Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale Page A
Authors: Lani Lynn Vale
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eyes.
Then I did what any red-blooded woman would do.
I watched it for a third time.
By the end of it, though, I had both men watching over my back.
“Good form,” Casten said.
Mig snorted.
“What is this?” He asked.
I shrugged, laughing when the guy pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed it on his condom sheathed cock.
The condom disintegrated.
“Do people actually do that?” Casten asked.
“Apparently, or they wouldn’t be warning people not to do it,” Mig said dryly.
Once the video was over, I backed out of the video, and continued scrolling through my feed, suddenly very self-conscious.
I hadn’t seen Mig since we’d had sex and then he’d had to leave.
He hadn’t even called me.
So what was I?
A fuck buddy? A one-and-done?
A girlfriend?
Inquiring minds wanted to know!
“Alright, since you’re here, I’m going to go,” Casten said. “You gonna be there for dinner tonight?”
“We’ll be there,” Mig agreed quickly.
“We will?” I asked in alarm . “Where are we going?”
I had plans!
Not ones that I couldn’t break, but I didn’t really want to!
“Party at the clubhouse,” Mig answered, looking at me questioningly.
Was I supposed to know about it?
“And?” I asked.
“And you’re going,” he ordered.
I snorted. “If you’d have asked me, I might’ve considered canceling the plans I have with my sister. But not if you’re just going to order me.”
Casten laughed all the way out of my shop.
Mig, however, wasn’t laughing.
His beautiful gray eyes looked even worse when they were mad, and I had the irrational urge to call him Thunder Cloud.
So I did.
“What’s your problem, my little Thunder Cloud?” I asked cheerily.
He took a step toward me, and I pushed back in my rolling chair, scooting about three feet back.
He snorted.
“Don’t call me your little Thunder Cloud,” he said, starting to stalk me now. “And you’re going with me.”
“But I promised my sister we’d do something together tonight. And I’ve canceled on her three times now. I can’t cancel,” I explained, circling around my massage table as fast as I could without tipping myself over onto the ground in a tangle of chair and limbs.
He sighed, as he stopped stalking me; I wasn’t going to let him get close to me until I’d had my say.
“Fine,” he said. “Bring her with you.”
I raised my brow at him.
“You want me to bring my innocent baby sister to a biker party?” I asked.
He grinned, taking a seat on the table.
One foot off the table, while the other was planted on the floor.
“I guess the real question is, do you want me, a newly single man, to be there by myself when you could be there with me?” He challenged.
I stood up and did my own bit of stalking, not stopping until I was inches away from his face.
“My sister’s twenty-five going on eighteen. She doesn’t know when to stop. She gets a wild hair up her ass to dye her hair, then she goes and dyes it fuckin’ tie dye,” I growled. “Do you really want to know what’ll happen with her at a biker party? She’ll fuck Casten, then wind up pregnant, and I’ll be babysitting every night because my sister’s still in nursing school.”
Mig laughed in my face.
“Honey,” he laughed. “Your sister’s a grown adult. You don’t need to keep poking your nose in her business. If she wants to get pregnant by Casten, then let her.”
“There will be no getting pregnant with me. Your sister would have to be drop dead gorgeous and I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. I’ve sworn off women for the next six months,” Casten growled, stalking into the room.
He stopped at the table, picked up his phone, and then stalked right back out.
I grinned at Mig.
“I’ll be there. So will Tasha,” I said. “You better be ready for Tornado Tasha, because she devours everything in her path.” I hesitated . “And Casten is exactly what she doesn’t need, but everything she wants.”
“You
Then I did what any red-blooded woman would do.
I watched it for a third time.
By the end of it, though, I had both men watching over my back.
“Good form,” Casten said.
Mig snorted.
“What is this?” He asked.
I shrugged, laughing when the guy pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed it on his condom sheathed cock.
The condom disintegrated.
“Do people actually do that?” Casten asked.
“Apparently, or they wouldn’t be warning people not to do it,” Mig said dryly.
Once the video was over, I backed out of the video, and continued scrolling through my feed, suddenly very self-conscious.
I hadn’t seen Mig since we’d had sex and then he’d had to leave.
He hadn’t even called me.
So what was I?
A fuck buddy? A one-and-done?
A girlfriend?
Inquiring minds wanted to know!
“Alright, since you’re here, I’m going to go,” Casten said. “You gonna be there for dinner tonight?”
“We’ll be there,” Mig agreed quickly.
“We will?” I asked in alarm . “Where are we going?”
I had plans!
Not ones that I couldn’t break, but I didn’t really want to!
“Party at the clubhouse,” Mig answered, looking at me questioningly.
Was I supposed to know about it?
“And?” I asked.
“And you’re going,” he ordered.
I snorted. “If you’d have asked me, I might’ve considered canceling the plans I have with my sister. But not if you’re just going to order me.”
Casten laughed all the way out of my shop.
Mig, however, wasn’t laughing.
His beautiful gray eyes looked even worse when they were mad, and I had the irrational urge to call him Thunder Cloud.
So I did.
“What’s your problem, my little Thunder Cloud?” I asked cheerily.
He took a step toward me, and I pushed back in my rolling chair, scooting about three feet back.
He snorted.
“Don’t call me your little Thunder Cloud,” he said, starting to stalk me now. “And you’re going with me.”
“But I promised my sister we’d do something together tonight. And I’ve canceled on her three times now. I can’t cancel,” I explained, circling around my massage table as fast as I could without tipping myself over onto the ground in a tangle of chair and limbs.
He sighed, as he stopped stalking me; I wasn’t going to let him get close to me until I’d had my say.
“Fine,” he said. “Bring her with you.”
I raised my brow at him.
“You want me to bring my innocent baby sister to a biker party?” I asked.
He grinned, taking a seat on the table.
One foot off the table, while the other was planted on the floor.
“I guess the real question is, do you want me, a newly single man, to be there by myself when you could be there with me?” He challenged.
I stood up and did my own bit of stalking, not stopping until I was inches away from his face.
“My sister’s twenty-five going on eighteen. She doesn’t know when to stop. She gets a wild hair up her ass to dye her hair, then she goes and dyes it fuckin’ tie dye,” I growled. “Do you really want to know what’ll happen with her at a biker party? She’ll fuck Casten, then wind up pregnant, and I’ll be babysitting every night because my sister’s still in nursing school.”
Mig laughed in my face.
“Honey,” he laughed. “Your sister’s a grown adult. You don’t need to keep poking your nose in her business. If she wants to get pregnant by Casten, then let her.”
“There will be no getting pregnant with me. Your sister would have to be drop dead gorgeous and I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. I’ve sworn off women for the next six months,” Casten growled, stalking into the room.
He stopped at the table, picked up his phone, and then stalked right back out.
I grinned at Mig.
“I’ll be there. So will Tasha,” I said. “You better be ready for Tornado Tasha, because she devours everything in her path.” I hesitated . “And Casten is exactly what she doesn’t need, but everything she wants.”
“You
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