Page 63 of Manhattan Secret

A lamb I’ve fucked ten ways to Thanksgiving.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

“You tried remember, sweetheart. No thanks.” Smirks Ethan.

Oh, fuck. I hid my smile. He really went there.

Riley glares at me, red in the face, looking as though she wants to stab a fork in Ethan’s eyes, imploring me to say something. I just shrug and she pushes Zander out of the booth so she can storm off to the restroom.

“Did you have to be so fucking nasty?” Zander growls.

“What? She’s a fucking pest, always going after his dick, it’s sad, man. Sadder than you’re into her and you watch this shit going down.”

“You don’t know shit, man.” Fires back Zander.

I’m done with this crap. “I need a drink, not to listen to you two having a spat.” I push out of the booth and make it over to the bar. It’s one of the few pizza places who hold a liquor license. If they card me, I have my fake ID ready. Luckily it’s a young pretty thing behind the bar, and she’s too busy checking me out to care if I’m underage.

Laney calls right as I’m paying, so I grin and park my ass on a stool.

“Having a good time, baby?”

She’d taken a short trip home for two days for her friend’s birthday.

Killed me to let her go and waste what few days we have of the summer together. We had one of those romantic airport send offs, making my girl giggle.

“Lachie. I miss you.”

I know instantly she’s drinking, and it brings a devious grin to my face.

One glass of wine is usually her limit.

I want to be there to see drunk Laney, to know how wild and reckless she becomes.

She fucked me in a bathroom, so I know her inner wild girl is delicious.

“Baby, you’re smashed.”

“I am!” she declares loudly. “God, I miss you. I want to climb all over your young, strong, hard body. I need you, Lachie.”

Fucking hell. Instant boner. I swallow a groan.

“Mouse,” I rasp low, “you wanna go into the bathroom and sort out all that need?” I need to bethere. I need to be the one to get her off.

“No, it’s not as good as when you do me.”

My head explodes and I groan this time when she laughs. “I turned you on, Lachie?”

“You fucking know you did. You have a good time with your girls, okay? But when you climb into bed tonight, you call me. You call me, Laney.”

“I’ll call you.”

Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.

Just as I’m about to grab my drink and head back to see if the guys have stopped pissing up each other’s trees, I literally bump into Riley, and steady her by holding the tops of her arms. Her eyes slit to silver orbs. I recognize when a chick is pissed off.

“Laney is the girlfriend then?”

“Don’t listen to private conversations.”

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