Just Kidding Read online Lani Lynn Vale (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, 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: 72329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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Was it?

I sure hoped so.

Dax moved then, drawing my attention, and I grinned at him.

“Well,” I said as I waved a hand in the air. “We’re off to lunch. Hope you continue to have a good day.”

Dax moved then, grabbing my wrist and tugging me along with him.

Theo grabbed Shondra in much the same way Dax had me and pulled her to the side of the hallway.

We passed with no words exchanged.

We even made it out of the building, too.

“Mr. January!”

Dax cursed under his breath and gestured to the bike.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Meet you at the diner just down the road?” Harleigh asked, standing next to a bike that was just as big as Dax’s.

Slate mounted the bike and held his hand out for his wife.

When I turned around, it was to see Dax holding my helmet out to me.

I took it and turned so that he couldn’t see my rather large smile.

Then put on my helmet.

Fifteen minutes later there was more of the same.

Mr. January this. Mr. January that. Honestly, even that got less funny as the lunch hour went on.

Eventually Dax was forced to go outside while we waited for the food to get done.

Then we took it outside and ate it on the back of the bikes.

But I did realize that I liked Slate and Harleigh a whole lot.

I also realized that my man was in some serious need of an aggression release.

Which was why, when we arrived home an hour later, Harleigh taking over the shift at the hospital with their dad, I did what I did next.

Biting my lip, I moved to the doorway that was left open between the living room and the space beside the bed.

“Hey, Mr. January,” I called, eyes mischievous.

Dax growled and turned to me.

“You did not just say that.”

Chapter 16

Fuck off.

Hi.

-Text from Rowen to Derek

Rowen

“Will you fuck me, Mr. January?”

He was already on edge after the shit he’d heard when it came to the ‘Mr. January’ title over the last two hours and was running on very little patience.

“You did not just say that,” he replied, voice clipped and tight.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “If the shoe fits.”

“Don’t,” he growled, leaping and making it to me in less than two steps. “Call.” He pinned me to the wall. “Me.” He slammed his mouth down onto mine and kissed the hell out of me. “Mr. January.”

His mouth fully sealed down over mine then, no more breath left between us, and I was consumed.

His hands were everywhere, but they didn’t feel wrong, as they moved. He inspected, pulled my clothes from me, and had me naked on my knees in front of him before I could figure out I wasn’t even standing any longer.

“Suck,” he ordered, his voice rough. His hands insistent on my jaw. “Do it slowly.”

I was in the process of letting my tongue slide along the length of his cock head, but paused, wondering if he wanted me to go even slower than that.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I urged. “And I’ll do it.”

He pressed the head of his cock up against my lips and moved his hips, causing the tip to drag the seam.

When I went to open my mouth, he pulled back.

“I lead, you follow,” he pushed.

My lips twitched, and I batted my eyes at him.

“Yes, sir,” I teased.

Then I let him do what he wanted, painting my lips with his pre-cum, teasing me with just the tip. Ordering me to suck his balls.

It was such a total and complete turn on, all that alpha directed right at little old me, that I couldn’t quite control my reaction.

By the time he deigned to notice me, writhing and shaking, he started to laugh.

“You want me, baby?” he asked, dropping down to his haunches in front of me.

I swallowed hard, looking at his body with hunger in my eyes, as I tried to gather my thoughts.

The only problem was, it wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t going to be put back under control. Not until he fixed what needed fixing.

“Yes,” I gasped, my legs spreading in a vain attempt to get him to move closer. To touch me. To do fucking anything.

“Good,” he growled.

Then he pushed me backward, and I landed on my ass.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

I didn’t waste time.

Hell, I dared to barely breathe.

Because oh God, did I want the man between my legs. I wanted him tasting me. I wanted his tongue inside of me. More importantly, I wanted his cock buried so deep that I could hardly remember my name.

“Do you want my tongue, or do you want my cock?” he asked.

That was a big decision. How was one supposed to choose?

“I…” I paused as I sat up, thinking. “I…” I was stuttering.

And he was… laughing.

That little…

“Oh man.” He laughed as he rushed me, play tackling me to my back and situating his big body between my thighs. “You’re so fucking cute and just… sweet.”


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