Page 56 of Manhattan Secret
Her head jerks up, her eyes widen as I wink and stroll to take my seat.
Her smile is enough when I watch her open it to find the sandwich and muffin she likes. I had no idea I could be the sandwich and muffin kind of boyfriend, but there I am, making sure my girl eats.
Lachlan:Eat the muffin, mouse. I’ll eat you later.
I love nothing more than flustering Delaney while she gets her teaching underway. She casts me a scolding eyebrow and I grin over the lid of my laptop.
All the assignments are over with and my scores are high—like I expect anything else. I would usually skip out of classes altogether, for the reason I’m addicted to a teacher in a pencil skirt and Vans, I prowl to her classes like a junkie for a fix, even if I did leave her bed this morning.
“Mr. Fierro, that’s not a phone I see under your desk is it?” I hear and pull my head up to see her saucy little stare calling me out in front of everyone.
Oh, my girl.
My friends chuckle around me and Ethan guffaws, thinking I’m about to rip into a teacher. “Now, Miss Sloan, do you really want me to answer that?”
“I do, Mr. Fierro, since all your classmates can follow the rule to put all devices away while we work.”
Fuck. She’s making me hard.
She used that authoritarian voice on me last night when I had her on all fours, telling her to give me another orgasm.
She did. My good girl.
Biting on the inside of my lip, I hold back my grin, slouching in my seat, legs kicked out in front of me. Anyone looking at Laney will just see a teacher pulling a student in line. I see a hot as fuck woman looking at her man with any excuse she can find to flirt with me in plain sight.
“These little shits like to suck up.”
Her eyes widen and I swear I see her smile for a second. “Watch the language, Lachlan.”
She didn’t mind my language the other night when I called right before she went to bed and told her just how badly I was hurting to get my mouth between her legs. Listening to Laney get herself off was almost as good as feeling her shake around my tongue.
After class, I wink at her on my way out and mouth, “call me, baby.” She doesn’t flicker any facial emotion, but I catch her amused gaze.
She’s in just as deep as I am.
Ethan shoves my shoulder with his from behind and gets in step with me.
“What was that shit with you and Sloan?”
“What shit?”
“Man, you think I’m dumb as fuck,” he chuckles, unwrapping a gum he tosses in his mouth, we head out of the building towards my car. “The verbal fucking, not to mention I thought you were gonna crawl across the floor and climb under her prim skirt to mouth fuck her.”
My spine bristles, ready to punch his lights out for talking about her that way.
I shrug nonchalantly.
If not for Laney begging me not to say shit to anyone, I would have already told Ethan, at least. Maybe not the others, the chicks have big mouths. Avery already mentioned how she’d do Laney. She can keep her lesbian fucking lips off my girl, there’s plenty of pussy in school for her. Plus, Riley is a catty thing, she’d break her neck to report Laney just to screw with me.
“What about the baggie you sneaked to her?”
“You’re seeing things, bro.”
“Fuck you,” he laughs, “you’re doing her, right?”
“Mom wanted me to bring cookies.”
His cackle this time is like he’s on drugs. I smirk, climbing behind the wheel of my Escalade; fucker knows me too well. I wouldn’t deliver baked shit to a teacher, over my dead body. And mom doesn’t bake for anyone other than us kids.
