Page 64 of Manhattan Secret
“You’re in public,” she huffs, arms folded over her chest.
I can’t say she isn’t hot. Riley is. Tight little body, tits and ass, I just never felt it for her.
“Why is it such a big secret?”
“Why are you up in my shit?” I ask darkly, staring at her. This is the second time in as many minutes she’s questioning me, and it’s two times more than I’d let anyone get away with.
“I just don’t see what the big secret is about if you have a girlfriend, unless you’re doing a married woman.”
I take a slow swallow of the bottled beer and pose a different question. “When was it your parents split?”
She scrunches her face. “What, why? I was thirteen.”
“Yeah, that’s right. And I let you come stay over my house because you couldn’t take all their fighting, you remember?”
“Of course I do, Lachie.”
“My mom would make all that good shit for you that you liked to eat, to make you feel better, and Raene shared her make-up and clothes with you even though my sister hates sharing anything.”
“What’s this about?”
“I just wanna remind you not to shit all over someone who’s done something nice for you when you needed it the most. I have no time for bratty girls who wanna poke their nose in my business. Got it? Okay then.”
Her face blanches as I walk away without a glance back.
C H A P T E R 18
Delaney
“When my woman wakes smiling that big I know I’ve done my job right.”
A nose burrows into my neck and I grin wider as the sun tries to creep in through the bedroom blinds. “Hm…” I wiggle my butt into the hard body curving around me, feeling warm and cared for and so glad I’m home.
I realize that sleeping next to his warmth and solid frame means I get the best sleep of my life instead of the sporadic hours I’ve always slept alone. “Remind me what’s your job?”
“Doing you.” He smirks when I turn my head on the pillow and I bat his leg with an open palm.
“You’re a pig.”
“Horny pig.” He grunts to let me know how much, nibbling on my shoulder.
My toes are still curled under the comforter. He’s done his job really nice from the moment he picked me up at the airport, his mouth flying down onto mine and he didn’t stop touching me until, well… his hand is still lazily stroking my stomach, so he hasn’t stopped touching me at all.
“Too early to get out of bed, Laney.” He gruffs.
I forget sometimes he’s a teen boy who likes to sleep the clock around, whereas I’m a morning person. In fact, if not for Lachlan in my bed, I would’ve been up around 6 am. He’s turned me into a lazy monster who can only function when his hands are on me.
I don’t mind so much.
Not when he starts kissing my neck.
Not when he nudges my legs open and starts kissing down my body.
And not when he makes me moan, fisting the sheets and I beg and cry out his name.
It really is good to be home, but this addiction to be with him is growing even more outrageous, to the point I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give him up and that scares me.
My career is here and all I’ve ever had, and his studies are hundreds of miles away.
