Page 100 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Why do you get to be bossy?” He smirks.

“Because my asshole boyfriend is tangled up in a fake engagement, that’s why I get to be bossy, so shut your trap.”

The look of happiness on his face has me smiling.

We share a kiss, but I push him away before he can get me going.

“You don’t kiss her, understand? Your slut mouth does not touch Sofia. It belongs only to me.”

“What about grinding and dry humping?” He teases and I punch his stomach before he grabs me and we land in a heap on the couch.

“Make sure she knows this too. And if she’s playing you, playing the long game, pretending she doesn’t have feelings for you, I’ll bury her myself.”

“Goddamn, Fierro.” He groans, biting my neck, and my hips drop onto his until we’re grinding our erections on each other.

Only I would sport wood for the guy with a noose around his neck, the guy who can’t introduce me to his family.

I hate that.

“It won’t always be this way,” he says against my skin as if he senses my thoughts.

“No, it won’t,” I vow. “Listen. I pushed you back then. For you to acknowledge me. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry, Maverick.” I start. It’s been on my mind for months. “I shouldn’t have expected you to be okay with how it was between us.”

“You should always expect from me, Sage. I was a dick last year, we know it. So fucking what I was into a guy for the first time. It’s not a big deal, I handled it wrong.”

I smirk and ruffle his hair, he groans and leans into me.

“This new you is scaring me. I’m 85% sure you’re a hot alien.”

“No alien can screw you as good as I can,” he boasts.

We’re not always going to be college guys. Soon Finn can live his own life and I intend to be a big part of it. But this situation sucks, and it’ll test my resolve. I’d be a selfish ass if I can’t stand by him so he can graduate.

“Get your shirt off, why did we even get dressed again?” He complains. I roll up to my knees, straddling his legs. His slut mouth is inviting.

“You want me?”

“Fucking always, Sage.”

I hum and he lunges for me again, this time using my hair to direct my mouth down to his when he growls. “Now tell me it back before I go insane.”

“I want you too, my tormentor. More than anything.”

“Finally.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, shut up, you hardly had to work to get me back, I’m a slut for you.”

“Aw, Damsel, you gonna put out for me?” He grins, rolling his hand up my bare stomach under my shirt. His body is made up of insanely good hard lines and grooves carved into his skin like he’s been sculpted from clay.

My mouth pools with moisture.

Of course, I’m gonna put out.

I always will.

I think I was made to notice life around me because of him.

We don’t speak for a long time after that, instead I lose myself in him and find myself in him too.

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