Page 130 of Manny

Four weeks later

“It’s healing nicely,” Lace tells me, her eyes hopeful. “How do you feel?”

“I’m sad to say my gym days are over,” I sigh. “But if you’re okay with a dad bod, then that’s good with me.”

She laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck as we kiss. It’s been a slow recovery, unfortunately. I was lucky in the sense that I didn’t have any major internal damage. The bullet was lodged in my upper chest, closer to the shoulder. I’m a lucky son of a bitch, an inch or so lower, and it would’ve been lights out. I don’t like not being able to work. Cooking is my life, and I’ve had to make adjustments in my healing, including no sex. I cracked a couple of ribs going down in the fall, so that’s been no picnic either.

“I’m okay with that.” She presses her lips to mine.

“You guys know when you start without me, I get cranky,” Bandit says from the doorway.

A slow grin spreads across my face. “You finally made it?”

“Hey, I’ve been busy. The clubhouse is a mess since you’ve been away.”

“Do not tell me anyone’s been in my kitchen messing it up. I’m back to work next week,” I sigh.

“It’ll be fine,” Lace soothes. “Nobody has been doing anything to your kitchen.”

Her hand wanders over my chest and I freeze when she places her hand over my heart, and her fingers brush my scar. “We have matching scars now,” she whispers.

I stare at her beautiful face. “We do, and no, that doesn’t mean it’s Bandit’s turn for a bullet,” I say, before he can get a word in.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He moves toward the bed, leaning down to kiss Lace, then me. His lips are soft, but his scruff scrapes my skin. I feel the tingle all over. “I was plannin’ on somethin’ else, though.”

My heart races in my chest. “Yeah?”

“Uh, huh.”

Lace giggles. “We’re dying to give you a little TLC, right, babe?”

“Right.” Bandit grins. “But you can tap out anytime you wan?—”

I hold up a hand. “I’m not an invalid,” I sigh. In truth, the two of them have molly-coddled me within an inch of my life. If it isn’t them, it’s Deanna, Summer, Stella or Indi, or someone from the club making sure I’m not bored out of my brain or trying to overdo it. The amount of love and appreciation I’ve felt over this last month has been heartwarming.

“We know that, but if you feel the need to stop, or your chest hurts...” Lace starts.

“I know, I know. I’ll use the ridiculous mushroom, candy corn, and french fries.” I can’t resist an eye roll.

“If you weren’t still technically in recovery, I’d spank that ass,” Bandit warns.

“Ooh, you sure you wanna awaken that beast, tiger?” I smirk, leaning up as I kiss him and he grips my chin in that way he does and our tongues meet. My dick, already at half mast, springs to life. I turn my head, my lips finding Lace’s as she joins in. Then Bandit kisses her, too, and it’s one big love fest.

“So horny for you,” Lace whimpers. They’ve been torturing me by having sex in front of me. Well, it was my idea. I couldn’t even jerk off, but Lace and Bandit took turns sucking me off so I could get relief. It was so hot. Her hand snakes down my body and into my briefs. “Someone’s already getting hard.”

My tongue is in her mouth as she gasps, my hand squeezing her breast in her little sleep top as I pinch her nipple and she yelps. Bandit kisses my neck, his hand joining Lace’s as they both fondle my dick and I groan, already feeling the pre-cum at my tip.

Bandit shifts, tugging his shirt off. His jeans are already loose but not off, and I want them both naked. As if reading my mind, he drops his jeans and his boxer briefs and stands at the side of the bed, watching Lace’s hand move inside my briefs as he strokes himself.

“Been thinkin’ about this for a long time,” he drawls. “Haven’t we, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” Lace coos, nipping my bottom lip with her teeth. I pull her satin tank down as her tit pops out and she rises to her knees so I can suckle. I’ve loved suckling her tits when I’m super needy, which is often, and Bandit loves to watch.

“Fuck,” Bandit hisses. He leans over the bed, tugging at Lace’s sleep shorts as she awkwardly maneuvers out of them. I break free long enough for her to remove her top, and then suckle her other tit.

“Such perfect tits,” I mutter.

Bandit turns her so she plops on her ass as she leans back, then spreads her legs as he moves up her body. She cries out when he parts her pussy lips and licks her center. “So sweet,” he murmurs.

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