Page 18 of Manny

“Not like that asshole gave me much choice.”

I slap him on the back. “Don’t worry, I’m not tattooing my dick anytime soon. Some jewels are sacred.”

“With you on that.”

He applies salve and wraps me up, and I head out on my motorcycle over to the club. Cash had some errands for me to run, and though I’m not a prospect, I still have to prove my worth to the club. I’ll do whatever it is Cash needs me to do.

When I park in the lot at the clubhouse, it’s pretty quiet. During the day, not a lot of action takes place because the guys all have regular jobs. Usually, it’s just Manny cooking up a storm. I try to keep in his good books because nobody in their right mind wants to piss off the best cook in New Orleans.

When I get there, I can smell something heavenly wafting from the kitchen. I bypass the meeting room, unsure if Cash is in there or in his office, and head for the kitchen.

I haven’t had a lot to do with Manny, aside from the time not so long ago that we snuck Cookie, Riot and Halo’s dog, into the hospital when he was shot. We got away with it by stealing a food cart and hiding Cookie inside.

When I get closer, I hear voices. I stop in my tracks when I hear Lace’s laugh.

She told me she’s rooming with Manny, of all people, until she can get her own place. I don’t know why, but a surge of jealousy ran through me when she texted me about that. Not that I think she’s into him, or he’s into her, but hearing her laughing like that makes me think otherwise.

We’ve been seeing each other here and there, but I still haven’t really committed to a real date. When she came along with Manny to the strip club for Deanna’s birthday, I put on a show, and we got talking after. She’s super hot and I know she likes me. Well, she likes my body, that’s good enough for me. But she’s Riot’s little sister, and he has no clue we’re talking. I know she’s a grown woman, but there’s also a bro-code that we don’t cross in the club. Riot is protective over her, and I get that. I’m the same with Indi. Maybe that’s the reason I haven’t slept with her yet, fuck knows I want to.

As I listen closer, she moans and then groans, making noises that have me pushing the door open to examine what’s going on in there. She turns to look at me, sitting on the stainless steel bench eating what looks to be French onion soup.

Because we’re keeping it on the downlow, I can’t exactly drag her off the counter away from Manny, the guy every chick loves, and ask her what the fuck she’s doing.

“Lace?”

“Oh, hey, Bandit,” she sing-songs. I’ve gotta hand it to her, she doesn’t miss a beat.

I glance down at her short skirt. Fuck me, she looks super hot. Her honey colored hair sits just above the shoulders, her ample breasts accentuated with a thick, high belt wrapping around her waist, pushing her bust up. My mouth waters because I’m a tittie guy, and I haven’t had sex in a while. Between the workshop, the club and my son, things have been hectic. My straining dick is paying for that now.

“Hey.” I glance up to Manny, who’s pulling some garlic bread out from the broiler.

“Just in time,” Manny says, giving me a wink. “How’s my favorite bad boy today?”

Manny’s always like this. Eccentric. A smart ass and the fact he’s seen me almost naked at Vault XL is a little uncomfortable. I made it clear to Cash that if I was gonna work there; it meant none of the guys from the club could be there. It’s one thing to get your ass out with a bunch of chicks in the room throwing money at you, but it’s quite another to have your club brothers giggling like school girls while you try to make a living. Clearly, Manny didn’t get the memo.

I grunt. I don’t have much to say, but that garlic bread sure smells amazing.

“Was that a ‘oh, yes, Manny, I’d love to stuff some of your rich, hearty goodness in my mouth?’” He’s hilarious. Or thinks he is.

I watch Lace as she smiles at me, looking up from under her lashes as she takes another mouthful. “It’s really good.”

My stomach growls, and though I’m not usually a soup guy, I don’t protest when Manny shoves a bowl at me and drops two thick pieces of the bread on top.

“I’ll take your radio silence to mean you’d love a bowl.” He claps his hands together. “Now be a good boy and tell me how amazing I am.”

Why do his words penetrate me in such a way that my dick stirs.Fuckin’ down, boy.I don’t have a thing for him, nor do I have a thing foranydudes. I’m straight. I’m into pussy. I’m into Lace. Maybe my mind has wandered a time or two, but that’s only when I’ve been really wasted. I may have confessed to Lace one drunken night that I’d had ‘thoughts’, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a clear recollection of it. We’d both had a few drinks. And when I’ve been drinking, I say weird shit.

I also don’t notice Manny’s cut off tank. The kind where the sides are slit all the way down to his waist so you can see right inside. I had no clue he was so ripped. When he meets my eye, I look away.Fuck.

“You can sit, you know.” He points to one of the opposite stools. “We have seating.”

“How come she gets to sit on your countertop?” I nod to Lace as I try not to let my eyes dip to her tits. They look so big in that tight blouse. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, her nipples are hard. I have a flash of me coming all over them, emptying my load as I mark that pretty rack.

Shit.

He shrugs. “Because she’s prettier than you.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I snort, taking one of the now soggy pieces of bread and shoving it into my mouth. I groan.

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