Page 99 of Manny

Shep embraces his friend, slapping him on the back. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, and I brought some buddies with me.”

Everyone stirs as the two giants follow behind, waving to the suddenly silent crowd. Shep always makes an entrance. I’m happy for him, but now I grow restless because he’ll be with Shep and the boys tonight and we need him.

An idea springs to mind, and I can’t wait to run it by Lace.

“This is called sneaking around,” Lace whispers.

“Manny said it was okay.” I kiss her. We’ve been making out on Manny’s couch. He stayed behind after the party, and we called it a night, wanting to give him some time with Shep.

“In his safe space?” She kisses me back. We’ve been trying, and failing, to keep our hands to ourselves all night, but that’s been impossible. We haven’t fucked, but we’ve been touching each other, ready to combust, but also wanting to wait for Manny to get here.

“Maybe I should bounce you up and down on my cock. He might walk in on us and join in,” I muse.

“Ooh, don’t tempt me to get fully naked.” She straddles me and we kiss long and hard. She pulls her tank down and I play with her tits.

“Not wearin’ a bra is considered public indecency.” I lean forward to capture one nipple in my mouth as her groan runs right through me.

“I want to be indecent with the two of you.” She gasps when I twist her other nipple, enjoying the feel of her pussy pressing into my straining cock.

One hand slides up her torso and her hand darts out to grip my wrist. I stop. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It’s my… my scar, I just…”

I pull my hand away. “It’s okay, it’s a no-go area, I get it. If you don’t want me to touch it, I won’t.”

She stares down at me. “It’s just always been an ugly reminder of my past.”

“I’ll kill anyone who hurt you.”

She smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “He’s already dead.”

I brush her hair back behind her ears. “That’s good then. Hopefully, he’s rotting in Hell.” I pause. “Do you want to talk about?—”

“No, well, I will, but I want Manny here.”

Instead of being jealous about it, I feel relief. I want him here too, and it surprises me just how much.

“Can’t stop thinkin’ about him,” I whisper. “How happy he was tonight, it was so sweet.”

“Me either, he deserves it.”

Like music to our ears, we hear the door unlock. We don’t move from our position on the couch; Lace half undressed and me with my shirt off, my top button of my jeans undone.

I’m still cupping her tits when we hear Manny’s voice. “I see I’m not too late to join the party?”

Lace squeals, jumping off me to leap into his arms, peppering him with kisses. He laughs, kissing her back, and I sit up, adjusting my cock before I stand. “We’ve been talking about youall night. It’s been killing both of us that we can’t be near you,” she whines.

He kisses her, his eyes shifting to me as I move toward them. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “About that.”

He doesn’t have time to speak. I grab him by the neck and apply a little bit of pressure, walking him back until his back hits the wall as I cage him in.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

My eyes scan his body as I run a hand through his hair. “We also need to discuss how fuckin’ hot you look in this cut, right, Lacey?”

“Mmmhmm.” She appears by our sides and puts her hands on both of us.

I lean in, my lips hovering over his, my hand at his throat. “You been a good boy?”

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