Misadventures with a Manny

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by Toni Aleo


  I jerk against her hand, a small moan leaving my lips as I watch her move her hand up and down my shaft. With her ass still in the air, her gaze meets mine as she runs her tongue along her lips. Shaking my head, I sigh deeply as I roughly say, “I can’t with you.”

  Her lips curve. “I haven’t even started.”

  “And I’m ready to blow.”

  I wish I could take a picture. I don’t ever want to forget this image.

  Her eyes deepen in color as she runs her tongue along the top of my cock. So slow it’s torture as she continues to move her hand up and down me. She teases me, making me crazy as her tongue swirls around the tip. When her eyes meet mine, though, her hand stills before she takes me slowly, and as I disappear into her mouth, I swear I’m falling hard for this woman.

  Hard.

  The question is, is she falling for me?

  Or has she been hurt so badly that I don’t even have a chance?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Vera

  I don’t think I can remember the last time I woke up with a man between my legs.

  Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever have.

  When we were younger, Simon and I didn’t wake up together. We had sex in the back of his truck or somewhere quick. Even when we were married, he wasn’t the kind to roll over and have to have me.

  But apparently, Lincoln is.

  Moving his tongue down my chest, he grips my hips as he trails kisses between his licks. I crashed last night from exhaustion and was slightly surprised he had stayed. When I woke with him between my legs, looking like a Greek god, I was completely flabbergasted. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am really excited about it, but I almost think I dreamed the whole thing.

  Because there is no way this is my reality.

  But as Lincoln’s fingers dig into my hips, his lips hovering over my aching center, there is no denying this.

  He is here.

  With me.

  And boy, does he want me.

  Closing my eyes, I widen my legs as he trails kisses down my thighs before running the tip of his tongue ever so slowly up my slit. A soft moan leaves my lips as he pushes my legs up and out so I’m completely open to him. Sliding his hands up under my ass, he holds me as he runs his nose along my wet lips, my whole body shaking in anticipation. His back flexes with each moment, and his shoulders are drool-worthy.

  I almost don’t understand how he is here with me, wanting me the way he does. But then his eyes cut to mine, and I swear, I’ve never felt so damn beautiful. I know that is pathetic and also a little unbelievable, but honestly, it’s true. Even when Simon would say I looked good, I never believed him. His eyes always told a different story, but with Lincoln, there is no denying it because his eyes promise it. His body screams it, and his kisses make me feel it deep in my soul. It’s such a weird feeling. Something so new, and if I’m honest, I like the way it makes me feel. A lot.

  But right now, all I can think about is his tongue deep inside me.

  Eagerly he licks me, sucking each lip into his mouth and biting softly before running his tongue up the center of me. When he squeezes my ass, my crack strains from his pull, but it feels damn good. His obsession with my ass only makes me wetter. I always thought it was massive, but he doesn’t see it that way, and of course, that makes me feel a certain kind of way.

  A scary way.

  Closing my eyes, I arch against his mouth as he sucks my clit into his lips, biting down softly. I’m lost in my pleasure, my moans coming out harsh and loud. Or at least I thought I was. He moves his hands from my ass, opening me up with one hand, and I gasp out when he presses his tongue to my clit. Then when he slides two fingers inside me, I’m crying out so loud, I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.

  “Fucking hell, you’re hot.”

  I’m thinking the same about him, but I can’t even speak. Taking the sheets in my hands, I squeeze them tightly as I cry out, my heart pounding so damn hard in my chest. He fucks me quickly with his fingers, and his tongue does just as quick work. My body tightens, my toes curl, and I feel like everything just explodes inside me.

  “Oh, Lincoln,” I cry out, so loud it echoes in my room.

  And all he does is chuckle.

  Gasping for breath as he moves between my legs, I look up at the ceiling, but all I see is spots. When I move my legs apart even more, he lowers himself on top of me and thrusts inside me. My legs wrap around his waist as he presses his mouth to mine softly. Drawing the kisses out, he pushes deeper, if possible, and everything inside me clenches up once more. He’s so big, fills me completely as his lips devour mine. Running my nails along his back, I tilt my hips, wanting him even deeper. Tearing his mouth from mine, he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as he keeps thrusting up inside me.

  God, he is glorious.

  Moving my hands up his back, I take him by the neck, threading my fingers into his hair. Capturing my mouth once more, he sweeps his tongue along mine, causing me to squeeze him with my thighs. Grinning against my lips, he kisses my bottom lip before pushing himself up and taking me by the back of the thigh. He looks down at me, and a smile pulls at my lips as he slowly moves out of me. His eyes are dark, swirling with desire, as he thrusts into me, hard, his arms straining as he grips my thighs. I’m in awe of him.

  Moving my hands down his body, I take him by his wrist as he starts to speed up. Each thrust takes my breath away, and I feel it everywhere. Soon I feel myself building toward another release. Pushing my legs back farther, I watch as he watches himself disappear inside me. It’s such a sight to see. When he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together, I let go. My release shakes my whole body as he slams into me, and I’m lost. His grip on my thighs is hard—I’m sure there will be a bruise later—but I can’t feel anything. When he lets out a yell of his own, jerking inside me, I arch up as I squeeze his wrist, his name falling off my lips once more.

  Lincoln stills as I take in a lungful of air. I’m shaking everywhere, my heart is pounding in my chest, and I swear I couldn’t move even if I wanted to try. My legs are burning, my pussy is achy, but that’s okay. Because when he lowers himself on top of me, taking my mouth with his once more, I feel utterly free.

  And I’m not sure what that means.

  “I’m still convinced the neighbors probably know you stayed the night.”

  Lincoln looks over at me in the passenger seat, a little grin pulling at his lips. His eyes are playful as he squeezes my hand.

  Yes. We are holding hands.

  Like people who date.

  I think we’re dating.

  “So? You’re an adult.”

  “Yes, I am,” I say dryly. “But I’m also newly divorced.”

  He makes a face. “Hardly new. It’s been like six months, right?”

  “Somewhere around there,” I say simply, but he’s already making a face. “But still, I hate when people talk.”

  “Ah, fuck ’em,” he says before bringing my hand up and kissing the back of it. “Do you care what they think?”

  “That I’m sleeping with my hot nanny? Yes, I do care.”

  He scoffs. “Well, just correct them that I’m the manny.”

  I roll my eyes. “Because that makes it so much better.”

  He wags his brows at me before sending me a wide grin. “Do you like sleeping with me?”

  I give his face a deadpan stare. “Well, duh.”

  “Well, I love sleeping with you, so I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

  A grin pulls at my lips as I watch the side of his face. “I don’t think anyone has ever said they love sleeping with me.”

  He gives me a look. “Because you haven’t been with a real man.”

  “Oh?”

  “Nope. Scumbags.”

  I smile. “I’ve only slept with Simon.”

  He shakes his head. “So depressing to waste all those years of fantastic hot sex on someone who didn’t appreciate you.”

  I’m breathless. “Fantastic? Hot?
My, you know how to make a girl blush.”

  He kisses my hand once more before turning the wheel as we stop on his street. While I had clothes and a toothbrush, he did not, and he wanted me to ride with him to go back to his house. I have nothing else to do, maybe some numbers I need to input for work, but he promised he’d rub my back while I do it later.

  I’m not one to turn down an incredible offer like that.

  But even with all that and the promise of great sex later, I am still a little worried about my neighbors possibly seeing Lincoln’s car this morning. I highly doubt they’d call Simon, but that would be my luck. I don’t want the boys to find out this way. Hell, I don’t want to tell them at all yet. We need to wait, but I’m unsure if Lincoln will accept that. If the last twenty-four hours showed me anything, it’s that Lincoln has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

  Not that I mind.

  I sort of like it.

  A-fucking-lot.

  Shaking my head at my school-girl feelings, I look up at his condo as we pull into his driveway. I won’t bring up my neighbors or anyone else again. He doesn’t seem to care, and I probably shouldn’t either. But I do. I just don’t want anyone in my business. Even if I don’t know what that business entails except for phenomenal sex. For one thing, I don’t want Simon getting in the middle of it and imploding my world any more than he already has.

  When Lincoln’s phone chimes again, I’m convinced it may be more annoying than my ex. It hasn’t stopped going off! Making a face, I glare at the phone. “Not to sound like a crazy person, but who the hell is texting you so much?”

  He scoffs. “It’s the kids I used to care for. We’re in a group text together.”

  “Oh,” I say, feeling a little stupid. I knew that, and I should appreciate that he still loves the kids, even though he doesn’t see them anymore. “That’s sweet.”

  “Yeah, I miss them a lot.” I can hear the yearning in his voice, but when he glances over at me, he smiles. “But I have to say, I’ve never been this happy.”

  My heart soars as we share a smile, and he shuts off the car. He kisses my hand once more before pushing the door open, and I do the same. Looking over at me across the top of the car, he glares. “Can you not wait?”

  I scoff. “No one does that anymore.”

  “I do,” he says simply, shutting the door. “So wait.”

  A grin pulls at my lips as we head to the house. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he unlocks the door before shutting it behind him. When he presses me into the door suddenly, I gaze up at him as he captures my jaw in his hand. “I want you.”

  I’m breathless once more. “Oh.”

  “Yeah, so take a shower with me?”

  His question is so out of the blue, I can’t help but laugh. “I just took one!”

  “So?” His eyes are blazing, the gray such a lovely light color as he threads his fingers with mine, pulling me to him as he holds my hand behind my back. “Just think, all wet and soapy. Fuck, I’m hard just imagining it.”

  I feel him hard against my gut as I gaze up into his eyes. He absolutely amazes me. Reaching between us, I take him in my hand through his jeans, sliding my hand up and down him. “I don’t think I can keep up with you.”

  His eyes darken. “Oh no, baby, it’s me keeping up with you.”

  My face breaks into a grin as he walks backward, pulling me with him to the stairs. Before we even get up one step, though, his mouth takes mine, and I cling to him. I may not know what we are doing or what we are, but I honestly don’t give two fucks at this point.

  I don’t want to be anywhere but with him.

  He turns me so my back faces the stairs and then slowly lowers me down and covers my body with his. Pressing his cock against my hot center, he growls at me, and I bite his lip. “I’m going to fuck you on every inch of my house.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  But before he can take my lips, someone knocks on the door. We pause, his eyes locking with mine. Shrugging when we don’t hear anything else again, he covers my mouth with his. Then we hear, “Lincoln!”

  My eyes widen.

  It’s Phillip.

  He looks down at me, his eyes mirroring mine as I scramble underneath him, trying to get up from the stairs. When my head comes down hard on his knee, he winces as he covers my mouth with his hand to keep me from screaming out. My eyes plead with his, but he just shakes his head. “He won’t come in,” he whispers, but even I know that’s not true.

  When I hear the doorknob shaking like someone is putting a key in, I smack his hand away, and I take off up the stairs. I really don’t want to face my brother–in-law when I am dripping in afterglow from amazing sex with his best friend.

  Riana can know, but I am not ready to tell Phillip.

  “Hey,” I hear Lincoln say.

  Phillip makes a noise of contempt. “I knocked.”

  “I know. I was coming.”

  Silence. I’m unsure what is happening, but then Phillip says, “I wanted to come by to let you know why my wife kicked me out of the house today.”

  My eyes widen. That’s not good.

  “What? What did you do?” asks Lincoln.

  “Oh, I did nothing. You did.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “Huh? What the hell did I do?”

  Phillip laughs. “The one thing I told you not to do.”

  I cover my mouth because I’m pretty sure I know what that is.

  But Lincoln continues to play dumb. “What?”

  “Sleep with my sister-in-law.”

  Well. Crap.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lincoln

  Phillip is not happy with me.

  I’m pretty sure he wants to hit me.

  “Um—”

  “Don’t um m—” He pauses when something moves up stairs. Looking at me with narrowed eyes, he shakes his head. “Hey there, Vera.”

  I bite into my lip, kind of hoping she plays dumb, but no such luck. “Hey, Phillip.”

  I can hear the embarrassment in her voice, and I almost want to say something, but I’m pretty sure if I do, he’ll deck me.

  I am the one who fucked up.

  He nods his head in such a stoic and scary way. “Let’s go outside.”

  “Outside?”

  “Yeah, it’s the space on the other side of the door.”

  I give him a deadpan look, but he just glares.

  “Fine.”

  He pulls the door open, and I look up the stairs, where Vera is looking down at me, her eyes wide. “I’ll be back.” She only nods, and I send her a grin. “It’s fine.”

  “It doesn’t sound like it is.”

  “It isn’t,” Phillip says then, and I inhale audibly, which results in him cutting me one hell of a look.

  He is going to kick my ass.

  Following behind him, I shut the door before readjusting my pants. Even with the thoughts of my best friend beating my ass, I can’t stop thinking of Vera’s wanton body against mine. Last night had been one of the best. We just fit, and while I know it’s a little early and jumping the gun, my feelings for her do nothing but continue to grow.

  When he stops at my driveway, his car behind mine, I tuck my hands into my pockets. I know he is about to tell me off, and I deserve it, but surely when I tell him how I feel, he’ll back off.

  Won’t he?

  “Listen, I’m sorry for breaking my promise to you, but this thing between us just clicks, dude, and—”

  “Are you a fucking idiot?” He throws his hands up.

  “Dude—”

  “No, listen to me,” he says, coming closer to me, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard it go. “When I said that I was worried about her and her issues, that is true, but my concerns are mostly about you.”

  My brows pull together. “Huh?”

  “Dude, you understand that this would never work, right?”

  I think otherwise, but instead of saying that,
I say, “I never said—”

  “No, okay?” He’s shaking his head. “Don’t try to play dumb with me. Riana is on to you.”

  I laugh, but when he doesn’t join in, I press my lips together. “On to me?”

  “Yeah, she says that you are feeling Vera more than just fucking around with her. She just wanted this to be a fuck, but now she regrets that because we both know this isn’t good.”

  I’m a bit dumbfounded. “Riana wanted us to fuck? And how do you know that?”

  “Riana told Vera to fuck you, but then when Vera did, she freaked out because she felt something for you.”

  That made me smile a little too big. “Oh, really?”

  “Dude!”

  I shrug. “What? What’s so wrong with that? Am I not worthy of her love?”

  He glares. “This isn’t funny, man. Honestly.”

  His words are tight, and he has such a pained look on his face. Giving him a look, I ask, “What is the big deal? We’re both adults, and we like each other. I don’t see why it’s—”

  “The big deal is she just got out of a fifteen-year relationship, Linc. She’s thirty-one years old. Her boys will be out of the house before you know it.”

  I’m confused. “Why does any of that matter—”

  “You want kids.” He says it with so much emotion behind those three words that my heart stops. “You want the wife, the kids, and the dog, for crying out loud. Do you really think she’ll want to start over? Think about that, Lincoln, seriously. She comes with all the baggage known to man. Asshole ex, kids with emotional issues, and she works all the damn time.”

  “I can handle that fuckface, Simon, and the boys are amazing. She works, but she is also doing everything she can to make time for her family.”

 

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