Page 62 of Manny

“Yeah? Well, she’s a very big fan of my dick.” He thumps his fist down on the table and I laugh.

“Sooo scary. You can’t even admit your feelings, let alone give Lace what she wants.”

“I gave Lace plenty, didn’t I, sweetheart?” He gives Lace a chin lift. “Tell him what my big cock did to that tight little pussy and how good it felt stretched around me.”

My cock jerks. Goddamn it. I wish I wouldn’t react this way to him. He may be pretty, but that’s it. He has zero personality, andhe’s downright rude. Plus, he grabbed Lace, albeit he was trying to stop her fleeing, but still.

“Jonah!” she whisper-shouts. There’s no point looking around, nobody else is here. “Keep it down.”

He smirks, folding his arms over his chest triumphantly. “Or how I ate your pussy like I was a starvin’ man? Would you also like to see that, too, peckerhead?”

“You’re such a child,” I throw back. “But it sounds to me like you do a whole lot of talking, and absolutely no follow through.”

“Tell that to Jas’s desk. That’s where we fucked.”

My eyes go wide. Lace admitted she got bent over a desk, but Jas’s? I’ll never be able to go in there now with BLTs and look at that desk the same way again.

Arousal stirs once more, and my balls feel tight. What I’d give for some of that…

“Jonah,” Lace groans. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“When was this?” I prod.

Lace cringes just a little. “The night Shep came to the clubhouse.”

“We just couldn’t wait. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another.” Asshole shrugs. “Could we,Lacey?”

“Okay, knock it off,” she chastises. “We get the picture.”

Bandit goes on before I get a word in edgewise. “So, if you two didn’t have sex, what did you do?”

Now it’s my time to gloat. “We watched a movie and cuddled, then Lace got naked and rubbed her pussy all over my cock.” The words are out and I hear Lace’s gasp.Oops.I mean, she knows we’re not exactly gonna sit here and make out she’s the Virgin Mary, but I get it could be a tad misogynistic.

Bandit’s eyes blink a couple of times. I lean in. “She yanked my boxers down and I came all over myself, and her, but we didn’t have sex. Is that clear enough for you?”

His eyes slide to her, then back to me. He looks…uncomfortable.

“You were hot.” Lace bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes flick to Bandit. “And so were you. I don’t get how you can’t see how perfect this is. You both like me, so even if you don’t wanna cross swords together, we could still have some fun. You just both need to get your heads out of your asses.”

“You’re not seriously still suggesting we do this?” Bandit shakes his head, amusement on his face.

“I’m not suggesting anything. But I know this rivalry and back and forth you two have going is kinda…cute.”

“Cute?” We say in unison. We glare at one another.

“There is nothing cute about him.” I point toward him. “Let’s examine the evidence, shall we? He’s rude. Impatient. Thinks he’s in charge. He’s bossy. Has a huge ego. He may have a big dick, though that may fall into the ‘ego’ category because it was self proclaimed, and the only thing he has going for him, aside from his looks and body, is that kid of his back home.”

“I’m a good dad,” he tells me.

I level him with a look. “I know that. Eli is amazing, you’ve done a fantastic job with him.”

Not that he needs me to tell him that.

“Let’s keep his name out of this,” he grumbles.

“Why? Because he couldn’t wait to get rid of you the other day when we made chocolate croissants?” I smile at the memory.

“Of course he couldn’t. I cramp his style when there’s better options at his disposal. Like baking.”

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