Page 58 of Manhattan Secret

“Miss Sloan, do you have a second?” I interrupt loud enough that the principal turns mid laugh and glances at me. I give no fucks for manners. I’m staring at Laney’s stained face.

“I’ll be in class in a minute, Lachlan.” She answers, raising my hackles.

Brushing me off so she can talk to that dickhead?

“Mister Fierro, ready for MIT?” He asks and I switch my glare to him, pasting on a fake-ass smile. “Sure am, Sir. Looking forward to getting to Boston.”

I see her face fall; her hand rounds the front of her neck.

“We’re all proud of you here at Richmond.”

“Thank you, sir.” I nod and right as I’m through the door, I hear the asshole tell her, “See you on Saturday, Delaney.”

Brain. Fucking. Explodes.

I don’t know how much of a prick I turn into when I see another man looking at my property like he wants to lap her up.

“Don’t, Lachie.” She warns the minute she steps into her empty classroom. I can give a fuck who hears me, lucky for Laney, it’s just us, I guess. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” Her two hands on my chest are meant to be a deterrent as I walk forward and keep going until she backs up against the closet door.

“See you on Saturday?”

“Lachlan, anyone could come in.”

“See you on Saturday?” I repeat, tighter this time with my teeth clenching, angling my head down. “Tell me you don’t have a date with principal douchebag.”

“Of course I don’t. It’s a faculty event. Now back the hell up.”

“Kiss me.”

“Jesus, Lachlan.” She protests yet crawls her hands up my chest. Sick of waiting, only slightly unhinged by that scene outside, I crash my mouth down on hers. Cradling her head in my two hands. One thing she’s never been able to deny me is a kiss, it’s why she avoids me so much, if she isn’t around me, she can’t fall on my body as I know she craves to do.

As I pillage her sweet lips, she climbs up me, clinging like my mouse and digging her fingers into my neck as her nails gouge my skin.

It feels so fucking good. I’m in instant ecstasy, missing her lips. I sling my arm around her waist and pick her up from the floor, making her wrap her legs around me as easily as breathing.

That’s how good we fit together,effortlessly.

Affixing her higher so she’s straddled around my waist, holding her to the closet door, it’s Laney who tips her face down for the new angle, I lift my chin to keep my mouth fused to hers.

She ismine.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I husk in between vicious, grabbing kisses.

She goes right on eating my face off.

I growl frustration into her mouth, fucking incredulous she can still deny what’s between us. We make pure magic together.

It isn’t only sex.

It never was just sex, though I’m a dog to get inside her as often as I can.

I want to be around her, listen to her talk, find out everything about her life and what she loves. What music makes her dance, what show does she cry at. What is her favorite memory. All that sappy shit I can’t hack my way into knowing.

“Stop,” she pants against my mouth, inhaling wildly, even as her body grinds against mine, showing me her real truth.

“Not a fucking chance.” I scrape starved kisses along her throat and peel down the collar of her thin strappy shirt, fixing my lips there until she moans with my suck. Pushing my hips harder into her softness, I feel her bump back, seeking what only I can give her.

Another few dry humps and my girl will splinter apart like a stardust shower.

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