Page 27 of Manny

“Better hurry then, or he’ll know.”

She blinks once, twice, then curses as she lifts her dress and then yanks her panties down. They pool at her feet and I scoop them up, lifting her feet by the ankle, one by one. I bring them to my nose, inhaling, and she balks. “Jonah!”

My eyes meet hers again as I stand. “Mine.”

She bites her lip and shoves me away. “Okay, go get some boxes, he’s almost here. I’ll say I had to pee.”

I shake my head. “You’re goin’ to a lot of trouble to make it look like we weren’t foolin’ around. You sure this is just about Manny’s dumb fuckin’ rules?”

She shoves me again. “We’ll talk about this later, just move.”

I nip her chin. “Fuckin’ love it when you’re bossy.”

She finger combs her hair, then darts past me sliding into what looks to be a powder room and I stare at the door. I haven’t had a lot to grin about in a long time, but this is worth it.

Stuffing her panties in my back pocket, I make for the door and out to my truck. I open the trunk, and just as I grab a box, Manny pulls up alongside.

I don’t notice the way his legs are parted wide and how much bigger he looks on the sled than he does in his kitchen. I mean, he’s not a small dude, but he’s nowhere near as thick as I am. He’s the same height as me, six two, and as he tugs his brain bucket off, I see he’s wearing a bandana. Why my eyes skim all over him while I still have Lace’s pussy juices on my fingers and my tongue, I’ll never know. But my dick throbs all that much more.

I don’t know what the fuck that means, but I’m just horny. I want Lace. I want her so bad.

If I didn’t have to pick up Eli from school in an hour, I’d be taking her back to my place to bend her over my couch while I fuck that naughty fighting spirit out of her pretty mouth.

I don’t know who she thinks she is talking to me like that, but I liked it. I like a woman with sass, and Lace has just the right amount.

I give Manny a chin lift.

“Well, if it isn’t my favoriteBeefcake.” He smiles. Is this guy ever in a bad mood? “How’s it hanging?”

I don’t miss the way his eyes skim over my chest as he pulls himself off the bike. I also don’t miss the way my eyes drop to his ass when he turns to put his helmet in the saddlebag.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Just fine.” It’d be better if it were hanging over Lace’s head right now while she sucked my balls, but thanks to you, that’s not happening. “Helpin’ Lace bring her shit inside.”

He nods. “I can help too.” He reaches into the back of my truck to grab a bin.

When I get inside, Lace appears out of the bathroom just as Manny plonks a box on the floor. “Hey, Lace.”

She beams up at him. “Hey, roomie.”

If he suspects what we were just up to, he doesn’t show it. Maybe it’s just obvious to me, but Lace still looks a little disheveled. Okay, she’s smoothed her hair into a ponytail, and aside from her cheeks being a little flushed, it’s notthatobvious. But knowing her pussy is still wet and ready for my dick, makes it increasingly hard to tear my eyes away from her. Still. We don’t need Manny telling everyone in the club what me and Lace are up to, so I put my mask of indifference back. “Where you want all this shit?”

She turns to look at me. “Um, let me see.” Her hand moves to my forearm so she can read the front of the box. It’s now Irealize she’s labeled some of them. “I guess that’s the bathroom. I’ll show you.”

Manny’s texting, oblivious to the heat that just passed between us. “What do you feel like for dinner?” Manny calls absently as we disappear upstairs.

“Whatever you feel like cooking!” Lace hollers back.

The apartment is nice. Nicer than anything I could afford, and I’m glad she’s living somewhere safe and suitable. I don’t like the idea of her living on Hope’s couch, or looking for a place that isn’t safe. Not that Riot would let that happen. He’s protective of her, and for good reason. I have a sister, and I’d die before I let anything happen to her.

I follow her into the bathroom and drop the box on the counter, blocking her in. I reach for her and she slaps my hands away, pointing at the door with a silent shout.

I ignore her, pressing my lips to hers as I swallow her groan and it rattles me all the way down to my toes. “Want your pussy, Lace. You can’t hide forever from me.”

“Soon,” she whispers.

“Tonight?”

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