air. It was brisk, for sure. Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what to think of the weather. It was much colder than it ever was at this time of year, and according to the forecaster that’d been on the five o’clock news, we might be in for some snow tomorrow.

Tonight, it felt like it was cold enough to allow for snow.

I watched him as he wrapped the large blanket around his back and then sat down. Once there, he opened up the blanket and then gestured for me to climb into his lap, which I did with nary a thought.

“Good?” he asked as he wrapped the blanket around the both of us.

“Toasty warm,” I admitted.

Not to mention he felt like heaven.

Though he was hard all over, he felt like a literal dream as I sank into his embrace.

I moved until my butt wiggled exactly where I wanted it in his lap, then I snuggled deeper to tuck my head underneath his chin.

He pulled his arms and the blanket around me tight, and then made sure that the blanket covered my toes before saying, “Better?”

“As long as they don’t come out here, I will be,” I said, feeling a delicious hardness to him underneath my butt.

He didn’t acknowledge the hard length of himself, so neither did I.

At least, I hadn’t intended to.

But the longer I sat in his lap, the warmer things were getting below my belly button until I couldn’t stop myself from squirming.

He growled low in his throat, and I felt the vibration underneath my ear where I was tucked against him.

I licked my lips as a need so strong that it felt downright explosive started to take root in my lower belly.

“You’re making me want to scream,” I finally said into the quiet.

He laughed softly, causing the hair on top of my head to move with the breath that slipped from his lips.

“Don’t worry,” he growled. “I’m making myself want to scream, too.”

He sounded amused as he slowly started to run his large hand up and down the length of my back.

“The tree’s held up well so far,” I admitted, looking out over the water at the tree my brothers had put up.

“It looks pretty cool at night. Like it’s floating,” he admitted as one of his hands slipped down to rest on the outside of my thigh, high up right under where my underwear was riding.

“I’m just wondering what the boombox is for,” I admitted as I tilted my hips slightly at the feel of his finger slipping just slightly underneath the leg of my panties.

“They’re probably going to blast you awake in the middle of the night,” he guessed. “That would be my guess, anyway. There’s no telling. Maybe it’s just for decoration, but I doubt it.”

“That sounds like my brothers,” I said as I smoothed my hand down his chest.

His abs tightened at my movement, his body freezing in anticipation.

I slowly slipped my hand underneath his t-shirt, my fingers running along the surprisingly soft hair that was covering his lower belly.

He groaned in surprise at my touch, his belly tightening even further.

Instead of going up like he was expecting me to, I went down, slowly dipping my fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

With both of us being in underwear and t-shirts, this was going to be easy.

Turning in his arms, I moved to where I was straddling his lap, my fingers moving down at the same time to push his underwear down to free his erection.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as my hand closed around him.

With the other hand, I smoothed it up the length of his chest to come to a rest on his throat.

“I like the beard you have going on,” I said, leaning in so close to him that my breath fanned across his lips.

“Not really a choice,” he admitted. “Don’t have a razor or a trimmer to keep it where it usually is.”

I smoothed my hand up even farther to cup his chin, then leaned in until my mouth was pressed against his.

He inhaled sharply, his breath stealing mine straight from my lungs.

When our lips met, I squeezed his cock, causing him to groan into my mouth before taking over the kiss.

He kissed me hard, both of his hands on either side of my face now instead of holding the blanket closed.

I slowly worked his length up and down, aware of the chill at my back, but unwilling to care.


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