Page 157 of The Manny

“I haven’t touched anyone since you,” he admitted, looking uncertain. He ran his hand down my shoulder, tension in his voice. “I’m kind of embarrassed to admit that, but I want you to know I just couldn’t do it.”

I could see in his eyes that he wondered if I’d slept with anyone else. He no doubt thought I’d been with Crispin. I’d let him think that because of my pride. Now though, there was no reason to lie. “Me neither.”

Obvious surprise rippled through his pretty green eyes. “Really?”

I nodded. “Like you, I just couldn’t.”

Relief washed over his features. “I assumed you had. I was sure you and Crispin…” He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “I’m so happy you didn’t.”

“Contrary to what Gus implied, I don’t sleep around.”

“Gus,” he growled, looking annoyed.

I sighed. “He caused us a lot of trouble.”

Jack grimaced. “No, I did that all by myself.”

I pulled his head down for a kiss, and once it ended, whispered, “Let’s not talk about Gus.”

He smiled, lust glittering in his eyes. “Let’s not talk at all.”

“Sounds good to me.” I arched into him, his cock sliding against mine. I winced a bit as my head rubbed the pillow.

“You okay?” he asked, suddenly looking very alert.

“My head is just tender.”

He moved off of me immediately. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

I scowled and reached for him. “No. I want this.”

“But your head,” he said softly.

“It’s fine.” I trailed my fingers teasingly down his bare thigh. “I need you.”

He shivered and the heat in his eyes increased. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll lie on my stomach.” As I spoke, I rolled over.

He gave a lusty grunt and his hands kneaded my ass cheeks. “Jesus, your body turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I grinned and lifted my ass in the air, arching my back. “You like my ass?” I wiggled my butt back and forth, and he chuckled.

“You’re like a cat in heat.”

“You got that right.” I smirked.

He slipped his fingers over my hole, fingering the puckered entrance gently. “Let me get the lube and condom.”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Just the lube.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?”

I swallowed, nervous he might reject my idea. “Well, neither of us have been with anyone else, right?”

“Right.” His breathing picked up.

“Before you, I hadn’t had sex in six months at least.” My face warmed at that admission. “I couldn’t find anyone who interested me.”

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