Page 55 of Manhattan Secret
And I have all the shame because she’s seeing me in bed with my man-boy who’s laid relaxed, watching TV with his arm around my waist, fingers stroking my hip.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed; Cali is the last to ever judge me.
My own quirks are hard to shake free.
“He’s absolutely gorgeous, Laney!” she declares and without looking at him I know he’s smirking. “Oh, his ego knows that already.” I blow her a kiss and disconnect.
I would have honestly loved to have ripped him a new one and tossed him out for that little stunt, but the moment my phone is on the bedside table he rolls over, pinning me underneath him and attacks my mouth with hard, fast all tongue kisses that empty my mind and fills me with need.
Burning need that Lachlan sees to by fucking me until I forget all the reasons why we are so wrong together. Because it feels soright.
Much, much later. “This can’t happen again.” Sweat slicked, panting, skin hot as lava, it probably isn’t the best time to tell him when his eyes glint down at me.
We’re laid sideways on the bed, the TV still playing, and every part of my body is tingling.
He hasn’t fully softened, and he gives a shove forward, impaling me.
I can’t hold back my moan. “Oh, God,” my hips lift of their own accord towards more of that bliss, my inner walls going through a series of spasms. The feel of him all over me is incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s as if he’s washed every lover from memory, replaced by his skin, his sweat and his taste in my mouth.
I’m addicted to the pleasure he gives me.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” nothing but smugness in his tone and I’m bereft when he withdraws, making sure to hold the base of the condom so nothing can escape. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on the fucked-up sundae to get knocked up by my teen lover.
“Stay right there, gonna get rid of this then I’m eating you out.”
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
In the doorway, he pauses and looks back at me. Everything in his eyes is what I like. Like too much. “You look incredible fresh from my fuck, Laney.” his sincerity scorches me deep when he smiles at me.
Tension twists my stomach up.
If I had any kind of decency and morality left in me, I’d be telling him to go.
Not waiting on the bed for him to come back and eat me out.
I’m a fake. A fraud. A goddamn phony of all things moral because I’m waiting for my man-boy and all the pleasure he gives me.
I want Lachlan, and as hard as it is to admit … I’m willing to sacrifice anything to keep him for whatever short amount of time I can have him for..
C H A P T E R 15
Lachlan
My girl thinks we’re having a dirty—wrong, illicit affair.
But there’s nothing wrong or illicit about what we do or feel for each other.
She can panic and deny us all she wants to, but the little mouse is mine.
I thought it was hilarious how she met my mom when she blurted out the story to me.
My poor mouse, all scared and panicked wanting to dump my ass, even as she clung to me and let me calm her in the way I know how, by giving her a screaming orgasm on her kitchen floor.
I told mom that same day I was seeing someone, and it’s serious, just not that it’s Laney. Not yet. Not until the end of school and I have graduation out of the way. Two weeks and counting and then the whole summer before college to spend with Laney.
My girl is forgetful, as I’m finding.
Three days running she forgot to bring her packed lunch to work, so when I walk into her classroom that morning, the others behind me busily yapping about something, I pull out the white paper bag from inside my jacket and place it on Laney’s desk.
