Page 66 of Manny

Lace likes to think it won’t affect things, but I know differently. The men of the club are a brotherhood, and yes, they’re understanding and supportive, but of this? I can’t see how Riot would be okay with it. Then again, why should he have any say in what we’re doing? It’s not serious. It’s just sex. Or so I tell myself. It’s not as if I’m asking Lace to marry me, even if I said all that shit about her belonging to me. That would imply she’s my ol’ lady when she’s not. What I meant was, I don’t want her with any other brother.Aside from Manny.I push that thought aside. It’s dangerous.

I’m definitely not okay with her seeing anyone else, yet I can’t say that I was completely shocked out of my mind when I knew something was going on with Manny. They both said nothing happened until just recently, and while I do believe Lace, they can’t deny they have chemistry. I was suspicious from the start.

Now I’m questioning if it would be so bad. It would if Manny wasn’t bi. Then it wouldn’t be good at all because he’d only want her… and there I go again. I can’t get the two of them off my mind, and I need to because I’m still kissing Lace.

I pull back, and she’s panting. I don’t need to look back to know Manny still has his eyes on us.Suffer, dick.The impulse to act like a child and remind him that I had her first is both juvenile and disgusting. I don’t treat women like pieces of meat, but there’s something gloriously satisfying about being ahead ofhim. I’m not even sorry about it, and I wouldn’t mind rubbing it in his face a little more, but there’s Lace to think of.

Manny clears his throat and Lace turns to look at him. “Don’t stop on my account.” The bastard is grinning, his arms folded across his chest. “You two look good together.”

I kiss her forehead, ignoring him. “Goodnight,Princess.”

“Good— goodnight,” Lace stammers. It’s dark, but I get the feeling she’s blushing. Kissing me when she has feelings for me and Manny isn’t a small thing, and I feel a little jolt of victory that this could still be happening when she looks up at me almost shyly.

I move my head to the side of hers and whisper in her ear. “When can I see you again?”

She presses her hand to my bicep, and I feel the heat between us. “Soon, I promise.”

“With him?” My voice almost sounds like a growl.

“I think it’s clear you two can’t coexist together for more than five seconds.” She almost sounds forlorn.

“Give it a beat for me to recover from the shock you two were naked together.”

“I told you we weren’t a thing.”

“And I told you we were.”

“You also asked me when we could scour the club,” she reminds me. I did, in fact, say that. And if I recall correctly, I was excited about the prospect.

“That was before I knew it was Manny.”

Her eyes find mine. “And I told you I had someone in mind, but I had no clue if Manny would be okay with it, or if you would. I never planned this, it just sort of happened. In my mind, it was a perfect fit, but seeing how you two don’t exactly see eye to eye has me rethinking if my matchmaking skills are getting a little rusty.”

“Clearly.” I peck her on the lips. “Get on home.”

“Bossy.”

I drag my hands down the sides of her body and cup her ass. That one is definitely for Manny. “Always.”

We pull apart, and I watch her sashay over to Manny. He’s still leaning against his bike. He unfolds his arms and swings a leg over, his eyes on mine as he hands Lace her helmet. Then the fucker leans over and Lace stares at him for a second. He plants a kiss on her lips, essentially tasting me, too. My dick stirs as I watch them. I thought I’d want to punch him. I thought I’d march over there and drag Lace away from him. But I don’t. I watch as she kisses him back, pressing one hand against his chest. All I want to do is fucking join them. Stand behind her as they kiss, fondling her tits and kissing her neck. Plucking at her nipples as Manny fights for her attention, and we both give it to her. And that’s the thing; we can both give it to her withoutusdoing anything. Swords may cross, but that doesn’t mean shit. It doesn’t mean I’m into him. You can get lost in the moment, desire can take over, and that’s all that’s happening here. I palm the back of my neck as my dick begs me to do something.

But all I can do is watch as he slides his tongue in her mouth and I’m left to watch on, just as he was. When she breaks the kiss, she kisses him on the cheek. He smiles, turning back to the front as he smirks at me, then the asshole blows me a kiss. I start towards him, but he yanks his helmet on, releases the kickstand and starts the motorcycle. Lace pulls her helmet on and wraps her arms around him. He takes off from the lot, giving me a finger wave as Lace waves, too. I watch them until they’ve pulled out and disappear into the night.

Dick throbbing, heart racing, I turn and head back to my truck. I don’t need to tell myself that jerking off when I get home won’t even scratch the itch that I have, but I know that there’s a whole world of possibilities, and I’m not so sure that I’m gonna walk away as easily as I thought.

Cash calls an emergency meeting the next day at church. Only the committee members usually attend the meetings, and then the minutes get passed onto us at a later stage. Things must be important if we’re all called in.

There was some shit going down a little while back, when Riot was kidnapped and Shade, his ex-handler’s sniper girlfriend, took out a hit on him for payback for what he did to the Chicago mafia. This was all back when Riot was a sniper, and got mixed up with the wrong crowd. She blamed Riot for his death, and now she’s on the loose. Cash called the club into lockdown when she escaped; that’s when Manny, Cash and Charles rescued Riot.

I’ve only been in the meeting room a handful of times. There’s a long, rounded table that seats twelve, plus it extends for times like this when we all get together. There’s artwork adoring the walls because Prez’s ol’ lady is an interior designer and decorator. She overhauled this whole club a few years back and I have to agree that it’s tasteful with wood beams and neutral walls, while still being bad ass at the same time.

Cash has a coffee maker at one end of the room, along with a small bar, a fridge, the safe behind a large framed logo of the club, and a bookshelf with his collection of maps and old books.

It’s rustic, kinda cowboy meets biker, or something in between.

When I step foot inside the room, the first fucking person I see is goddamn Manny. Of course. He’s arranging some sandwiches on the table, along with some delicious smelling cinnamon rolls. The man has made a mini banquet. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, making my stomach growl.

Only Hawk, Harlem and Pipes are here. They give me a chin lift and carry on their conversation. The men around the table all have their places, so I hang back from the main table with afew of the chairs behind, not wanting to overstep my place. I’ve had to earn my stripes tenfold since I joined the Rebels, and I don’t wanna piss anyone off, namely Tag, who’s known to throw punches out of the blue.

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