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Aqua Vista Series by Christina Lee – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:01 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Aqua Vista Series by Christina Lee – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Dear John (Aqua Vista #2) Read Online Christina Lee http://www.books2020.com/dear-john-aqua-vista-2-read-online-christina-lee Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:01 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/dear-john-aqua-vista-2-read-online-christina-lee Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Christina Lee Series: Aqua Vista Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)

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Micah

When I wrote the Dear John letter, I never imagined six years would pass before I laid eyes on my husband again. It takes my grandfather’s death to bring me back to Aqua Vista. And to John McCoy, the only man I ever loved. We parted ways on mutual terms to chase our dreams. John’s plan was to open his bar, and mine was to make it in Hollywood. I’m still waiting for my big break, but John’s business is a success, and I couldn’t be happier for him. Seeing him brings it all back—our love, attraction, and fondness for each other—and we couldn’t stay away even if we tried.

John

As soon as Micah walks into my bar, the memories come flooding back, and I have the urge to hold him close, if only to make sure I’m not dreaming. I’ll be here for him during this difficult time because that’s what we do, what we’ve always done for each other. Soon enough we fall back into a routine that feels as natural as breathing. Reminiscing, providing support, making love. I’ve ached for his mouth and body for so long, there’s no way I can refuse either of us.

When Micah rediscovers his favorite childhood interests, I try to tamp down my hopes. He’ll return to LA once his grandfather’s property is sold, and we’ll move on with our separate lives. Loving each other was never our issue, but we finally do the responsible thing regarding our divorce. Guess that saying is true—when you love something, set it free. The only problem? This time it’s for good, and I’m still not sure I can let him go

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PROLOGUE

Micah

Eight years ago

“Will you help me clean out the space tomorrow?”

With his parents’ help, John has just purchased a building to open a bar in town. I’m jealous that his dream is being realized while mine’s stagnating. Still, I would never deny him.

“Of course I will.” We kiss lazily. “Don’t have to ask twice.”

“Thanks, babe.” We’re lying in bed, well after midnight, neither of us able to sleep. Mr. and Mrs. McCoy retired an hour ago, and the house is quiet.

I reach for him, wanting to feel the weight of his body, his pulse throbbing against mine. Dipping my tongue past his lips, I deepen the kiss, my fingers winding in his unruly hair and holding him against my mouth. Right where I’ve always needed him.

My fingers delicately skim down his back and over his waist as he leaks across my stomach. I reach for his ass cheeks, grasping handfuls of plump, smooth skin as I split them open and my finger teases his hole.

He gasps, squirming atop me. “Want you to fuck me tonight, Mic⁠—”

“Yeah?” Normally, he enjoys pounding me good.

“Need to feel you inside me.” He ruts against my groin, our dicks slotting together as our gazes clash and hold. And fuck if right now I don’t need that too.

He rolls off me to reach for the lube from our bedside table. We’re married but still living in his parents’ basement until we find a place of our own. They’ve been super accommodating, and I feel more part of his family than my own.

John’s uncle Chuck, a part-time Realtor, is keeping an eye out for us, but this town is so small, with generations of families and their roots, and houses can be hard to come by. I push away that familiar, stifling feeling of being under our families’ thumbs. For me, it’s only my grandfather, and I suppose we could’ve lived with him, but his house is secluded in the foothills, and I already feel like I’m suffocating in this place.

When John lies back down, I slide behind him under the sheets, wrapping my arm around his chest, my cock prodding his crease. Feeling his warm, naked skin against me only makes my dick harder.

“You feel so damn good,” I murmur against his neck.

He hands me the lube so I can slick my fingers and coat my cock. The room is dark and quiet, and we’ve had each other so many times that I can do this part in my sleep.

Gasping, John angles his neck to find my lips as he pushes his ass against my hand.

I chuckle. “I’m getting there.” Finding his hole, I thrust one, then two fingers inside as I suck at the muscle between his shoulder and neck, a spot that makes him squirm.

“Ah hell, right there,” he says, fucking himself on my fingers, and I curve one of them to find his prostate, which makes him groan and shudder.

“God, you’re sexy like this.” As I remove my fingers, he whines his objection, but soon enough, I’m helping him shift his knee toward his chest. I grip his thigh as I press my shaft against his hole, poking inside before pulling out, allowing him time to adjust. His hand covers mine, and as he tangles our fingers together, my heart stumbles over the gesture. We hold hands all the time, but somehow now, in this moment, it makes us feel more connected.

As my cock slips back inside him, this time more deeply, I inhale sharply from the sensation of being able to take him bare, with nothing but love between us. Always do.

My pulse is throbbing against his back as I pause, overwhelmed by finally being fully seated inside his heat.

“Fuck, that’s—” John arches his back, I can feel the sweat against his nape, his fingers trembling as he clutches my hand. Our bodies are as bonded as our hearts, and in these precious moments, all my worries melt away.

Unclasping our hands, I reach for his cock and swipe at the precome to slick the way. He moans and rocks against me as small licks of tingling heat at my groin fuel my thrusts. It’s impossible at this angle to take him like I want and pound him into the mattress. But that urge is warring with the need to draw this out and feel everything with him, every breath and shiver and gasp. The need to sear this into my memory like a snapshot in time. A time when I felt the happiest.

But it proves difficult with John so goddamn tight and warm, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, even though he’s the only guy I’ve been with. Still, it’s as if he’s made for me, and I can’t help wondering if all my heartache, all my father’s abuse and bullshit decisions, have led me to this moment, where it’s only J and me, as flawlessly and perfectly in-tune as we are helplessly in love.

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Advertisement Just Jack (Aqua Vista #1) Read Online Christina Lee http://www.books2020.com/just-jack-aqua-vista-1-read-online-christina-lee Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:20 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/just-jack-aqua-vista-1-read-online-christina-lee Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance Authors: Christina Lee Series: Aqua Vista Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)

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Aaron

When I’m running on fumes while driving on what feels like the loneliest stretch of road in California, I worry I’m in trouble. Luckily, I happen upon Aqua Vista, a sleepy coastal town with the only pump for miles, and the grumpy owner who is more gorgeous than he has any right to be. When I’m told I’ll need more than fuel to disable the check engine light on my dash, I figure there are worse places to be stuck while my car gets needed repairs.

Jack

After driving the handsome city dweller to a local motel, the last thing I expect is the hot hookup that happens afterward. As soon as his car is ready, he’s on his way home, so imagine my surprise when he shows up a couple of months later with an offer to buy my business. No way I want an out-of-towner to own part of what my family has built here. Even if I’m not always fulfilled by it. Besides, it belonged to my parents, and it’s all I have left of them.

When Aaron decides to spend several days in town, I figure it’s to soften me up to his proposal. I shouldn’t hook up with him again. Or spend time showing him around…but I do. Before I know it, the charming, attractive visitor starts to feel familiar, almost like he belongs here. Like he’s woven himself into the very fabric of Aqua Vista. I’m fooling myself, of course, and it’ll certainly sting when he hits the road. Outsiders never stay, and though I secretly wish he would, I’m no stranger to heartache.

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PROLOGUE

Jack

I’m standing behind the counter of my service station, Jack of All Trades, when the slick BMW pulls up to the pump. That’s nothing new. We’re the only gas station between Big Sur and San Simeon.

I’ve seen my share of relieved expressions over the years, and it’s the same with the handsome stranger who slides out of the driver’s side, credit card in hand. He lifts the pump and gives his car some needed gas. At least, that’s the scenario I’ve created in my head. Some travelers plan poorly, even if they’re aware of the long highway stretch and their quarter-full tanks.

The man adjusts his tie as he waits. His shirtsleeves are rolled to his elbows, his suit trousers cut nicely to accentuate his ass and thighs. I turn away from the glass storefront so I’m not caught admiring him—by him or by my best friend, Frank, who will no doubt tease me relentlessly. He’s lucky he’s so damned good with engines.

I sigh as the man slips back behind the wheel. He’ll be on his way, and I’ll never see him again. Just the way it is around here.

I silently thank the attractive man for the eye candy, but then I see his frown through the windshield as he stares at something on his dash. He puts the car in reverse, backs away from the pump, then pulls forward to the garage entrance. I wonder what’s up.

The man adjusts his sunglasses as he exits the car and steps inside to the counter.

This close, I notice his sun-kissed scruff and green eyes. I clear my dry throat. “Can I help you?”

“Did you know your service station is the only one around for miles?”

“Obviously. Who do you think pays for the billboard that led you here?” We hear the same sentiment countless times a week. “Where you from?”

“San Jose.” I figured he was from the city, but I would’ve guessed San Francisco. Though, I was close enough since San Jose is known as the capital of Silicon Valley. Not that I’ve already sized this guy up, but I’ll bet I’m not that far off the mark. “I’m returning from a friend’s wedding in Big Sur.”

“Cliffside view?”

He nods. “It was gorgeous.”

“Photos can’t do it justice.” Believe me, I tried back in the day.

“True.” He blinks as if he’s just remembered the reason he’s come inside. “Anyway, I think something’s wrong under the hood. I needed gas and was relieved to find your station. But even after filling up, which effectively shut the gas gauge off, the check engine light remains on.”

“That can happen if the fuel pump doesn’t detect gas in the tank. Could also mean your fuel filter needs replacing.”

“Right.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Would you mind taking a look?”

“Sure thing. Give me a minute.” I step toward the open door leading to the maintenance garage. “Hey, got time to check this Bimmer?”

Frank nods as he wipes his greasy hands on a towel, then pushes the button to lift the garage door.

“Just pull right in, and Frank will take care of you.”

I get lost in customers and paperwork, yet I’m still keenly aware that the man has sat in the row of chairs customers use while waiting for service. We’re a no-frills station, offering water and soda but not much else.

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