Page 143 of Manhattan Secret

It’s not just the passion that struck like an arrow.

We should never have fallen for each other, and not across the divide of moralities.

But we did.

And we’d do it over and over.

In every manifestation of life.

We’d harbor every secret between us just to feed the monster of our love, snarling to be with each other.

Halfway down the block, I crouch. “Climb on, mouse.”

She giggles, clambering onto my back; pussy and tits against my spine, hands wrapped around my neck.

Have to get my drunk girl to Theo’s before he realizes we are missing and guesses what we’re up to.

“Giddy-up, Lachie!”

I jostle to hear her laughing. “I’m about to show you how much giddy-fucking-up your husband’s got. Think you can handle it?”

Her smoky… slightly tipsy voice brushing right next to my ear has a direct line to my dick and it hardens before we’ve even got through Theo’s yard gate. We might not even make it inside, but he has that big swing seat out back I won’t mind doing my Laney on that—fuck, yeah, doubled over taking it.

I put that as plan B.

“I’ve always been able to take you, Lachlan.” She boasts.

My shy mouse no more.

And isn’t that just the truth.

She took all my cocksure teen ego and she brought me to heel under her gentle hands.

Loving me.

Making me.

Probably keeping me out of jail.

I have a lot to be grateful for with my sexy little secret.

I’ll start with peeling her out of her panties.

It’s the Fierro way—mine at least.

We started with forbidden, why stop now?

The End