Free I Don't Dance (Freebirds Book 6) by Lani Lynn Vale

land surrounding the area and had built individual homes for each family.
    Now, some of the kids were even old enough to be living in the old duplexes where we’d used to reside beforehand.
    Today, we were all in the large gym. It was about the size of a basketball court, and it damn well needed to be to house this many people.
    Although we no longer had young children running around of our own, we did have extra people. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Fiancés.
    Our kids were grown now, and it was awe-inspiring.
    We were well on our way to the third generation of Free kids, starting with my son.
    God help us.
    “That’s why his momma’s so mad at him. Apparently, he’s been stateside for a lot longer. More like three months, and we didn’t know. He spent the time locked up with her. Where he then proceeded to…”
    “Where he proceeded to get her pregnant, because he couldn’t take the time to sheathe his too-young-to-have-kids dick ,” Blaine explained with a snarl. “All the while I was worried sick that he was getting shot at each day, where in reality the only danger he had was catching a cramp in his ass from too much fucking!”
    I squeezed my eyes shut and turned around to see Blaine standing behind us, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I was just telling them why you’re upset.”
    She glared at me for a few moments longer before turning and leaving. Trying with all her might not to stomp. She didn’t succeed.
    “Someone’s in the dog house,” James sang in a sing-song voice.
    I turned my gaze to him and winked. “My wife can’t resist my dick. I give her two hours tops before she comes crawling back to me.”

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    God, the feel of her tight sheath gripping my cock was like a long drink of water on a hot day. It was something that one needed, not just wanted. And I did need her. I needed her bad. All the fucking time.
    It didn’t matter that we’d had each other more times than I could count.
    My cock exploded, come jetting out of it like an out of control geyser.
    Blaine’s hot pussy contracted hard, and a scream welled up in her throat.
    She tried in vain to staunch it, but with a twist of my hips, I hit her spot, causing the strangled scream to turn into a full out screech.
    It took long moments to recover, both of us trying hard to catch our breath.
    “You fight so dirty,” Blaine panted on the sheets beside me.
    I turned to her, smiling smugly. “You bring out the best in me, honey bunches of oats. Was that not the dance you were talking about?”
    She shook her head and flopped back onto her back, arms raised up high above her head.
    “You damn well know it wasn’t the dance I wanted, you big butthead,” she giggled.
    “I did it for one reason, and one reason only,” I said as I stood up and walked to the bathroom, bringing back a wash cloth for her to clean up with.
    Even after all this time, she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Although a little softer around the edges, she still had the power to bring me to my knees.
    “And what’s that?” She asked, letting me clean her up, as I usually did after making love to her.
    I pressed a kiss to her navel and grinned up at her evilly. “You were pretty loud tonight. And your son had to listen to it with his girl lying next to him. His room’ s right next to ours, after all. Payback’s a bitch.”
    She squealed in laughter. “I love you, Elliott Lelliott, even if you do play dirty.”
    I grinned, pulling her up and out of bed, gathering her in close to my body. “To the moon and back, B. Merry Christmas, honey.”
    She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Merry Christmas, Stud.”
    And we danced.
    The end.
     

Coming Soon
    Kevlar To My Vest
    Book 3 in The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC series
    1-2-14
    Chapter 1
    My job is protect your ass, not kiss it.
    -Trance to a suspect
    Trance
    I watched from my position at the kitchen table as Radar played with Kosher. Radar had Kosher pinned to the