Page 142 of Manhattan Secret
“Don’t you get slick with me, I’ll still kick your ass.” She warns, lips twitching.
Dad comes up behind her, arm around her waist, his lips at her temple. “Did I win, kitten?”
“Yes, you villain, you knew you would.” She huffs, disgusted she’d lost whatever they have cooking together, with mom and dad we can never tell.
“Win what?”
“Your dad said you’d sneak off at some point and I wassuremy second baby boy would stay.”
Dad smirks.
Mom rolls her eyes.
I laugh and wrap Laney up tight.
Dad gets it. I wink at him.
I’m a Fierro, of course I speak the truth. “We won’t be long, mom. We’re gonna work on another grandbaby for you.”
Under my arm Laney dissolves into embarrassed snorts, if I look at her now she’ll be cherry red, and I’ll see my shy, timid mouse all over again, the same forbidden woman I fell hard and fast for.
It’s mom who reacts first, practically shoving us out the yard gate. “Well why didn’t you say so. Go, we’ll put my Zani girl to bed.”
“You are such a wicked boy,” Laney accuses, smiling up at me as we take a stroll down the street, arms tangled around each other.
The look of love in her eyes says she fucking loves me wicked.
I swoop down and steal a hot kiss.
We Fierro’s don’t need much motivation when it comes to pleasing those we love. I’ll do anything for my Laney.
“Gonna see how wicked soon, baby, now where do you want me to fuck you in my brother’s house?”
I never fully understood how a love like ours would come into my life and consume me like fire, burning brighter every single day … until my mouse appeared as if she’d walked out of every dirty teen fantasy I’ve ever had.
What I have with her is unmatched.
I get it now, how dad puts mom as the top tier of our family.
Laney is mine.
She’s the dream and fantasy I still strive for.
She’s the secret I adore and worship and constantly long for.
Unparalleled. It’s—she’s—the serenity and peace I didn’t know existed, let alone the kind I’d find and fall for quickly, in the most unlikely of places.
Our circumstances don’t matter, our differences and the wrongness of us being together were long past and yet … I look at Laney every day and that thrill of our forbidden secret still zips through me.
She makes my blood boil, my heart roar like a lion in the wild, and my soul craves only her.
Only ever my wife.
I love her.
I fuckinglove her.
There’s a truth in the forbidden.
