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Runaway - Chapter Twenty Four.
Well, folks. The end of the story is here. Thank you so, so much for being such a wonderful, engaging audience. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it! Right, let’s say bye bye to the little family, shall we?
Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three
Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed
Words - 2,231
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
Tumbling bliss, hot caresses to her neck, his weight on top of her as his long, thick cock arrowed her deeply, her hands sliding down his back as her thighs tensed against him, his mouth pressing to hers in a searing kiss. “Mmm, I love you.”
“Love you, too.” More kisses followed this, Hannah feeling her heart bloom. Finally, she had everything she wanted, all under one roof. It had all arrived with her so fluidly, too. No fuss, no drama, just the swift enabling for Manny to exit his old life and move on with her. She’d awoken at several points in the night, around Lola’s stirring with her sore gums from teething, wondering if she was dreaming, reaching out for Manny.
“I’m still here.” he’d comically grumbled into the pillows, before wrapping her in his arms as they’d mostly cat napped around their daughter’s squealing. They at least had twenty seconds to catch their breath after their morning sex session before she started up again.
“Is that better, tiny girl?”
Hannah snorted with laughter as Manny brought Lola into the bed, who was gumming on a carrot. “Why have you given her that?”
“Because her teething rings weren’t in the fridge, so I put ‘em in there and gave her this for now. Nice and cold, huh bubs?” Lola was very content, grinning as she drooled all over herself, beginning to giggle with delight as her daddy pulled ridiculous faces at her, those shrieking giggles of joy making her parents laugh hard.
“Is your daddy silly, little sweet? Is he?” Hannah cooed, Lola bringing the carrot back to her mouth, the cold vegetable relieving her sore gums, gurgling happily. With her mouth beginning to calm down, she began to nod, Hannah taking the carrot away, Manny resting her down between them as she drifted off again.
“How’d we get so lucky to be here, huh?” His fond words made her beam, kissing his palm when he reached to stroke her cheek.
“I think we’re owed it, something going our way, finding a path back to one another.” Her eyes were adoring as they found his, Manny’s hand moving to stroke circles at her neck.
“Do me one thing?”
“What?” she asked.
“Never stop looking at me like that, not even for a second.” She leaned to kiss him, rubbing her nose against his softly.
“Never,” she promised. “Well, unless you irritate me, then you get the mean eyebrows.” He laughed at her playful scowl, kissing her again.
“I still can’t believe it, that she was the one to call time on it,” he began, echoing back to the events of the previous night. “Well, actually I guess I can. If I’m honest, I had noticed her becoming a little distant with me. I guess she was working it all out in her head for a while, whether she really wanted to stay with me or not, and because of what I was heading into with you, I just didn’t realise fully to what extent. I still feel bad about it all. Regardless of everything to do with Lola, I shouldn’t have cheated on her. I ain’t ever done that to a girl before, I’m not that way inclined.”
Hannah nodded, understanding where he was coming from. She’d never, ever resorted to using Carmen’s own failings to justify hers, and she wasn’t about to start. Not one of them had behaved faultlessly in all of this. “Accepting our blame in this is growth, I suppose, no matter who walked out on who in the end, or why they did. Did she mention anything in her note about the wedding cancelling, if she’s doing it? If she isn’t, I can help you with that, if you like?”
He smiled, grateful of her offer. “I dunno, darlin’. I guess I should probably call her and check. I wanna see if she’s alright too, you know?”
She could understand that; it was very indicative of his nature, regardless of the obvious. “Alright, no problem. So, do you just want to hang out and chill today? I don’t have any plans, I made myself completely available in the event of everything going poorly with Carmen, in case you needed a port in the storm.”
“You wanna head out to eat? See how much of a mess the small person gets into with her mush?” Lola had just turned six months old, meaning that solid foods could be introduced. Mostly, she liked to introduce them to her parents, as they’d learned if they didn’t hold onto the bowl of baby food before her, Lola picking it up and launching it through the air, or upending it onto her head, all while laughing with glee.
“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” Hannah agreed, getting up and beginning to gather the laundry, Manny grabbing Lola and going to get her breakfast while the bed linen was stripped. After heading down to the basement laundry room and throwing all of the clothes and linen in, she arrived back to see Manny feeding a reluctant Lola, who persisted in turning her head, fussing over her food.
“Oh come on, you liked this one!” he spoke, offering the spoon forth once more. Nope. “It’s strawberry oatmeal, it’s good stuff.” He took the mouthful himself, raising his eyebrow. “Yeah, bubs. If you don’t want it, imma eat it all.” At seeing him take a second spoonful, Lola suddenly decided that she did indeed want it, her mouth dropping open after making a little noise of complaint.
“I think you just found the way to make her eat when she doesn’t want to, pretend like you’re going to eat it all,” Hannah noted, moving into the kitchen. “You want a bagel?”
“Please,” he confirmed, cleaning off Lola’s gooey chin with the spoon. God, the simplicity of it. There he was, with his girl and his baby, enjoying a quiet Sunday morning, nothing niggling at the back of his mind, no cloud hanging over him. He was free to be what he wanted to be. All theirs.
The smile didn’t leave his face all day.
“Imma call my mom and ask her to look after Lola for a few hours tonight,” he spoke later that afternoon, after they’d finished lunch at the small, casual restaurant they’d visited. “I wanna take you out someplace, just us.”
Hannah reached for his hand, leaning to kiss him. “That’d be great, where are going?”
He smiled, thumbs stroking her hands. “It’s a surprise.” It shouldn’t have been really, when at 7pm that evening, they pulled up outside the Locust and Fly. Right where they’d begun.
“Well, no one can accuse you of not being sentimental,” she spoke, climbing from his bike, remembering it all so clearly in her mind, standing there fifteen and a half months earlier in her wedding dress, picking pins from her hair.
Looking at the bar and then back at her, he winked. “Where’s a better place to continue than going back to where we began, huh?” She couldn’t agree more, taking his hand before they headed through the door. This time, of course, no one offered them congratulations on a marriage they hadn’t actually entered. Getting married was perhaps the furthest thing from their minds, and continued to be too, as the months together passed by. They wouldn’t get to at any point soon either, as it turned out.
They’d been together for eighteen months when Hannah received the phone call that was to change their lives forever, Bishop’s voice down the line strained as he delivered the news.
“Sweetheart, you need to get to the hospital. It’s Manny, he’s been shot.”
Two in the chest, one in his hip and one in the stomach. How he’d hung on until reaching the hospital, nobody knew. How he’d survived the surgery, crashing twice as the doctors worked tirelessly to save him, nobody knew. It was even more miraculous that Hannah hadn’t gone into early labour with their second daughter from the stress of it, six months pregnant at the time, out of her mind with worry for the seven hours he’d spent on the operating table.
Nobody saw the result of what had happened to him coming, either.
“I can’t do it anymore, darlin’,” he revealed to Hannah, when he was awake and able to breathe on his own, his weak lungs burning with effort after the surgery to repair them. It took her a moment, to realise what he meant. “I can’t risk it, this possibly happening again. I love my brothers, I love my club, but I love you and our girls more. One ain’t even here yet, and she very nearly didn’t get to meet her daddy.”
After months of painful, slow recovery, his decision was definitely made. The brush with death was simply too close for comfort for him. His brother’s understood, his decision to leave the Mayan’s behind more than amicable. It would never be anything less, since the bullets he’d taken had been because he’d stood in front of his president, saving Bishop’s life.
“We’re good, Manny. We always will be. Just you come back and see us, you’re always welcome here.” he’d vouched, Manny taking off his kutte at the table and hugging each man who sat at it in turn, walking away from it, knowing exactly where his next destination was.
Home.
Manny, Hannah, Lola and baby Rosie, named after her much missed great-grandmother, who had passed away the year before, moved into Blackstone Ranch six months after the shooting, Ed quietly thrilled to have his family there with him, after months of insisting he was fine on his own after his darling Rosita had departed, not wanting his family to worry. “We need to make him feel like he’s doing us a favour, and not the other way around.” Hannah had spoken before Manny had approached him with the idea, her other half agreeing such was best.
They all knew, though, that they were helping each other.
“Come on, Hannah banana,” Manny called, leading out Ace to her, who since moving in had truly become her horse, Ed seeing how joyful she was whenever sat upon his back and gifting him to her. “Get that coffee drank quick, we got cattle to go drive in.”
It was five thirty in the morning, and their children slept on, their live-in nanny Beverly on duty while the adults of the house set about their work. Hannah’s accounting business was still in existence, covering small businesses in and around her new home of La Paz County, as well as further afield with some of her old clients, but mostly her work consisted of helping with the horses while Manny and his grandfather saw to the cattle side of the ranch. Where bringing them in was concerned, though, she could never resist climbing aboard Ace and offering her help.
“Alright, alright. Cool your jets.” Taking a final swig, she set the mug down next to the mounting block, climbing up the steps before jumping aboard her horse, giving him a good scratch on the neck while Manny returned to fetch Lyra, the last offspring of his beloved Midnight, the mare a little too old now to be ridden out for longer periods of time, her six-year-old now his daily four legged transport. “I can’t get over how much she looks like Midnight. Even down to her mane.”
Manny looked down at Lyra, patting her neck before gathering her reins up. “Yeah, don’t she? Ain’t quite as well behaved yet, but imma give her time. Just like Rosie and her sleeping through the damned night. I can’t wait until she starts following her sister.”
The baby had kept them both awake multiple times the following night, of course still requiring regular feeding throughout. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to us having to virtually drag her out of bed, too.” she laughed, thinking of how now at two and a half, Lola loved to sleep. It was no irregular occurrence, to find her returned to her bed after she’d eaten breakfast. She never, ever fought against taking a nap. Neither did her mom and dad when the opportunity presented itself around their full-time work and raising her and her sister.
Ed, Raymond, Ned and Simon all waited for them over by the paddock gate aboard their own steeds, the six riding off as the sun began to break over the horizon. Red and orange burst through the dark ink of the early morning, warming the Arizonan terrain with golden orange, Hannah turning to Manny and smiling.
“That’s a big smile you got for me there, mamas,” he observed. “Whatcha thinking about?”
“I was feeling thankful,” she began, reaching for his hand after gathering the reins in her other. “Thankful that just under three and a half years ago, you decided to ride down All Saints Boulevard.”
“And found you, running in your wedding dress through the traffic, huh?” he laughed, squeezing her fingers in his. “Think I can ever talk you into putting on another again?”
As she watched the sun begin to full rise, gilding his handsome face, her smile widened, winking at him. “Maybe. But if we don’t, then this is enough for me. You’re enough for me just as you are.”
That was good enough for him.
The End.
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Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)
Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.
Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family
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If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.
Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.
Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"
Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."
"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.
"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."
She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.
Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.
"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.
With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"
"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."
"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"
"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.
He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."
His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."
"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"
"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."
"My lil hustler."
"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."
"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"
"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.
Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."
She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."
He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."
There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.
Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."
He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."
With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"
"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."
"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.
Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"
"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.
"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."
She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.
"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"
Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."
"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."
"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."
Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.
Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.
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Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.
He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.
He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.
Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.
He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.
The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.
Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.
'show me somethin' to think about...'
He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.
He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.
'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'
Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.
This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.
He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.
A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."
Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.
He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'
Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.
Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.
He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.
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She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.
Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.
"Hey mama."
She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.
"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.
He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.
"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.
"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.
She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"
Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."
"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.
"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.
"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.
He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.
With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"
Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."
Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.
He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.
For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.
Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.
"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.
She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."
Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.
"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.
His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.
She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.
Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.
He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.
Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.
"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.
He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.
She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"
Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.
When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.
It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.
"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"
"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.
She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."
"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.
"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.
Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.
Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.
"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.
Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."
Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.
"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."
After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."
His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.
"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.
It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."
Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"
With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.
"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."
Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"
Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."
"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."
He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.
They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.
With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."
Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."
"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.
Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."
She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.
Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."
It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."
"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.
Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"
There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"
She nodded.
His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"
"Almost three months ago."
"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."
"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"
All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"
With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."
Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.
"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.
He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"
She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."
"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.
Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."
How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"
Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.
Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"
All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.
That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."
Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.
Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."
Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "
~~~
What time is it?"
Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.
"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.
Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."
She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."
He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T
hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."
With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"
"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.
"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."
With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."
"Wanna come?"
"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.
Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"
"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."
He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.
Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.
When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.
~~~
Part Two is now available!!
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So F***in Sweet
Manny finally arrives to make good on his post-work plans with his wife — but she’s got a little teasing to do first.
(Part 1 of this: Yoga and Coffee on a Quiet Morning w/ Manny • Part 2 of this: On His Way)
Manny got home about 11:30, stepping quietly through the house to ensure Bella stayed asleep for them.
The light glowing onto the wood-floored hallway beneath the door of he and his wife’s bedroom and hint of marijuana smoke he smelled as he approached made his lips curl up in anticipation of the scene that awaited him on the other side.
He slowly shrugged his kutte off, folding and draping it over his forearm before reaching for the doorknob.
The slightest peek at his perfect front teeth couldn’t help but reveal itself when he caught sight of her.
A mint blue silk robe covered her arms and torso, one of his bongs nestled between her strong bare thighs. Her big mane of curls was freshly coiffed, still lightly streaked with subtle summer highlights though it was now deep into fall. Her brows were brushed up bushily, face clean of makeup and dewy from recently moisturizing.
He loved her like this and she knew it.
“Oh you think you funny, huh?” Manny’s strong voice stayed soft.
His wife tried not to smile the same way he was, pushing the joy that teasing her stoic biker husband brought her into a pinched sideways smirk as he stalked closer, setting his kutte down at the foot of the bed.
“You want one?” she lifted up the pipe, keeping her bright eyes on the surprisedly thrown off expression in his own dark, gorgeously set pair.
He ignored the invitation, coming to stand right in front of where she was seated on the bed. His jaw clenched before a low utterance gritted from between his mustached lips.
“I know I told you to be naked.”
His wife glanced up in wide-eyed apology, placing her lips around the bong, lighting it and sucking in the hit she’d set up as she continued to coyly feign a plea of forgiveness. Manny watched her blow the smoke to the side before setting the pipe on her nightstand and raising up on her knees to place her hands on his shoulders.
“I know you did. But I needed a bath after your call got me turned on and then I got myself a little… sticky.”
Manny couldn’t help but offer a bit more generous smile at that. “Mmm…” he nodded once.
His wife ran her fingers down the edge of the robe, opening it slightly when she reached her breast so Manny could see what she’d layered underneath it: a one-piece lace teddy in the same light greenish-blue shade.
“This was hanging in the closet waiting to be put on for this first time and I couldn’t resist,” she said, her lips inches from his, eyes maintaining her innocence.
“Right…” Manny brought a hand up to swipe two fingers inside one of the cups of the lingerie’s bra. “And it had to be a color that makes your skin glow like this, didn’t it?”
His wife giggled playfully in response, her chin lifting slightly and eyes squinting victoriously at how easily she could get him to soften.
Manny didn’t let her gloat for long, ripping the robe down off of her shoulders and inhaling her flowery scent as her small frame shook closer to him with the force of his movement.
“You always gotta look so fuckin sweet,” he growled against her lips.
She drew her hands up his neck and scratched into the short hair at the back of his head, humming softly. She could feel his tempered frustration pulsing just below the surface.
Manny inhaled steadily — bracing them both for what was about to follow — as his fingertips circled the apple of one of her naturally rose-blushed cheeks. The look in his eyes turned from patient to commanding.
“Now, this is the last time I’m gonna tell you, amorcita…”
His touch ran slowly from her face down her chest and stomach, stopping at her lace-covered slit. With a slightly vengeful pursing of his lips, he pulled his hand back to slap directly against her clit.
“Quitatela para papi.”
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The Wager
Mayans MC Masterlist
Based on this post by @darklydeliciousdesires
Contains: Fluff, consent and negotiation, smut (oral sex, F receiving, fingering, P in V, MFM threesome, aftercare.)
5.8K words
Angel and Manny have a bet, you get to be the one decide who wins.
"You eat ice cream like a child, look at your face Angel." You took your serviette and wiped his face, "and you, I expected better for you Emmanuel."
Manny shook his head, "what, ice cream is good, if you don't get your face all wet, you haven't done a good enough job."
Angel chuckled, "he's right you know, messy is best."
You shook your head, "and now we're not talking about ice cream, I can't take either of you anywhere." The three of you had been back and forth like this for weeks, sometimes, it felt like friendly ribbing, other times, it felt like an invitation.
"Are we wrong?" The smugness in Manny's voice was painful.
"I bet you say that to all the girls and when it comes to it you're whining after five minutes."
They looked at each other, "you wanna see for yourself corazón?"
You glared at Angel, "no, I do not, now finish your ice cream."
****
"Where's y/n?" Manny looked around the room, expecting to see you at the bar nursing a beer.
"On a date, she said he seems nice." Angel didn't sound impressed, "we still have a score to settle man."
Manny huffed, "no, we don't. I'm pretty sure the noise from my dorm last night made it clear that I'm the better man."
Angel shook his head, "bullshit, she's been into you since you arrived, how do you know she wasn't faking."
Manny chuckled, "oh, trust me, she wasn't faking." Something from the corner of his eye pulled his attention away, "looks like the date went south."
Angel took in your pissed off expression as you walked over to the bar and took a beer off one of the girls, "yeah, it looks that way." He waved you over and you headed towards them, plonking yourself on the chair with a huff.
"How did it go?" Manny's tone was friendly.
You sighed, "it was shit, I'm never going on another date again."
"Oh no, what happened?" Angel was the one being smug this time.
"We ordered, the conversation went to the bill, one thing led to another and he went on and on about how he doesn't go down because only weak and submissive men do that. I never even brought up sex."
Manny huffed, "bullshit, I mean.."
You cut him off, "I don't want to hear it dude, just let me wallow in my misery for the night."
Manny raised his hands with a slight smile, "alright, I'm not going to say a thing." You wished you could believe him, but how he and Angel looked at each other made you think differently.
****
They approached you the next day when you can by the metal yard to drop something off, the way they were acting had you very suspicious, "what? What the fuck do to two of you have planned?"
Angel smiled, "we have a.." He thought for a minute, "a small rivalry between and we think we could settle it."
"Yeah, and it would also solve your man problem." Manny had his head tilted at that angle that showed off his perfect face and it was making you kinda mad.
You exhaled, "let's hear it, you won't shut up otherwise."
Manny smiled, "we have a bet going on who's better in bed and we can't find a winner, you can't find a winner full stop, I suggest we help each other."
You crossed your arms over your chest, "and how will that work, if you need me to settle a bet then we need rules and it needs to be fair."
Angel smiled, "you get comfortable and we handle the rest."
You shook your head, "no, because whoever loses will blame it on which turn they had, or the other guy sabotaging it."
They looked at each other, still determined, "fine, then we take turns on different days." Manny seemed so sure of himself.
"Then the loser will accuse the winner of cheating." You were half hoping one of them would come up with a solution.
"That's an easy fix, the other guy watches." Angel said it like he was talking about baking a cake, and you were sure now that they had planned every single detail.
"No, as much as I think it would be fun, I don't want things to turn bad between any of us. I like you guys, you're my friends, and I don't want to ruin our friendship or worse, drive a wedge between you two. So no, you're going to have to find someone else to settle your bet."
You went to walk away but Manny stopped you, "we had a feeling you'd say that but we've already talked about it and agreed that if shit gets weird, we'll stop. We want to do it for you and we promise, it won't have any impact on our friendship."
You sighed, "my place, how does Saturday sound?"
Angel smiled so wide his face must have hurt, "Saturday's great, we'll bring the food."
You blinked, "wow, you're going to feed me too, I am one lucky woman."
Manny leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, "oh, we're going to do more than feed you."
****
"Shoes please boys, Manny already gets a point for not needing to be asked."
Angel kicked his shoes off with a huffed, "I brought your favourite dessert, do I get a point for that?"
"Sure, but it's a pity point that doesn't bode well for you."
Manny was far smugger than first impressions let on, "I think this is going to go my way."
You tried to take the food from them but they stopped you, "nope, Querida, this is all about you. We can get the food, we know where your plates are."
You sat at the table about waited, it didn't take more than a few minutes for them to return from the kitchen with everything ready to go, "who's going first?"
Angel raised his hand, "I am."
You nodded, "and why is that?"
He smiled, "I'm older by three months."
"Yeah, he's got to go home early and have his prune juice before he goes to bed."
"Be nice, or I'll take your point away from you Mister."
He chuckled, "sorry, it doesn't matter, I get to go last so I'm fresh in your mind when you make your choice, Angel's at a real disadvantage."
"Nah, you'll have to measure up to me, you're the one at a disadvantage."
You sighed, "fighting will also lose you points, be good or I'm going to enjoy my meal then have fun all by myself."
Manny's eyebrows wrinkled, "how does this point system work anyway, it seems pretty arbitrary."
You smiled, "that's for me to know and you to find out."
****
You were all sitting on the couch watching TV after dinner, trying to figure out where to start.
"So, these are my thoughts about it. I want you both to stay the night, my bed is big enough for all three of us, I want to kiss, and condoms are mandatory."
They were smiling from ear to ear, then Angel's hand was on your thigh, "would you like to go to your bedroom?" You stood up and held your hands out for them to hold then led them into the bedroom.
You pointed to a chair in the corner, "well, that's your spot Manny, we should get to it."
Manny shook his head, "we realised that sitting and watching from a distance would give me an unfair advantage and you said it yourself, the bed is big enough for all three of us."
"How is you sitting on the bed any different?"
Angel stepped closer, his hand coming up to hold our waist, "we've agreed between ourselves that there's nothing wrong with the other guy lending a helping hand, a kiss here and there isn't going to change the results."
"Oh boy. Ok, we're doing this." You looked up at Angel and he closed the distance while Manny came behind you.
One of Angel's hands held your waist while the other came to stroke your cheek, "can I kiss you?"
You swallowed, "yes, yes you can kiss me, both of you can." Angel's lips were brushing yours before you could say more, it was soft, close to teasing, he finally sealed his lips to yours when Manny's found your neck.
You went to unbutton your top but Manny reached around your body and stopped you, taking your hands in his and rubbing them, "hey, let us do that." He dropped your hands and picked up where you left off, Angel breaking the kiss to look at your body as Manny's hands revealed it.
Angel's silence had you worried, "are you disappointed?"
He blinked, "fuck no, I just waiting to wake up from this wet dream."
Manny chuckled behind you, "he's right you know, you are perfect." You fought the urge to hide your face as you turned your head and pulled Manny into a kiss while Angel started to press his lips down your body. Your jeans went next, Angel kissing over every inch of skin he could reach. Manny pulled your head to the side with one hand so he could return his lips to your neck while the other undid your bra.
When Manny went to get his hand on your breast, Angel slapped his hand away, "wait your turn bro, we agreed to help each other not join in."
You giggled, "isn't that the same thing?" You reached out and started on Angel's top, removing it then going his jeans, "you too please, I'm feeling a little underdressed." Manny rushed to get naked and you barely had time to appreciate his lean muscle before Angel demanded your attention.
Angel huffed and pulled your panties off then pointed to the bed, "I have a bet to win, go get comfortable." Manny followed you, lying on his side as you settled on your back, and you could see his hard cock tenting his tight black boxers.
"You never answered by question." They looked at each other a chuckled but never followed up.
Manny's hand found your cheek as he pulled your attention away from Angel, "you're still talking, if this was my turn you'd already be begging."
"Begging? Don't worry corazón you won't need to beg me for anything, hell, I'll beg you for it." Angel was lifting your legs over his shoulders slowly and by the look on his face, something was about to happen.
You bit Manny's lip and waved your hand towards Angel, "I don't have a comment about that but I do find begging undignified, you couldn't get me to beg if you tried, either of you."
There was a charge in the air after you said that and you could feel the unspoken agreement they made between themselves. Angel's hand ran over the tops of your thighs, "you ready? You can tell me to stop at any time."
You nodded, "go for it."
Angel smiled, "I'm going to have so much fun." Manny took your face in his hands as Angel's tongue went from your entrance to your clit in one long, broad stroke and swallowed your gasp.
You felt Angel replace his tongue with his thumb as he lifted his head, "she tastes amazing, you say the word corazón and I'll kick him out and I'll have you all to myself."
Before you could respond, his mouth was back on you as you wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, "oh my God."
Manny chuckled, "that good ay, or have you just never had a man give you what you deserve?" You flopped your head onto the pillow and relaxed into the mattress as Angel slid two of the long, thick fingers inside you and Manny's hand brushed your skin.
"I can't talk right now." You couldn't decide what felt better, Angel's chuckle or his fingertips on your G-spot.
"That's alright, Angel might be hopeless but I don't think he's so hopeless that you need to give him detailed instructions. Me? You won't need to tell me a thing, I'm just that good."
There was another chuckle from Angel but he didn't move to say anything. You beckoned Manny for another kiss and he smiled against your lips as you got closer, "she's close bro, you better make the most of it because the way I see it, you're already losing."
Angel wrapped one of his substantial arms around your legs and pulled your body as close to his mouth as he could, you barely had time to warn him before you were arching off the bed and contracting around his fingers.
Manny swallowed your moans like he was starving and Angel showed no signs of letting as his fingers worked you open. Manny smiled as your legs started to twitch when you started climbing again, "and you're a twitcher, you are spoiling us."
"Oh fuck you Emmanuel, you are a smug…" Angel didn't like that he didn't have your undivided attention and was intent on fixing that, he did something with his tongue that had your vision whiting out as you flew headlong off the cliff.
"That's two, you think he can get another one out of you." You struggled to answer and Angel lifted his head without removing his fingers, in fact, he doubled his efforts.
"What do you need pretty girl?" Angel's tone was soft while Manny touched you gently and you couldn't tell whether he was trying to steal your words or help you find them.
"Whatever you want."
He smiled, "alright then." His head dropped back and he seemed determined to prove a point. You reached towards Manny and ran your hand down his hard chest and tried to slide it into his boxers but he stopped you.
"Another time Querida, this is about you." His hand moved to your face as you felt another orgasm arise. He looked into your eyes as you came, a small smile gracing his face, "there you go, he's doing a pretty good job, isn't he?"
You nodded, trying to stammer out a reply, "I feel empty."
Manny looked at Angel, his face full of mischief, "yeah Angel, she feels empty. Are you going to do something about that or are you going to leave it to someone who knows what they're doing?"
Angel dropped your legs off his shoulders and kissed his way up your body to your mouth, the kiss deep and full of passion as he pressed his lips to yours, "where are the condoms?"
"Top drawer." Angel reached across while you turned your head and kissed Manny, his moan filling you with warmth.
"You do taste good." The sudden realisation that Manny could taste you off your lips from Angel's kiss had you desperate for more.
Angel tearing open the condom box pulled your attention away, tapping his leg with your foot as he went to open the packet with his teeth. "Let me do it." You took it off him and opened it as he dropped his boxers, "oh, ok then."
Angel smiled, "don't worry, I'll go slow." His breath caught in his throat as you rolled the condom down his shaft. He crawled on top of you have hovered over you, waiting for you to give consent.
"Please."
Manny snorted, "you gonna deny her man?"
Angel shook his head as he lifted your legs over his waist, "hell no." He ran his cock up and down your slit and you turned to Manny with imploring eyes, hoping that Angel might stir to action if he didn't have your attention.
"He's being me……" You couldn't finish your sentence as Angel slid slowly inside you pausing to let you adjust to his ample size. Manny rushed to remove his boxers and his hand wrapped around his cock, "I feel like I'm neglecting you."
He kissed you again, then Angel gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your lips to his, millimetres away from kissing you, "I keep saying this is about you. If you keep this up I'll make sure you're sorry."
He closed the distance and you were too busy enjoying Angel's lips on yours to reply and Angel started to rock his hips slowly, his moan filling the air as he pulled back, "shit mano, you are really in for it, it's like the wettest warmest hug….fucken hell."
"Hey man, if you can't last I'm not going to judge you, she's something else and I haven't even gotten to touch her yet." You whimpered as Angel brushed your G-spot and Angel turned to Manny with a hard look on his face.
"You don't stand a fucking chance bro." He grunted and shifted his weight onto one forearm so he could reach down between you and rub your clit.
"Angel, I…" He pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin.
"I know, I can feel you squeezing me. You can let go, I'm here." You were powerless to resist and Angel buried his face in your neck while Manny captured your lips with his.
This was one slow, the warmth spread from your core and up your spine and filled your body with pleasure. Angel chuckled and hurried his hips, ramming himself inside you while you tried to twitch away, "don't run Querida, he just wants to make you feel good."
You gasped as Angel doubled his efforts, pushing you over the edge one last time before you felt him pulse inside you. Manny grunted and you turned your head just in time to see him reach bliss before Angel's weight fell on you as he caught his breath.
"That was really good."
Manny chuckled, his voice slow, "just really good?"
Angell chuckled and rolled off you, pulling off the condom and dropping it into the wastebasket before going to get up, "I'm just going to get something for the mess, you guys wait here."
Manny waved his hand and stood up, "let me do it, you guys stay here." Manny walked towards the bathroom and you rest your head on Angel's chest while you waited.
"Did you have fun?"
You sighed, "I did." Manny returned and threw the towel at Angel who took his time to clean up the mess he made, chuckling as you flinched away from him. "Sorry corazón."
Manny settled in next to you and ran his hand up and down your arm while Angel got rid of the cloth before taking his place on the other side. "Did everyone have fun?"
Angel huffed, "shouldn't we be asking you that?"
You shook your head, "I feel like I should have done more."
Manny chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I told you to stop that, you are fast on track to getting your ass spanked before we do anything together."
You turned to Angel who raised his eyebrows, "I agree with him corazón." You sighed and rolled onto your side facing Angel while Manny pressed his chest to your back and Angel pulled you into his arms.
"Goodnight gentlemen."
Manny's lips press to your shoulder while Angel's pressed to your forehead, "goodnight y/n."
****
"Morning." You rubbed your face and sat up then felt two sets of hands running up and down your back.
You kissed both of them, Angel then Manny and then got up, "who wants pancakes?"
They both smiled, "I'll take that as a yes, there are spare stuff in the bathroom, I'll get the food ready while you two start the day."
You sat down from breakfast and then they left, still smiling like little boys, they both said they would keep in touch through the week and you had a feeling the rivalry would only get worse until you could settle in next Saturday.
****
They messaged you everyday, it went from one on one to a group chat and then the group chat when from civil conversation to you telling them to not to fight. Needless to say, you were excited.
****
The knock on your door had you jumping up to open it, they were early. You opened the door with a smile, "I thought we agreed that you'd be over here at seven, it's only five."
Manny lifted some shopping bags and Angel sighed, "he wanted to cook for you." They walked in and tossed off their shoes then headed to the kitchen. You walked in planning to help but Manny waved you off.
"Go soak in the tub, we're fine to cook."
You sighed, "please don't burn my house down. Also, this doesn't count towards anything, I don't want Angel to feel bad because he bought take out and you decided to cook."
Angel smiled, "don't worry, I don't feel bad at all, I think I came off better in the end anyway, and now I'm getting a home cooked meal? I'm a lucky guy."
You paused before leaving for the bathroom and stood in the of the room and slowly removed your clothes while looking back and forth at them stark naked, "well, I'm going to go enjoy my bath, you kids have fun." You felt their eyes on your ass as you walked away, smiling to yourself when you heard them whispering to each other.
You enjoyed the warm water until there was a knock on the door, Angel's voice floating through the air, "it's ready when you are."
You stepped out of the tub and dried off, then dressed and headed into the dining room, "wow, this smells and looks amazing, what did you make?"
Manny smiled, "penne ala vodka with a garden salad."
Everyone sat down and you tucked in, "wow, I'm impressed, I really hope you measure up in the bedroom because if you don't I'm going to be very disappointed."
Angel chuckled, "he won't, but don't worry corazón, I'll make sure you don't go to sleep unsatisfied."
You shook your head, "Angel, be nice."
Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, be nice."
You slapped Manny on the shoulder, "I know you're younger than him but we both know you're more mature, I expect better from you."
Manny smiled turned heated, "and you're going to get it."
****
You skipped watching TV this time and headed right for the bedroom after dinner and dessert were over. You stood back in the same position in the middle of the room and waited for Manny to act. Unlike Angel, Manny waved his hands for Angel to sit on the bed and then circled you like a hungry animal.
His fingertips grazed your cheek as his hand drifted towards you night shirt then he flicked the buttons open. Your eyes drifted to Angel and you watched as he licked his as Manny slowly undressed you.
He took his time touching you as each item of clothing was removed, his eyes racking over your skin, "are you going to do anything man or are you just going to look at her?"
Manny huffed, "unlike you, I want to savour this vision before I drive in, you should take note."
Angel shook his head, "aren't you feeling frustrated? You were happy for more right away last week."
"Be quiet Angel, if y/n doesn't like something she knows she can tell me." Normally people talking about you like you weren't there would piss you off but there was something about the way they were playing off against each other that was hot.
When you were in nothing but your panties, Manny slid his hand between your legs and stroked you through the fabric, "I don't know what Angel's going on about because you are soaked."
"Lose the underpants and go lay on the bed." You did as he asked, and Manny was close behind you, his lips brushing your shoulder as you reached the edge of the bed. Angel moved to lay next to you, his eyes stuck on your breasts as Manny's hand ran up your legs from your ankles to your thighs.
His lips followed after he kneeled on the bed, paying extra attention to the sensitive spots he noticed when you were with Angel. You thought he would start right away but his lips bypassed your core and he made his way up to your lips. He brought you into a kiss, it was slow and deep, his nose brushing yours as he went.
Manny turned his attention to Angel briefly, "hold her leg up?"Angel smiled and sat up, reaching over to grab your leg and hold you open for him. Manny's lips never left yours as his hand trailed down your body and to your centre, his fingers collecting wetness from your entrance before landing on your clit.
You gasped and Manny smiled against your skin, pulling back to smirked at Angel, "sorry man, I've been leaving you out."
Angel shrugged "I'm fine with just watching, she is beautiful from this angle." Angel got his chance when Manny started to kiss down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your neck. You reached your hand out and placed it on Angel's cheek while he leaned in to kiss you.
The angle was a little strange but Angel seemed happy to twist himself around in order to deepen the kiss. Manny huffing as his hand moved your from leg to your face, "dude, can't you just do this one thing for me?"
Angel pulled away from you with a chuckle, "just throw her legs over your shoulders bro, unless you're too lazy."
Manny shook his head, "nah, I figure if you hold her leg she won't twitch as much."
You sighed, "I don't know but I think that might be cheating Emmanuel, just a bit."
Angel smiled, "yeah Emmanuel, that's cheating."
Manny shook his head, "you're really asking for it now Querida." He lifted your legs over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your leg, angling it so it was hard for you to move away. Then he smirked up at you and drove in like a man possessed. Angel laid down and placed his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes as your vision blurred from pleasure.
"I can't tell which is my favourite, watching her face and making her cum. What do you think Manny?"
Manny's thumb replaced his mouth as he raised his head to answer his friend, "here, you were underselling it when you told me this was heaven because I'm pretty sure you're right."
Your eyebrows wrinkled and Angel smiled, "what, you think we didn't talk about it nonstop after we left? The other guys might not know what's going on but we haven't been able to stop talking about it."
"He's right, I think I'm going to be reliving this till the day I die."
You smiled, "you know Manny, Angel didn't talk anywhere near as much, considering his mouth was busy elsewhere." Manny shook his head with a huff.
"Alright then." He made eye contact with you as he slid two fingers inside you and wrapped his lips around your clit, Angel taking advantage of your parted lips to pull you into a searing kiss.
All the buildup served its purpose and you felt yourself approach the edge as Manny found your G-spot and made quick work bringing you closer to the end. You reached down to push him closer but the lack of hair made it hard and Manny chuckled.
"Is he being mean to you?" Angel's tone was filled with affection.
"Yes."
Angel shook his head, "good." You blinked and tried to make sense of his response but he leaned in and kissed you again, "if he's mean then I might get the chance to win."
That seemed to spur Manny to action because his arm unwrapped from your leg and then his forearm was holding you down as his fingers pressed your sweet spot and his tongue brought you right to the edge. You gasped as it hit you, Manny's arm pushing down harder as he rode out the buck of your hips.
"Oh my God." Angel shook his head took your hand in his.
"Is he making you feel good?" Manny hadn't stopped working you past the post orgasm sensitivity and into another while you tried to close your legs, "I'll take that as a yes."
You were expecting Manny to stop but he didn't and you went to shove him away but he grabbed your hand like a viper, "I'm not done yet, you know what to say if you want me to stop."
Your breath quickened as he went right back to where he left off, there was something about what he was doing that it your whole body feel like it was on fire and then you were falling again.
"Please, I can't." Manny chuckled against you, seemly feeling merciful as he pulled away and started to kiss your inner thigh.
"What do you want?" It was taking a lot for you to reply.
"He asked you a question y/n."
You swallowed and tried to get the words out, "I want you inside me." Manny smiled, his lips moving over your hips and then your stomach and then your breast and finally your cheeks and your lips.
"Are your condoms in the same place?"
You nodded, "why are you both still clothed?" You had never seen Angel move so fast, he was naked before you could blink, on the other hand, Manny took his time, smirking as your eyes followed his hands as he undressed.
Your eyes were stuck on his cock as he pushed his boxers down, he and Angel were about the same size, equally as big and Manny smiled, "you still want this?"
You nodded aggressively, "yes please."
Manny chuckled and got a condom then placed it between his index and middle finger and wiggled it, "you want to put it on me or do you trust me enough to do it?"
You sighed and sat up, taking the packet from him, "I'm not the one who tried to open it with my teeth, you're just being difficult now."
You opened the condom and slid it over his cock then laid back down with a sigh, "please, go for it."
Manny smiled and shook his head, "with pleasure."
Unlike Angel, he only lifted one leg over his hip as he slid inside you, "holy fuck."
Angel chuckled, "see what I mean? You've talked a good game all week but now that you're in my position you get it."
You shook your head, "Angel, don't tease."
Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, don't tease." Despite the attitude, his tone was tight, almost shaky.
Manny moved his hips slowly, rocking into you while making sure to brush your G-spot with each stroke.
You whimpered as he picked up speed, Angel's grunt pulling your attention away. His hand was wrapped around his cock and when you reached out to lend him a helping hand, Angel stopped you, "we've been over this, relax and enjoy yourself, this is about you."
You went to protest but Manny kissed you hard, "if you keep this up I'm going to get Angel to hold you down and then you won't be able to do anything." Manny grunted when you clenched around him, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Before you could respond, he was yanking you down the bed to make room for Angel, "hold her wrists." Angel moved in a rush, the hand that was resting on your cheek going to encompass your wrists in a solid grip.
"Thanks bro." Manny reached one hand down to rub your clit and Angel smiled.
"Don't mention it, I can tell how much she liked it. Unless we're reading you wrong?"
You shook your head, "no, I like it."
Manny smiled, "we can tell." Manny's hips ramped up to full speed and your breath caught in your throat, "you're gonna cum for me again, aren't you? I can feel how hard you're squeezing me."
You nodded and his lips found yours, the fingers on your clit making tighter circles. You didn't have time to warn them before it hit you, Angel's hand tighten around your wrists as your back arched.
That must have done it for Angel and with a grunt he pressed his lips to yours as he came. Just like before, Manny didn't let up and no matter how hard you tried to twitch away, you couldn't, not that you really wanted to.
"Come on, just one more and then we can call it a night." It wasn't like he was going to give you a choice. It hit you fast, just as the other one was winding down and the noise got caught in your throat.
"There you go, good girl." Your head lolled to the side and Angel took the chance to press his lips to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. Manny pulled you away from Angel and buried his face in your neck as he came.
Manny rolled off you and disposed of the condom with a sigh, "so, who wins?"
You whimpered, "ask me again in the morning."
Angel chuckled, "you guys stay here, I'll go get something to clean up."
You rolled into Manny's arm and he stroked your cheek, "you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm great."
Angel threw the damp cloth at Manny and climbed into bed next to you while Manny cleaned up.
"Have you been having fun?" Angel's voice was rough with tiredness.
"I have been, it's been great but we should really finish this conversation tomorrow with clear heads."
Manny disposed of the towel and took his spot opposite Angel , "we can talk about it in the morning, for now I think it's time we all get some sleep."
"Goodnight boys."
"Goodnight y/n."
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You were up early the next morning, unable to sleep from nervous energy, Angel coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your body while you did the pancakes.
"Is Manny in the shower?"
Angel nodded, "yep, I'll help you finish. How are you doing?"
You smiled, "good, I'm doing good."
He smirked, "that's great. I can't wait for you to tell me I won."
You huffed, "go and sit down, this is almost done."
Manny came out of the bathroom just as you were bringing out the plates. Everyone sat at the table and you flopped down with a sigh.
"I can tell you can't wait any longer but I don't have a winner and that's what I wanted to talk about. I like you, both of you, like a lot and I'm worried that no matter who I chose it's going to change things. And I don't want that. What I want, is for this to keep happening."
They smiled, each one reaching out to grab one of your hands, Manny speaking first, "we'd like that too, it's all we've been talking about, we just had no idea how to bring it up."
You smiled, "really? You both want to share me?"
Angel nodded, "fuck yeah, you're a total catch, we gotta sweep you up before someone else does. I'm honestly kinda sick of EZ asking me if you're single."
Your smile widened, "after breakfast, I have some favours to return, you should eat up, you're going to need your strength."
You had never seen two men eat so fast in your life.
Fin
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Whatever happens, just come home to me
Manny (Mayans) x ex-ofc ft their daughter
Words: 2277
Warnings: Angst, worry, fearing the worst
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Angela took a deep breath, drawing air into her lungs, holding, then releasing it. It does little to calm the tension in her muscles and churning in her stomach. When it came to Manny the club, she tried to keep her hands off the cards.
When they used to be together, any indication something was off would bring her to the table; cards spread out, turning them over one by one with nervous anticipation; waiting to see if her instincts were right or wrong. Though the cards rarely led her astray, they added to her anxiety and worry about his overall safety.
When Angela said yes to him, she had an idea what she was signing up for. One can’t date and fall in love with a biker and expect peace and calm, she knew that. Though the whole MC thing was a deterrent, she was head over heels for him, and the dangerous weren't' enough to keep them apart.
But it eventually did become too much, and along with some other things, despite all the love between them, after 7 years and a daughter, they parted ways. It wasn’t easy to do, she nearly bit her nails off as she geared herself up for the conversation. The look in his eyes broke her heart. But it was for the best. They both knew that, even if they hated it, even if the breakup broke their hearts.
The last two days, Manny has been heavy on her mind, more than usual. They’ve been separated for about a year now, but still see each other often and co-parent 4-year-old Ana with love and respect. Their relationship is good, and he’s even been spending more time here over the last month.
In one way, it’s nice, it's how things used to be when they all lived in this house. When they broke up, she was ready to search for an apartment, but Manny told her to take the house and he got an apartment himself. Ana loves having him around, she’s a daddy's girl after all, and being able to wake up and see him has been spoiling her, and in some ways, Angela too.
After the breakup, things were a bit weird and very emotional, but once they passed that hump, they fell back into the comfort and ease they have always had. When he stays over, Manny sleeps in the spare bedroom. On some nights, she stares at the second pillow where he used to be and contemplates welcoming him into the bedroom.
It would be easy to extend that invite, they’re close and still flirt with each other, even if they don’t intend to. The energy is there, like an elephant in the room but neither have acted on it. The closest they got was three months after the breakup, he dropped Ana off and stayed for dinner.
As they cleaned up in the kitchen, and Ana watched a short cartoon as her food digested, they almost kissed. Just as their lips brushed together, Angela put her hands on his chest and put some space between them.
“We shouldn’t.”
Manny looked at her longingly and took a step back. After apologizing, he shifted his focus to the sink and resumed washing dishes. That was the last they spoke about it….
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Who's The Savior?
Manny, Mayans Mc X OFC
"Bunny, You alright there sweetheart?!" Tanner called out from across the desert. The ex-navy seal stood at the staggering height of six feet and four inches tall, with shaggy chestnut-brown hair, a Greek god-like chiseled build, and a babyish face that was fresh of any facial hair. One of the Mayans stood in front of him with the end of an AK-47 pressed against the back of his curls.
"Alright, you got our girl and we got your guy. Bring us the girl now!" Ordered Riker, A heavily tattooed blonde with wild, piercing blue eyes. His sun-kissed skin was covered in thick layers of ink. Toned and Muscular but not nearly as buff as his best friend. He had platinum blonde hair that was cut short into a sleek back mohawk. His trigger finger itches to unload his M4-carbine into the low lives before him, "Give her to us you fucks!"
"Y-yes! I'm okay! Just be cool guys please," She called out with teary eyes and a pleading tone as she stood behind Manny. The tall and lanky male rested his hand against her shoulder as he led her to them. His touch sent unexplainable shivers down her spine. He provided her with this unspeakable security.
"Don't shed no more tears, muñeca, everything's gonna be alright."He whispered raspily and Bunny slowed down her shaky breaths.
"Thank you, Manny." She said in a soft tone that held a delicate whisper to it. His warm hand only squeezed her shoulder in response.
Tanner nudged the captive Mayan forward as soon as Bunny was in arm's reach. Bunny went rushing into Tanner's arms and hugged him by the waist tightly. His large hand patted her back and gripped her waist with one of his hands despite holding his gun in the other.
"Fucking wetbacks," Riker seethed before he had unleashed the bullets from his gun. The thought of them doing anything to His and Tanner's girl caused an animalistic rage to boil within him. The man wasn't a stranger to using Mexicans as target practice either. He'd done horrific things to them in his military days and wanted to do worse now. Tanner followed along with his friend and shot forward until Bunny intercepted.
"NO! No Riker stop!" Bunny screamed in horror as she watched the Yuma men drop. Without giving her actions much thought, she rushed in front of Manny who had dropped.
"Bunny what the fuck?!"
"Get the hell up and away from him, woman!"
"No!" she cried as she sat on her knees beside him. He'd been shot in his knees and shoulders. "This is wrong! He protected me, He's got a child to go home to for Christ's sake! You can't kill him! I won't let you."
Both men gripped their guns tightly as they looked from her to one another. Silently debating with their eyes.
"Tanner please…" Bunny pleaded with her more reasonable lover.
"Alright sugar," The brunette sighed before shaking his head and slowly began lowering his weapon, "Put it down, Rike."
"Fuck." Riker spat in annoyance before lowering his weapon, "Looks like it's your lucky day wetback." he smirked down at Manny, sinisterly. Despite coughing up blood and wheezing, Manny's eyes were stuck in a cold glare towards the redneck.
"I'm so sorry, "Bunny whispered as she placed her hand against his cheek. The rumbling of motorcycle engines could be heard in the distance getting closer and closer. The pair held eye contact for a few lingering moments before the plump woman was snatched up by her blonde-haired lover and thrown over his shoulder. "Time to go princess," Riker announced as he pushed her into the backseat of the Jeep.
"Move out! They're getting close." Riker hollered as he sent shots into the air in an attempt to prologue how close the Yuma biker gang was getting. Tanner did as told, placing his foot harshly on the gas pedal, and sped off through the desert.
And months after the events of that weekend happened, Manny couldn't help but let his mind wander off to the bubbly, free-soul, beautiful brown-skinned brunette that saved him. Even when he was safely home with his daughter and family, he wondered how she was. If she was okay, how she looked, and most of all...He wondered if her lips felt as soft as they were when they'd kissed the night before the trade-off. What he didn't know was that she thought of him as well.
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Runaway - Chapter Four.
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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
His mouth rained kisses upon her, lips pressing a bonfire of heat against her skin, tongue wetting trails upon her chest, her arms, her hands, sucking her fingers, teeth nipping, his short beard grazing over her, the culminative effect making her feel mindless, and he hadn’t even touched her intimately yet. His mouth returned to her chest, tongue swiping her cleavage before his full lips hovered over her erect nipples in turn, teasing for the briefest of moments before sucking, her body juddering.
Each pink bud was bathed in the wet suck of a hungry mouth, Manny shifting so he straddled her thigh, taking his weight onto his elbow as this other hand began to skim strokes down her leg, wanting to make her ache for his touch just a little more, but unable to resist the desire to stroke at the petals of her cunt, fingertips sliding over her folds, the liquid silk of her arousal bathing them.
That first touch had her arching off the bed, her back bending like a crescent moon, her moan rich and full bodied, his teeth biting her nipple just a little bit harder, his long, deft fingers spreading her wetness around, settling upon her clit and beginning to circle. His touch was perfect, Hannah mewling softly as she felt her core ache, his breaths heavy against her neck as he moved to kiss her elegant throat, a soft groan rumbling his as he pushed two fingers into her.
“Oh god, you’re so fucking wet for me already, damn, girl.” He whispered, his mouth finding hers, kissing her with all the heat of a furnace, those clever fingers seeking out her sweet spots, rotating against the hot slick of her walls, forcing soft little exclamations from her, drinking them down like wine as his lips locked with hers. “Yeah, that feel good, baby?”
She couldn’t even form words, delight tumbling through her, merely uttering a soft ‘uh huh’ as her head fell back on the bed, his fingers entering, rotating, dragging back, moving his thumb to her clit to stroke it in perfect rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to kiss a sizzling path down her body, his mouth craving to be quenched with what drenched his fingers, removing them, sucking her wetness from them with a hungry grunt, pushing her legs wider so she splayed for him, delving his tongue right into her folds, the syrupy wet of her cunt flooding and plentiful.
“Ahhh, fuck!” she cried out, overcome at the sensations of his mouth, tongue dragging her eagerly, long licks from her glossy opening to her clit making her very bones shudder in ecstasy, Manny groaning, pushing his tongue inside her, his cock throbbing within the confines of his jeans.
“Fuck me, if this ain’t absolute heaven in cunt form, shit.” he exclaimed, Hannah wincing a little at his use of the C word, until she realised just how hot it actually was. “Imma fucking eat you alive, darlin’.” He swiped at her clit with the flat of his tongue, pressing it hard, wiggling back and forth, Hannah crying out as every last nerve ending sang its bliss, her hands resting either side of his head as she gritted and hissed with the utter divinity of it.
He sucked upon her like ripe fruit, his groans deep, like boulders rolling over one another, the heat radiating up her spine as she panted, watching him tipping her further into mindlessness before her eyes closed and her head fell back, the flickers of the very tip of his tongue working in speed over her clit too much, but not enough, her body shaking in response of being so lit up. It felt like an ice storm meeting magma, her body gleaming for him, Manny pushing his fingers back within her heat, burrowing deep.
Placing a suck upon her clit, his cheeks hollowed, the pressure gentle at first, fingers circling her walls, entering her then with rapidity, that suck intensifying until he had her crying out softly, those exclamations the sweetest things he could remember hearing for a while. His hunger to devour had him tearing his fingers from her, covering her entire slit in the thirsty suck of his mouth, groaning against her folds as his tongue laved her incessantly.
Reaching for his jeans, he undid them, sliding them and his boxers down, kicking himself out of them with impatience, the need to be within her rocketing through him, his heart thundering in his chest as anticipation skittered over him, kissing his way back to her mouth, lips meeting hers in a hot mesh of filthy indulgence, his words matching.
“Wanna spread those gorgeous legs and let me fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, for me to bury my big dick right up deep in this pretty little pussy, darlin’, get me all wet?” Those words fuelled the epicentre of her bonfire, Hannah nodding, their kisses scorching as he moved between her legs and glided into her, her walls tensing on his shaft, dragging a groan from the depths of him. He sat back on his heels, taking root in her, his eyes watching the sight of it, his cock sinking in and out, her wetness bathing him thickly.
He fell to her then, the blinding need to chase the fire roaring through his veins consuming him, his flames catching at her edges as she wrapped her legs around him, their mouths meeting messily.
“Oh god,” she gasped, clasping his face, seduced further by the look of dark lust pooling his near black eyes. “Fuck me, yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck me!”
And he did, pounding into her relentlessly, hitting her so deep, shocks skittered through her, but it wasn’t just the mindless bludgeoning of her uterus that she was used to. Oh no. This man, he had sexual finesse in shades, Manny knowing exactly where to align himself in order to have her seeing stars, entire constellations exploding where his dick scraped against, Hannah’s mouth falling open, watching his grin widening to see witness how much she was enjoying him.
He slowed then, wanting to make it last longer than the rampant charge of his arousal was dictating, pulling himself back, thrusting a little shallower, almost retreating, slipping back deeply, a slight change in the angle of his hips making her mouth drop open even wider, her mouthed words of ‘what the fuck?’ spurring his laughter.
“Yeah, mamas. That cock hits different, don’t it?”
Hits different didn’t quite cut it for her, never being fucked like that before, with such skill and purpose in her entire life. His head dipped, sucking her nipples in turn, tongue circling them with a hungry grunt, his hands stroking paths of blissful heat up and down her thighs as his cock hit her deep, deep, deep.
“Mmmm, yeah. You look so goddamn pretty, spread all around my dick, shit. Got me so fucking drenched, beautiful.” he groaned, sitting back up again, the sight so steeped in erotic heat, he had to close his eyes for a moment, those tingles pulsing too rapidly, the desire to chase his release held fast, slowing, long lashes parting again as he stared down at her. “That feel good, huh?”
“Oh, you’re the fucking best!” she cried out, her body jolting when he brought his thumb to her clit, tight circles spreading glimmers through her, pleasure melting down her spine and puddling at her cunt, covering him further in her dew. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hips shunting against each of his thrusts, fucking him back with purpose as she let her gaze fall to watch it. “Ohhh wow, I really got you slick, didn’t I? Only fair I clean you up a little.”
Pulling away from him, she turned to gather her legs beneath herself, taking his cock in her hand and feeding into the hot clasp of her eager mouth, Manny’s eyes scrunching tightly shut, his hands weaving into the soft waves of her hair. “Mmmm, I love the way my hot little pussy tastes on your cock.”
Fire. She had an out-of-control blaze burn right through him with those words, her mouth gliding back and forth over his shaft, sucking him clean, her moans sending delicious vibrations over his cock. “Damn, baby. You’re so fuckin’ dirty.” he groaned, watching himself vanish between her keen lips. “Yeah, you want me to choke you on it, fuck this pretty little mouth?”
Letting him go with a slippery pop, she licked her top lip, her eyes glittering with dark lust, turning her head to bite his hip. “Oh, you better fuck my face like the dirty little whore I wanna be for you.”
‘Fuck! How is this chick real, and where the hell has she been all my life?’ he thought, grasping her hair hard, forcing himself back into her mouth, pounding himself into her throat, muffling her moans with each barbarous thrust. Her eyes began to water, Hannah looking up at him as she sucked him hard, her hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit, the filth of it making her throb as she felt him twitching.
Bracing her hand against his chest, she rolled one of his dark nipples between her thumb and forefinger, the force of his cock making her gag, pulling her head back, spitting on it before wrapping him in a hard suck again, Manny continuing to fuck her, his brain gone to mush completely at how utterly filthy it was, feeling himself ascending sharply. Gritting his teeth, he rumbled a groan, a long train of expletives leaving his mouth as her lips tightened on him, pulling his release into her throat as he spurted into her, waves of bliss washing over him in ceaseless crests.
Barely giving himself any kind of time to recover, he pushed her down, lifting her legs to his shoulders, hand curling around her throat as he drove back into her cunt, dragging sparks through her walls. “Let’s fucking get you there a few times now, darlin’.”
“What the...” she panted, eyes wide with disbelief. “You can blow your load and still keep going?”
He grinned, leaning to kiss her. “Yup. Sometimes I can, and right now is one of them because I ain’t stopping until you cum stain the fuck outta my sheets.” Holding her down, his hips began to rail against her so hard, he had her crying out, bearing his weight down into her cunt, the lewd sounds of their bodies smacking together filling the room, his cock squelching within the wet mess of her sopping walls.
“Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me right there, oh god, oh!” she wailed, her nails digging into his shoulders and tearing down as the light rolled over her, white-hot and pulsing, her sun rising over the valley that was him, bursting to dawn. She was boneless and without breath in the aftermath, but he didn’t stop, slowing a little before pulling her out, turning her over and sinking back in to pound her savagely from behind.
“Ain’t you glad you’re not somebody’s wife right now, huh?”
Truer words were never spoken.
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Runaway - Chapter Fourteen.
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Ahhh, stories from respective pasts. A fantastic way to get to know someone, and be thoroughly entertained throughout. At that point in the evening, and with the storm showing no signs of abating, they were covering the school years.
“So I ask her again, and she predictably tells me no, but by this point I feel like my fuckin’ bladder is gon’ burst, so I just said to her, ‘fine, you asked for this’, got up, walked over to her plant in the corner, and pissed right in the pot. She starts screaming at me, I calmly told her that she should have just let me go to the bathroom, but at least with my way, she got to see the fact I had a real big dick, so it was a win win scenario.
“The entire class went crazy laughing, she reported me to the principal, but it was only the comment I made about my dick I got in trouble for. Turns out the principal’s wife was a urologist, and so because he knew how bad it was to hold a piss in, she got in deep shit for not allowing kids to go to the bathroom.
“That ain’t even the wildest part of the story, though. I saw her in a bar years later, and gave her hell about what a tyrant she used to be. She just stood there and took it, then said that since I’d grown up to be such a knockout, I should let her make it up to me. I went home with her that night and fucked her until her bed broke.”
Hannah almost choked on her wine. “Oh my god!”
“What?” he laughed, his dirty chuckle filling the room. “She was a bitch, but she was hot!”
“I’d say I can’t believe that you fucked your former teacher, but it’s you after all.” She nudged him with a teasing foot, Manny grabbing her leg and tickling behind her knee, where he knew she couldn’t bear to be touched. “Get off me!” she cried, her giggles sending sparks of happiness through his insides. It had been a while, since he’d been playful like that with a woman.
“Oh and I bet you were nothing short of perfect at school, right?”
She fought against him, kicking his thigh until he finally let go. “I was, actually. About the worst thing I did was let the fire alarm off to get a guy I liked out of a test. He never really noticed me like that before, until I walked past him when we were filed up outside, whispered ‘you’re welcome’, winked and walked away. I’d like to think that was one of my smoother moments in life.”
“And did it work? Not that you should have needed to resort to such, being as gorgeous as you are.”
She nodded, dropping her head for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it worked. We dated for four months before I broke up with him. Me and my poor impulse control struck, the impulse being that the quarterback of the football team asked me out, and I looked at him as a better option.”
Manny leaned forward slightly, arching an eyebrow as he lifted his glass to his lips. “And was he?”
“Nope! I never seem to learn my lesson there. Then again, the last time I acted on impulse, I got something wonderful.” He gestured for her to continue, watching her smile grow. “I got Lola.”
“And you didn’t end up married to an asshole either,” he observed, draining his glass, Hannah hauling herself up to fetch the second bottle from the kitchen. “Anything more there, or is he sticking to his restraining order?”
“I’ve had a few phone calls come through where no one talks, and I know it’s him. I block all the numbers he calls me from just as I always have, but he’s persistent, uses pay phones, I think at one point he was using cheap prepay phones as well. I just have to keep a diary of it, but it’ll be hard to prove it’s him unless he talks. It’s a nuisance, but what can I do?” Sitting down again, she topped up their glasses, setting the bottle down on the table. “I heard through the grapevine that he moved away recently, he’s gone up to northern Cali somewhere, so as long as he isn’t a physical presence in my life, I don’t mind so much.”
“I do,” he stated with vehemence. “I mind him bothering you. If he ever does turn up again, you tell me, okay? Fuck the police, fuck the courts, you come and you tell me. He’ll leave you alone for good.”
Her eyes widened a little. “You wouldn’t...” she made a gun motion against her head, her thumb pulling an imaginary trigger, “would you?”
“No! Don’t be crazy, of course I wouldn’t. But I’d make him believe I would.” That was only half the truth. If he ever physically came near his daughter in a threatening way, Michael would cease to breathe, although that wasn’t a truth Manny was quick to share with her mother. “And I’d probably smack him around a little, just for daring to fuck with someone I care about.”
He couldn’t help but add that, the wine getting to him a little. Anything stronger than beer, and it was essentially like giving him truth serum.
“Manny,” she warned gently, reaching for his arm. “Please, don’t.” It took him a moment to answer, the feel of her hand upon him, her skin on his, even though so innocently placed there making a jolt run straight to the pit of his belly.
He raised his eyebrows, recovering himself. “He’ll be fine, unless he breaks his restraining order. I saw it, when you broke down and revealed it all, just how fucking stressed out the motherfucker had made you. That don’t happen on my watch, Hannah.” Pausing, he leaned forward, reaching for her face, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t matter how unique it all is, our relationship as parents, what could have been, if the circumstances were different. I meant it when I said I care about you.”
Perhaps he hadn’t recovered himself sufficiently enough, the blue of her eyes like cloudless skies he wished only to sail through, shining through the candlelight. His mouth felt dry, taking another swig of wine, his heart beginning to pound. No. He couldn’t act. He had to shove it down again, but the lure of her. Oh, the lure, his loins burning at the memory of how it felt, when he was with her. Fuck.
In turn, the pull she felt to him was intense, like he’d lassoed her insides, as only an accomplished cowboy could, the rope being wound in with every statement that passed over his lips, every compliment, her foundations feeling shaky in the presence of him. Despite herself, her hand covered his, the light of her gaze meeting the dark of his, both paused, perhaps for too long... or not long enough... the wine clouding them, the memories of one another returning. As if that attraction had ever been far from the surface.
The storm outside swirled with all the potency of what they’d both tried to push down, the sky illuminated as Manny set his glass down, taking hers from her hand, moving up the couch, his hands gripping her knees, opening them enough for his body to slot between them, the boom of thunder rocking the ground as their mouths met.
Any reservations they might have had were swept away as they fell headlong down the rabbit hole, the tempting promise of what they would experience in their own Neverland of blissful sin tugging at them too strongly, dragging them down, until all that was left was them. There was no Carmen, no time between their only night together and then, no reason why not. Only them.
A scattered path of kisses scorched her skin, the firm grip of his hands moving to pull at her vest, Hannah suddenly stopping him.
“I... I look... different.” Her stammered words made him pause, searching her eyes, resting his forehead to hers. “I don’t look as good as I used to, since the baby.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” His kisses landed softer, his haste calmed as he slowly lifted her vest, pulling it from her body, her sweats next to go, Manny sitting back on his heels as he looked down at her, his gaze finding the nerves in her eyes. “This body is beautiful. You know why? It’s the body that grew my child safely for nine months, and if you think just because it’s a tiny bit different to how I remember that it’ll put me off, then you’re crazy. Now, lie back and let me show you just how goddamned beautiful I think you are.”
She’d be lying if she said her confidence had been truly bolstered in the wake of his praise, no matter how lovely his words were, but still, she felt desired enough to pull him back to her, their mouths locked together, undoing his shirt as kisses of sugared embers grew hotter, the feel of his skin on hers torridly enchanting.
“Wait.” Sitting up, he lifted her, Hannah wrapping herself around him. “I need more room than a couch has to really fuckin’ enjoy you, darlin’.”
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, so did the chapter of them entitled ‘Two parents trying desperately to convince themselves there was only a child connecting them.’ And lord, the chapter they would write together to follow, only legible until the flames that roared between them threatened to burn each word off the page entirely.
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Runaway - Chapter Thirteen.
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“Damn, I’m so glad your parking garage is underground!”
Hannah was simply glad he and their baby had arrived there in one piece, with the force of the storm that had rolled in. It had been expected, Manny even setting out earlier than planned in order to miss it, but been hit by it halfway to Hannah’s apartment, the rain absolutely torrential. If he hadn’t been turning his vehicle onto her street by the time it really began to pelt down, he would have pulled over and waited it out, it was so bad.
“I gotta say it, HB. You’re looking sharp as hell, mamas,” he complimented, noting that it was the first time he’d seen her in such attire. She wore a pair of dark grey pants that flared slightly, a white bodysuit and a pair of fancy looking, silver heels.
“Why thank you,” she began, her smile a little shy. “This is the first time I’ve had to get dressed up all business smart since giving birth. I’m just glad the bodysuit holds my mommy belly in!”
Lifting Lola from her car seat as Hannah reached for her, he gave her another quick tour with his eyes, frowning. “What mommy belly? I swear, that’s the exact same figure as you had before you got pregnant.”
“See?” she gestured with a sweep of her hand before receiving the baby into her arms. “Power of the bodysuit! Believe me, once I take it off, it’ll flop right back out!”
Manny rolled his eyes. “Mommy’s crazy, ain’t she bubs?” Lola gurgled right on cue. “See? The kid agrees.”
Hannah laughed softly through her nose, carrying her into the kitchen, Manny seating himself down at the breakfast bar. “So, you wanna wait it out with us for a while until it passes?”
Turning to look through the huge lounge windows, seeing the way the trees across the other side of the street were swaying, he thought that was likely best. Just then, the whole apartment lit up, a huge clap of thunder booming, Lola’s eyes widening. She only laughed and wriggled, though.
“Ahhh, just like daddy, aren’t you, tiny mamas,” he spoke, watching the curiosity his daughter viewed the storm with. “You love a good storm.”
“Coffee?” Hannah asked.
“Please,” he spoke, reaching for Lola across the counter so she could free her hands. “So, why the fancy threads today, then? Business meeting?”
“Something like that,” she confirmed, sticking a pod into the coffee machine. “I had a round of interviews earlier, as I’m looking for two more bookkeepers to come and work for me. My client list is now beginning to extend beyond my capabilities to do everything myself, so they’ll be working from home for now until I manage to find a small office space to rent. I might wait on that, though. I mean, if covid taught us anything then it’s that if it isn’t imperative to have an onsite location for your staff, then you get to save a lot of money. I dunno. What do you think?”
He straightened a little, his mouth upturning, pleasantly surprised to be asked his opinion. “I think you’re right. Digital technology and communications mean that you can easily run things via Zoom meetings and all that, client meetings can be done elsewhere, too, take ‘em for lunch or something, that’s a nice touch. I dunno, guess you’d only need an actual office if your business grows to the kind of size where it’d be detrimental somehow to have your staff all scattered around.”
“Yeah, yeah, that is a good idea. I like that. Thanks,” she smiled, handing him his coffee. “So, what’s new with you?”
Ahh, adult conversation. Easy back and forth. No screaming. He’d missed it.
Also, she’d asked about him. Carmen never bothered, only throwing wedding questions at him of late, it seemed. “Yeah, same old, really. Gramps wants me to head back home for a few days next week, got a new colt he’s having issues with he wants me to go get thrown around on. Apparently, my bones don’t break as easily.”
Hannah laughed, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Well, he is seventy-one. His days breaking in the crazy youngsters are likely behind him now.”
“Oh, but it’s alright for my ass to get up there and run the risk of snapped bones, huh?”
“You’re a cowboy who turned outlaw. If that isn’t one of the toughest breeds of man you can get, I don’t know what is,” she complimented, sipping her wine, her heart melting when Lola yawned, her head thudding against her daddy’s chest, grasping the soft flannel of his dark blue and green shirt. “I think someone needs her milk and bedtime a little early.”
“I’ll sort her out. She had a bath earlier because she got covered in paint. We went to see Willow and Lily for a little play date and let them do hand and footprint paintings. The fucking mess they got into, shit! They weren’t dry by the time we left, but I’ll bring yours over when I have it. The kids had a blast, it was awesome. Lily got actual canvases, so they look all fancy and stuff,” he explained, Hannah beaming. He was truly taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. “You go put your feet up.”
Doing just that, Hannah sighed softly, thinking to herself how lucky she was as she sat down on the couch, the dark green velvet moulding around her in a plush hug. Sipping her glass of claret, she felt content, until the feeling of nostalgia began to rise, taking another sip in an attempt to keep it abated.
Every time she saw Manny, and more pertinently, how brilliant he was with their baby, she felt something inside her ache a little. The way they’d sparked, how easy it had been between them back when they’d first met still very much in existence, too. Chemistry never really died, though, she was beginning to learn. The reality of it hit her every time, though, the fact he was engaged, even though at present, she didn’t know how happily. The last time they’d had a conversation about it, he hadn’t sounded like he was particularly content in his relationship.
Once Lola was dressed for bed and fed, they put her down, Hannah playing the soothing ambient music that Manny had discovered worked a charm in settling her to sleep, creeping out of her room again and going to sit back down in the lounge.
“Hungry?” she asked. “I’d call for a pizza, but I’m not having some poor delivery guy battle through that just to bring me dinner.”
“I’m okay, Lily made me a sandwich the size of my damned head, but you go ahead.”
“Alright, I’ll go put out a plate of stuff I can pick at, and then if you want anything it’s there.” She went first to change, coming back out in a pair of simple, light grey sweats and a black vest top, heading to the fridge and rummaging around. She returned after a few minutes with a huge sharing plate, full of cold meats, olives, tomatoes, fresh bread, cheeses, carrot batons, mini cucumbers and various dips. She’d just got it down on the table when her entire apartment was plunged into darkness.
“Damn, it’s been a while since we’ve had one so bad, the fucking power got knocked out,” Manny commented, rooting in his pocket for the petrol lighter he knew he had in there, flicking it to lit and moving the flame to light the wicks on one of Hannah’s gigantic coffee table candles. She looked through the basket she kept her wax melts and burner oils in, pulling out a lighter from there and going around the apartment, lighting all the other candles that lay dotted around.
Just as she sat down, his cell began to ring, Manny answering it with a slight look of discomfort. “Hey darlin’, what’s up?” there was a pause, Hannah being able to hear the demanded question of ‘where in the hell are you?’ before a pile more shouted words followed. “I’m still at Hannah’s, I didn’t think it was a good idea to drive back in this weather, even less now the power has been knocked out. Ain’t even any streetlights on here in town, it’s rough out there.”
The presence of her wine glass in front of her face obscured her wincing at the tirade he could hear him receiving, Manny rolling his eyes as Carmen gave him hell. She felt for him, having to sit there and defend a perfectly reasonable decision given the weather circumstances, to a woman who was being the very antithesis of that.
“It isn’t even that bad out there!” she overheard, Manny’s eyes widening.
“Carmen, it’s fucking biblical out there, baby!” he exclaimed, just as a huge bolt of lightning cracked the sky, the boom making Hannah jump. Immediately, he placed a reassuring hand to her ankle. He was being yelled at, yet he still noticed her little moment of unease.
On and on Carmen continued, cutting him off when he went to speak, Manny becoming exasperated with her overreaction to something that to anyone else, was perfectly reasonable.
“Why you gotta be there with her? Why don’t you want to come home to me?”
His jaw tightened. “Because there’s a horrific storm out there, Carmen, and it was bad enough driving in it once. Would you be going this crazy if I was at the clubhouse to wait it out, or with Angel and Lily? You’re being unreasonable, please see that. I’ll come home when I can. Bye.”
“Yikes.” Raising her eyebrows, she offered her wine glass forward, Manny taking it. She snorted softly with laughter when he drained it in one gulp.
“You got more of that?”
She jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Another two bottles.”
“Can I stick a straw in one?”
She laughed further as he got up, leaving her glass on the table and returning with a bottle and a second glass, filling them both. “I ain’t much of a wine guy, but this stuff is pretty good, and shit, I need it. Mind if I crash on your couch? Even if this storm passes, I ain’t in the mood to go back to all of that.” He took a sip, his hunched shoulders finally sagging a little, the tension beginning to dissipate. “She’s a fucking embarrassment sometimes. Sorry you had to hear all of that. I know you did. My girl isn’t quiet in any sense of the damned word.”
Hannah couldn’t bite her tongue in time to prevent the assessment that slipped out. “She sounds quite insecure, to rather you risk your safety driving back through a storm than to wait it out here with me. Something tells me that if you were still at Lily’s place, she wouldn’t take in issue with it, like you mentioned. It seems to be driven by me specifically.”
“Well, she might as she’s intimidated by Lily, but you’re right, it’s a you thing.” He looked conflicted for a second, weighing up whether to reveal it all. “She hasn’t come out in as many words and said it, but she’s hella jealous of you. I think that’s understandable enough, though. You’re the kind of woman others could easily feel threatened by.”
Hannah hadn’t actually met Carmen, his fiancée being absent whenever she’d dropped Lola round to their house, but she’d seen pictures of her within the home. She looked like a model, so with that in mind, she wondered why the hell she’d see her as a threat. That confusion showed on her face, too, Manny continuing.
“I mean, come on. You live here, downtown, expensive apartment, you’ve got a good career, you’re knockout gorgeous, and you’re the mother of my child.”
At hearing him refer to her as knockout gorgeous, her heart fluttered a little. Carmen could have only seen her in the pictures he’d shown her of Lola back when he first met her, too, when Hannah had thought she’d been looking pretty rough around the edges, frayed by the duress of being a new, single mom.
“But she’s the one you’re marrying,” she reasoned, sipping her wine.
He let out a long breath, turning to her. “Not if she continues like this, I won’t be. It ain’t the stuff about you, although I would actually like for you guys to get along, but if she keeps on refusing to acknowledge Lola then I just can’t do it. I can’t marry somebody who won’t make even the tiniest room in her life for my daughter. I don’t want it to come to that, I love her, but fuck, HB. She’s gotta give me a little consideration here.”
He paused, turning to her, reaching to gently slap her knee. “Why can’t she be more like you? Reasonable, understanding, emotionally mature? It’s easy with you. It’s just getting harder with her.”
It was easy with him, too. Far too easy. Far too natural. Far too tempting, as her eyes flitted to between his legs when he slumped down a little further, his thighs falling wider apart, the bulge of the most perfect cock she’d ever seen filling out the dark denim entirely too well.
Oh lord.
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Runaway - Chapter Six.
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“Oh, this better be good, honey child, for you to be dragging my fabulous ass out of bed at 8am on a Sunday, over here to god-knows-where-vile, on the morning after I get a call from your mama telling me you ran from your wedding!”
Hannah leaned over, kissing her cheek. “I thought you’d be pleased, about the wedding running?”
Shonda snorted. “Well, I am, but that still don’t explain why the hell I’m giving you a ride from the ghetto, or what you’ve been doing here all night, and who with, more pertinently!”
She pointed over to the small driveway. “See that big, black Harley over there?”
“Yeah, kinda hard to miss. And what of it?”
“Well, what I was doing all night was bouncing on the dick of the guy it belongs to.”
A barrage of almost words and splutters left her bestie’s mouth, Shonda in absolute shock, even though it did sound like something fitting of Hannah. “Y’all better be buying me coffee and a big ole’ stack of pancakes to explain every single last detail of this over!”
“Done,” she confirmed, helping herself to a piece of red rope liquorice from the ever-present bag in the centre console. “There’s a diner not far from here. Head back to the highway and it’s about a half mile away.”
Shonda shook her head, pulling out from the curb. “It’s never a dull moment with you, pumpkin.” While she drove, Hannah took her phone from her bag, knowing she had to deal with the abundance of messages at some point, so the car journey was as good a time as any.
‘Hey Han. Tried calling but your phone is off, can’t say I blame you. I called Uncle Rob and Aunt Jackie, and they let me know you’d messaged them to say you’re okay and just needed some time. When you feel up to it, give me a call. Love you.’ Ben, her cousin. She messaged him back to say thanks for reaching out, and she’d be in touch when things had settled a little.
‘Just messaging to say I’m here for you if you need me. God, it was insane after you left! Wendy went ballistic, you should have seen Jackie clap back at her, fuck, it was legendary! Steve’s kinda sad he missed it now! Come by for coffee when you’re able xxx.’ Ange, her sister-in-law, who regardless of the fact her husband had steadfastly refused to attend, had wanted to show support to Hannah, although she too was no fan of Michael.
‘I cannot believe what you did to my son, you spiteful, selfish little bitch. How dare you embarrass him like that. If you were having second thoughts, was the altar really the place to act upon them, stringing him along like that only to turn and literally run? We welcomed you into our family with open arms, and this is the thanks we receive? You are a disgrace, and I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t end up with you as a daughter in law. If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon.’ Wendy herself. She expected as much.
If she was honest, she couldn’t blame her for taking such a stance, Hannah putting herself in her shoes and thinking how she’d feel, should it have been her hypothetical son who’d been jilted. Her feelings would have been similar. No matter how controlling Michael had been, she acknowledged that she’d been very wrong to let it get as far as them standing next to one another at the altar, his treatment of her not excusing her actions at all.
As soon as they arrived at the diner, those actions were immediately called into question by a very expectant Shonda.
“So, give me the details. Who is Harley guy and how, on your wedding day of all days, did you manage to end up in bed with him? Oh my god, where you having an affair with him or something, and he came and kidnaped you away from it? If this was anyone else, I’d be here with my jaw swaying in the breeze, but you? Well, my jaw is still swaying, but not as much as it perhaps would be. I know you and your impulsive nature of old, so yes. Tell me.”
“I will,” she began, smirking. “When you actually shut up for long enough for me to speak.”
“Don’t you be sassy with me now, Hannah Elizabeth Gray!”
“Okay, so I’ll begin.” She sipped her fresh coffee, feeling good for the smooth hit of caffeine. “No affair, to begin with. You know I would have told you. Anyway, I was at the altar, and it just dawned on me, the lack of family presence, you not there either, and why you weren’t there. It hit me, the size of the mistake I was about to make, and so I ran. That’s when I met Manny, who was on his motorcycle moving through the traffic, and called out to me, asked if I needed a ride. So, I jumped on the back, and he got me out of there, then took me to a bar. We had a great afternoon and evening together, and then I went back to his place and had the best sex of my damned life with him on and off for about seven hours. There, the end.”
Shonda’s eyes widened. “Not the end. I have questions, but seriously, I have no idea where to begin, I’m so stunned by this!”
“Then I will sit here quietly while the counsel prepares her notes.” She sipped her coffee, smiling over the rising steam, Shonda chewing back a smirk she couldn’t quite manage to hide.
“You’re bad.”
“Yeah, he said the same.” She received a gentle slap to her forearm for that revelation.
“I mean... I just...” She ran her hands through her long, wild hair, fanning her face before settling herself neatly once more. “So, you just went drinking with this Manny guy, then ended up in bed with him?”
“Yeah, that’s about the short of it,” she replied, looking down at the menu before her. Hmmm, bacon and eggs, or an omelette? She’d definitely worked up an appetite.
“And what about Michael?”
Hannah shrugged. “Well, I think it’s fair to say I burned that bridge down to nothing but ashes. His mother sent me scathing message, but unless he’s left me a voicemail I haven’t listened to yet, then I haven’t heard anything from him. I only switched my phone back on this morning. I didn’t want to deal with it yesterday. I just wanted to forget the whole mess. I know I have to deal with it now, though. Now I’m out from under perhaps the most handsome, charismatic man I’ve ever met. Damn.” She grinned then. “No, dayum.”
Shonda leaned in close across the table. “Come on, then. Tell me about him.”
“Oh god, you’d have been cheering from the side lines. Tall, nice body, tattoos, Latino, real mix of gentleman and bad boy. He’s thirty-nine, originally from Arizona, but moved here about a year ago. He’s a member of the Mayans MC, he’s really smart and funny...”
“Woah, hold up!” Shonda grabbed her wrist. “You got your first Latino dude, and he’s a Mayan? Girl, what a score! I swear, every time I see those guys rolling through town, my snatch does a little quiver!”
Hannah almost blew out a mouthful of coffee at her quivering snatch comment, immediately referencing her go-to response from one of their favourite movies. “You’re terrible, Muriel.”
“No, you are!” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna see him again?”
“Oh, god. I really don’t know,” Hannah confessed, widening her eyes a little. “I have so much wreckage to deal with before I even think of that. I don’t think he’s in the market for anything other than a casual hook up type deal, but to be completely honest, coming out of a six-year relationship in the way that I did, neither am I.”
“Could be fun, though, when you need another ride.” Hannah giggled at her statement, shaking her head softly as they were joined by the waitress, ready to take their order with a cheery smile. “Oh, if you need an alibi last night, just say you were with me. It’s where everyone would have expected you to have gone, and it means you don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to. It’s no one's business but yours.”
Shonda’s offer had Hannah reaching for her hands, so very glad to have a friend like her. “Love you bunches.”
“Love you, too, pumpkin. Now, I require further regaling with your sexual escapades!” She chuckled softly before as any good girlfriend would, going into the details of her wild night with the handsome outlaw. Much too soon, it seemed, and she was back in Shonda’s car, being driven over to her apartment, promising her bestie she’d call and relay how the looming showdown between her and Michael went, kissing her goodbye before jumping out.
She felt trepidation with every step she took, deciding to kill a little more time walking up the three flights of stairs to her third-floor abode, immediately noticing the pile of boxes outside of her front door when the hallway came into view.
Hannah owned the apartment, it wasn’t in Michael’s name, so therefore he’d be the one leaving it. She was glad he’d begun that, as she was expecting some kind of protest there, an unwillingness to vacate the dwelling, borne of him wanting to make her flighty escape from their nuptials as difficult as possible for her. Michael very much enjoyed the entertaining of revenge.
Pushing the door open, it hit something on the other side, Hannah looking to see suitcases packed. Her suitcases, Michael deciding to liberate them, it would seem. For the sake of not wanting to add further kerosene to the fire she’d lit right under his life, she made a point not to address it, scanning her surroundings to see if anything else that was hers by rights had been pilfered. All her furnishings remained, her books and her vinyl collection luckily were untouched, too.
Placing her keys down on the breakfast bar, she walked up the small steps that lead to the kitchen area of the open plan apartment, the only rooms walled off being the bedrooms and bathroom, Michael emerging from the latter with a holdall bag over his shoulder just as she was spooning coffee grinds into the French press.
“Where have you been? I tried calling.” Sharp, accusatory. She expected nothing less.
“With Shonda.”
“Hmph,” he sounded, raising his eyebrows. “Should’ve known it.” He rested the holdall down, moving to the other side of the breakfast bar, Hannah filling the kettle up before placing it onto the hob and igniting the gas. “Do you want to enlighten me over what the hell yesterday was all about, then, why you left me standing at the altar? If you’ve had second thoughts over jilting me, then I’m afraid you’re too late to act upon them, as you might deduce. You humiliate me like that, and I’m gone.”
Talk about stating the obvious.
Reaching into her little bits and pieces bowl, she took out a small hair scrunchie, tying up her slightly messy waves before beginning the explanation he was owed.
“I know I should have come to my realisation much sooner, and I take that on board, I do. As for why, I realised I just couldn’t go through with it, living a life that is essentially on your terms. You decided everything for us, Michael, and a relationship shouldn’t be like that. It was as I stood in that church that I knew, with so few people around me whom I love, that if I married you, I’d be making the mistake they’d been warning me against.”
His brow furrowed, folding his arms. “Who would you have been marrying, Hannah? Them or me? Their opinion isn’t important.”
Typical, for him to believe only what he thought bared any credence. “But it is. Because they were right, you’re not the man for me. Some women might like every last second of their existence micromanaged by their partner, but I’m not one of them. The expectations you put on me, the constant need to have your way in everything. I realised I was compromising myself for you, and I shouldn’t do that. I deserve better than that, but equally, I know you deserve better than being run out on,” she explained.
“It was never an issue for you before.”
Again, such a stance was one hundred percent typical of Michael. He had absolutely no capacity to be retrospective about how any of his own actions could have resulted in this, but for Hannah, it simply wasn’t her problem any longer. If he didn’t want to see it, then she couldn’t force him to. Best of luck to his next girlfriend, she thought. “Well, it should have been, and I think it always was, but it was easier for me to pretend like it wasn’t an issue. I’ve admitted to my wrong in this, if you can’t own your share then there’s nothing more I can say or do.”
“That’s because I don’t have a share. This was all you and your compulsive nature, one I tried to rein in a little by being the decision maker, to take the pressure off of you, to be steady for you. But apparently, you still fail to see that.” Turning it back on her, she might have guessed. He had a habit of doing that.
She knew they’d reach zero in way of resolve, so shifted instead to practicality. “Do you want me to help you keep packing?”
He snorted. “Oh, you want me out of your life as quickly as possible, then?”
“Says he who’s already moved half of his stuff out,” she couldn’t help but mutter a little pettily, not prepared to be blamed beyond her fair share. “I just wanted to offer some help, that’s all. If it isn’t needed then that’s fine, I’ll leave you be.”
They didn’t speak another word to her as he ferried his stuff out, his sister turning up part way through, telling him she’d been able to hire a U-Haul, slightly bigger than he needed, Michael complaining about the extra expense. Catherine didn’t even look at her for the entire time she helped with boxes, removing all of Hannah’s things from the only pieces of furniture he’d brought with him upon moving in, the end tables and coffee table, Hannah browsing the IKEA website for replacements as she stood out of their way in the kitchen.
With his set of keys thumped down upon the breakfast bar three hours later, shaking her from her furniture ordering daze, her former fiancé left her apartment without a second look, Hannah breathing a huge sigh of relief. It was over. Realising that lunchtime had come and gone without her even thinking of feeding herself, she scrolled through her phone, ordering from her local takeout.
She chose a pizza with everything on it.
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Runaway - Chapter Nineteen.
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“Damn, Hannah. Fuckin’... ahhhh, damn!” His groan was delivered on the cusp of a gasp, his abs shuddering as he came, his cock erupting in her throat as her lips gentled around him, releasing him with a little slurp as she swallowed, her tongue circling over his tight balls before kissing her way back up his sweat glistened body, looking very pleased with herself. She had every right to, he thought. “You’re too damned good at that, I swear.”
She was about to reply with something suitably seductive as she pushed up off his chest, stroking his pecs with her nails, her eyes suddenly widening. “Shit! What’s the time?”
Manny frowned, grabbing his cell. “Eight fifty-six, why?”
Her hands were all of a flap as she jumped off the bed, running around in a panicked circle until she managed to locate her underwear. “Diaz Vs. Edwards fight! It starts in four minutes.” Manny was off the bed in a heartbeat, yanking a pair of sweats from the wardrobe and pulling them on. “Oh god, give me something to wear that won’t take time buttoning!” Hannah further panicked, picking up the shirt she’d been wearing, only to throw it down on the bedroom floor again just before a Raiders jersey hit her around the head.
“There, go, go, go!” he hustled, both of them running from the bedroom. They were sitting down in front of the TV with beer and a very large, very hot bowl of popcorn with ten seconds to spare, both pissed they’d missed the pre-match, but reasoning that orgasms were a good enough trade.
“No, no! Oh my god, don’t do that!” Hannah yelled, bouncing in her seat, Manny giving her an amused side eye, entertained greatly by how much she got into it. If it had been Carmen at his side, well... she wouldn’t have even been next to him, actually. She’d have been in the armchair across the room, filing her nails aggressively and complaining. He then mentally slapped himself for comparing the two women, reminding himself that what he was doing with Hannah, it might have made him happy, it might have felt right, but it was far from it.
He was due to be married in six and a half months, and what was he doing? Screwing around. Hardly a glowing pre-requisite for married life. He knew that eventually, he’d have to call time on it, what he and Hannah had encroached into if he was ever going to make a go of it with his soon-to-be wife, but the thought of that suddenly left him feeling a little short of breath.
Things with Carmen at that point were still a little strained, Manny noticing that she’d been behaving a little absently of late, mostly throwing herself into her work, still not budging where Lola was concerned, and acting a little cooler around him, too. He mostly put it down to wedding stress, because he didn’t think for one moment that she’d found out about him and Hannah. There would have been much noise and violence if she had.
“Hey, what’s with the face?” Her foot softly nudging his thigh brought him out of it, Hannah frowning a little as she sipped her beer, trying to enjoy it even though it wasn’t her preferred drink. It was very cold, though, which would suffice.
He shook himself a little. “Nothing, I just had a horrible feeling I left my bike keys at the club.”
“Nah, you didn’t. I noticed them in the bowl in the kitchen earlier,” she confirmed, stretching her legs before curling them back under herself, her hand shovelling in a mouth full of popcorn she began shouting through as she ate. “Yes, yes! Oh, that was an insane hook! Come on, finish him!”
“Damnit, hush your volume! You’ll wake the kid,” he laughed softly, poking her in the thigh. She saw his point, quietening her verbal exclamations, but her seat bouncing persisted.
“Duly noted.” She turned to him and smiled, Manny feeling the all too familiar experience of his heart fluttering when she did. Oh, lord. He was in trouble, and he knew it. It was something that he lay there thinking on later that night, while Hannah slept soundly at his side.
He might have loved Carmen, but life with her was hard, harder than it should have been. With Hannah, it was effortless. Sure, they sometimes got into it over the baby, both being a little stubborn in their slightly differing parenting approaches, but it was quickly resolved, because both had the maturity to listen, instead of storming off. From the outside, it appeared to be a no brainer, Manny becoming close with the mother of his child again, finding himself happiest when she was around. Inside, though, it wasn’t so simple.
Beneath everything, he felt trepidation over giving up a future with Carmen for someone who could be as impulsive and flighty as Hannah, regardless of how he felt about her. After all, it was how she’d first come into his life. He knew she was a lovely, down to earth girl, but he felt a very genuine fear over ending his engagement to seek out a relationship with her, because if it all blew up, then the last thing he wanted was for them to have acrimony between them, for Lola’s sake.
Bringing it to her, actually having a conversation to her would have been the logical thing. The side of him that selfishly wanted to have his cake and eat it while locking away reality in the back of his mind, though, well, it won out.
“I have to say, this is a much more pleasant way to wake up than having the baby howling at me,” Hannah mumbled, gasping at the feeling of her clit being sucked upon softly.
“Best damned breakfast in the world.” Mmm, still sleepy, but very horny Manny. Her favourite kind, his voice all thick and raspy with sleep, and his intent to have her mindless with the skills of his mouth.
“Oh, oh my god, oh!” she cried out, her abs juddering as his tongue beat over her bud fast and hard, the gleam of her undoing beginning to illuminate, like the dawn light gilding the dark clouds of night. He worked her right to the edge, sitting up and plunging his cock into her, feeling her come undone around him as he railed her into the bed.
“Goddamn, you make me wanna fuck another baby into you. Fuck that fucking IUD.” he panted, his mouth landing on hers, the sentiment spoken before he’d even had chance to process that it probably wasn’t something he should have said at all. She had no words in reply to that statement, so just kissed him, but his words, they were on her mind for the rest of the day, whirling around in her head. Meeting everything else she had on her mind, they made for a surprising revelation later that afternoon.
“Mom, I think I’m in love with Manny.”
Jackie all but choked on the sip of iced tea she spat back into the glass. “Um, I beg your pardon?”
Hannah sighed, bouncing Lola on her lap as they sat in the shade of her parent’s lush garden. “Yeah, I’m in love with him, which is impossible, given the circumstances.”
“Well, not impossible, but definitely a no-go since he’s engaged to that other girl, what’s her name, Karen?”
“Carmen,” she corrected, chewing her lip nervously. “About that. Erm, we’ve been...” she made a circling motion with her hand, raising her eyebrows.
Jackie caught the gist. “You haven’t!”
“We have,” she confirmed.
“Oh, I wish this iced tea was the Long Island variety right about now,” Jackie cried quietly, resting her head against her hand, cringing gently. “What am I going to do with you, huh? Getting yourself into these situations. When are you going to grow out of it? Forty? Fifty? Never?”
“I know you’re disappointed in me, I’m sorry,” Hannah began, Jackie cocking her head a little, her smile as kind as her eyes.
“What did I always tell you kids? You make good choices. Most of the time you do, but when it comes to men, oh, my love,” she paused, shaking her head, “you’re an absolute effing disaster.”
Jackie often wondered if it was the fault of her and Rob, neither being even close to disciplinarian in their raising of their kids. They didn’t let them run wild by any means, but took a much more sedate approach than others. She then reasoned that neither Steve nor Jack had such poor impulse control. This was very Hannah specific.
“What do I do?”
Jackie’s reply was immediate and succinct. “Tell him.”
“What if he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m just a bit of fun to him?”
“Then really, is a man cheating on his fiancée any great loss, if he’s doing it because he can, and not because he’s realised he’s in love with you too?”
She made a very good point, Hannah had to give her that.
In her silence, Jackie continued. “If it is the former, then like I say, no great loss. As long as he continues being as much of a good father to Lola as you tell me he is, then that’s all you need to consider. I’m going to urge you to do the right thing here though, Han. Stop this affair, or whatever it is, until you both talk about it, where it’s going, if it’s going anywhere, and keep it ceased until he extracts himself from his relationship with Carmen, if that is what he chooses to do in light of your revelation.”
She began to nod, rocking Lola when she started to fuss. “You’re right, everything you’ve said makes perfect sense. It can be really simple, if I choose that, rather than making it difficult. I don’t want it to be difficult, especially when I’m off to Arizona with him for a long weekend next week, so Lola can meet her great-grandparents.”
“Then there you go,” Jackie shrugged, smiling as she shielded her eyes from a beam of sun that had moved into their shade. “Get everything smoothed and sorted by then.”
Hannah was resolute with herself to do exactly that. That was, until she saw him again three days later, collecting Lola from his, seeing him soothing their crying baby.
“Ain’t nothing to fuss about, tiny girl. Come on, it’s alright.” He raised her up, beaming at her, Lola beginning to grin through her tears. “I love you so much, even when you’ve been giving me hell all night, yes I do.”
Would voicing it ruin it all, she wondered? Would keeping quiet? She just didn’t know. She felt even more unsure after Manny put his arm around her, closing the door of the kitchen so Carmen couldn’t see him place a kiss atop her head. One thing she did know clearly, was what it meant to feel her heart flutter like it did whenever he was near.
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Runaway - Chapter Twenty Three.
So, besties, the next chapter will see this little story to its close. I thank each and every one of you for your engagement every step of the way. Seeing you love these two, despite their frustrating handling of the situation (which for reality’s sake I had to pen it how it did. I enjoy writing characters who are flawed) has been so lovely to witness! :)
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“You know, I’m good with shoot outs, I’m competent enough to win in a knife fight, I’ve slugged it out with dudes twice my fiuckin’ size, but shit, homie. This is gon’ be next level warfare,” Manny spoke, sitting in the clubhouse next to Angel, Lily behind him, diligently massaging the tension from his locked-up shoulders. “A little lower, please?”
“She’s gonna fuckin’ let you have it, man,” Angel began, Lily balling her fists and gently beginning to pummel along his shoulder blades.
“Manny, your back is like bricks!” she exclaimed, her knuckles kneading harder.
“I’m all locked up, mamas! You know in ancient Rome when the gladiators saw the gates open and in came the huge assed lion? That’s me right now, but with no sword or shield!”
Lily laughed, thinking that his analogy was pretty spot on, really. Carmen had a truly ferocious temper, and that was just for little outbursts. Being told by the man she was due to marry in five months that their relationship was over? Oh, lord. “Are you telling her about you and Hannah?”
“I dunno,” he began, stretching, feeling a little better for her efforts, Lily moving back to her seat, Charlie jumping off the bar and onto her shoulder as he contentedly nibbled on an almond. “I mean, the main reason is because of her not accepting Lola in her life. Our relationship would have ended regardless of my feelings for Hannah, you know? So, I’m not sure. What’s the general consensus?”
“I always say honesty is the best policy, but, and I say this out of no love for Carmen, I think you breaking off the engagement is likely to hurt her enough,” Lily began.
Angel nodded, sipping his beer. “The words salt and wounds spring to mind, mano.”
“Hmmm,” Manny hummed, thoughtful. “I still feel as if I should. It feels like I’m taking the easy way out, nto telling her the whole truth.”
Lily continued with her thought. “I think your reason because of the way she refuses to acknowledge Lola is more than enough. Like I say, I do err on the side of honesty, but truly, how much is too much? You’re about to turn her world upside down enough as it is. I might not like her, but I feel for her, suddenly having the rug pulled out from under her. Affair aside, you’re a good guy. You don’t need to inflict further pain upon the woman.”
“As much as your average outlaw who’s been poking it to his baby mama for the last two months can be, yeah,” he snorted, Angel bursting into hysterics.
“Poking it!” Charlie joined in with, beginning to dance.
“Crazy, tiny little homeslice.” Manny spoke with affection, stroking his chest feathers as he laughed at the bird. “Yeah, on reflection, I think you guys are right. I kinda feel like a shit for it, even more so than I do over cheating on her in the first place. Angel said it right, though, I think. It’ll be rubbing salt in the wounds.” He knew it wasn’t completely for her benefit, his decision not to tell her and that it would relieve the burden of the kind of outburst he’d receive if he did reveal his infidelity, but for Manny, he just wanted peace. He wanted Carmen out of his life and hurt as minimally as possible before he could move on with his family.
Over the last few months, he’d truly been left exhausted by her refusal to accept that Lola had entered his life and knew that if she wasn’t used to it now, after three months, then she never truly would be. He could give her all the time in the world to adjust to the idea, but he’d only ever be prolonging the inevitable. If he went ahead and married her too, he knew it would show her that there were no repercussions for her actions. It would cement to her that he was fine with her refusing to accept that he had a child, and he wasn’t.
He’d planned it out, how it would go down after telling her as planned that weekend. Since he had another place to go, he would let her remain at his house and keep out of her hair while she organised moving out, for however long it took. Hannah had said that was fine, even though they had no immediate plans to move in together, not wanting to rush anything. There was a bag of his stuff already at her place, as well as a few valuables he didn’t trust her not to break, if her rampage in the wake of the news lead to the vexed-up smashing of things.
All-out rage was exactly what everyone expected, one woman in particular, as she shared with Lily later that morning.
“Oh, she’s going to be so angry,” Hannah began, throwing a neat, sharp punch into the focus pad Lily held aloft for her. They were enjoying introducing one another to their respective sports, Hannah still mind blown that not only had she become friends with her sporting idol, but now, she got to learn from her, too. “So, he said in as many words that he isn’t going to tell her about us?”
“He did, yes,” Lily confirmed, moving the pad to the side. “Pivot off your left foot more. You really want to turn your body and drive that punch home with your weight behind it. That’s it!”
A few more body hooks and two uppercuts preceded Hannah’s thoughts on that. “I think honesty is always the best policy, but I suppose I can see why he wouldn’t want to. Backing out of the engagement is going to be a big enough bomb to drop on her. Despite his actions, having an affair with me, Manny is much too kind to rub salt in her wounds by telling her that, too.”
“Salt in the wounds, that’s exactly what Angel referred to it as.” She lifted the pad higher, taking a step back. “Okay, round kick, you got this!”
“It’s too high, Lily!”
She scoffed. “No, it isn’t! Trust yourself, come on!” Her foot missed the first, but she successfully hit it on the second. “There you go! Nicely done, and again, come on, give me some power!” Another kick was landed, much harder this time. “Yes, girl!”
Her entire body ached, but Lily kept on at her, running through her combinations before letting her rest, Hannah sitting down at the side of the ring while she sipped at her water, watching Lily sparring with one of the other guys from the gym. She marvelled to herself, just how easy she made it look, nailing each strike, the power and speed she possessed truly incredible. She’d hate to ever get on the wrong side of a woman so apt with her fists, legs and elbows.
Once done, Hannah accompanied Lily to get her lip fillers topped up, wincing at how painful the process looked before they then headed into town to meet with Shonda for lunch.
“Hi, oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Lily!” she exclaimed, opening her arms to hug her. “My husband thinks you’re amazing, he was so envious when I told him I was meeting you and pumpkin for lunch!
“It’s nice to meet you, too. Apologies if I’m talking weird, I just got my lips done and the numbing cream hasn’t worn off yet,” she explained. “I think choosing the soup would be ill-advised.”
Shonda threw her head back with laughter, clapping her hands together as they sat down. “Does it hurt? I’ve had botox but I’ve never needed my lips doing.”
“Oh, it’s horrible, but I love my pout. I considered botox, but my husband threw a fit. ‘You’re gorgeous, you don’t even have wrinkles! Don’t you go and paralyse your face!’ he shouted at me, muttering something about me ending up looking like Joan Rivers if I started messing with that!” Hannah was in soft fits, imagining Angel getting all wound up about it, as she’d witnessed he had the propensity for a couple of times at that point.
“So, I have news on the Manny front,” Hannah began, Shonda shifting her focus immediately.
“Oh?” Of course, Hannah had revealed their declarations of love to her bestie the day after they’d happened, calling her while they were still over in Arizona, but she knew nothing of his exit plan.
“He’s telling Carmen this weekend.”
Shonda’s eyes widened as she poured out water for everyone from the jug provided. “Oooooh, honey child! That’ll go down like a lead balloon!”
“Yeah,” she confirmed, wincing. “He’s preparing himself for huge levels of rage, which is to be expected, really.”
It was what everyone in the know expected, mostly Manny, of course, knowing her as well as he did. At least he had his mind taken off it, with a trip through the tunnels that led him south of the border for three days before he returned home. It was gone midnight when he arrived, the house in darkness, as he expected it to be. What he didn’t expect though upon waking through quietly to the kitchen and turning on the light, was to see the space virtually baren.
Heading into the lounge, he noticed a distinct lack of items, and when his tour of discovery sent him to the bedroom and bathroom, both of those were also absent of stuff. Namely all of Carmen’s stuff. Moving back to the kitchen, it wasn’t until he took in the fridge door properly that he saw a slip of paper with his name written across it, pulling it from beneath the heavy magnet.
Manny,
I can’t do this any longer. I’m sorry. I thought I could deal with the fact that you have a child with another woman, but I can’t. You’re right, too. I should be able to, but it isn’t fair on any of us if I stay. I wanted all of this with you, but you have it with someone else already. I don’t want to feel second best to anyone, and I know if I feel second best to a child already, then that isn’t ever going to change. I’m sorry. I hope you don’t hate me. I know I owed you more than a note, but I had to do it like this.
It would have hurt too much to see you again, and I wouldn’t have left, which is what I needed to do, for myself and you. I shoulder my side of the blame completely and apologise to you for being so awful. I drove the big wedge between us, not Lola. It isn’t her fault. I want you to know this wasn’t easy, but I think us parting ways is for the best. I wish you nothing but good things, I really do.
Carmen x
He was shocked, but the sigh of relief that exited his throat was huge. The rage he’d anticipated, it hadn’t arrived, because the agent had already gone. Moving to the couch, he sat down, allowing himself time to process it. He might have fallen out of love with her, but a part of him felt mournful over losing the person she was prior to everything changing. He’d been happy with her until he wasn’t, and he wouldn’t be quick to forget that.
Equally, though, he wouldn’t let it hold him back from moving into his future. immediately picking up his keys again and heading to where the people who he could begin that with resided.
“Hey handsome,” Hannah mumbled sleepily as she answered the door, feeling a looking a little dishevelled. “Well, you look like you’re in one piece, so that’s something. I take it you’re here because you told her?”
“Sorry to wake you, but I thought you’d want to know this as soon as possible. No, I didn’t tell her,” he began as she shut and re-bolted the door behind him. “Carmen left me while I was away. I got back and all of her stuff was gone. She left a note too, explaining it all, that she didn’t want to be second best to anyone, so knew she couldn’t stay when she knew that’s exactly what she thought she would be.”
Hannah woke up significantly at that moment. “I don’t believe it.” Her face lit up as she watched the corners of his mouth upturning, leaning down to her tiny height, resting his forehead to hers.
“We finally got a little luck, huh?”
She kissed him, humming happily. “We did, we actually did. Now, can we get a little sleep?”
He laughed, bending to lift her into his arms. “Yeah, darlin’. Sounds good to me.”
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Runaway - Chapter Five.
He you are then, my lovelies! Next chapter is delivered! HUGE thanks to all of you for your engagement, you make my little heart swell with happiness :) as before 40 notes unlock the next part!
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In her thirty-eight years on the planet, never, ever, had Hannah heard a man moan for her like the way the one currently burying his cock into her with slow strokes was, Manny kissing a scorching path from one shoulder to the other, hands grasping her butt cheeks as he fucked her slow and deep. He had her laid flat on his bed, her legs closed, the penetration made so tight, he could barely focus, the fact that his TV was beaming porn across the screen – which he’d put on at her request, casting it from a streaming site on his phone – doing little to dampen the heat.
It was napalm, slow burning, fierce, yet languid, soft flames catching at their edges, the fluid glide of his cock dragging sparks through her fluttering core, Hannah’s arms stretched out, her hands gripping the sheets as she opened her eyes again, viewing the sight of one girl fucking the other with a strap-on, another sat on her face. Personally, she wasn’t into girls, but watching them fuck? It definitely sparked her enjoyment all the more.
She remembered back to when she’d suggested that she and Michael watch porn together, only to be met by a snort and a flustered muttering that he should be enough for her. Her and her former fiancé, well, they’d never had the kind of sex she’d been enjoying off and on with Manny for the last three hours.
“Damn, that’s a fucking nice ass,” he complimented, hand smoothing over her rounded cheeks, squeezing, giving each a hard spank before he clutched one in his hand again, his thumb slipping between, sliding straight up into her...
“Oh, you dirty boy,” she purred with delight, feeling him sink his thumb into her narrow passage as deep as he could stretch it, circling it around and around in time with each silken glide of his cock into the soaking clutch of her cunt.
“Yeah, y’all got me figured out.” he chuckled, bending to lay kisses up her spine. Hannah felt the pleasure fizz through her right to her marrow, resting her head down against the soft, blue-grey sheets beneath her, her entire body humming with the filthy decadence of it. She then felt herself lifted, a slight adjustment of his hand keeping his thumb snugly within her as he raised her to her knees with his other hand, a hand that travelled down her sweat-slick body until it slipped into her folds, fingertips finding her clit and circling, slow and hard.
Ebullience skittered over her nerve endings, his mouth kissing a torrid flush upon her neck, Hannah wondering if it was just him, or if all Latino men possessed such all-consuming, blinding passion. She’d have to compare notes with Shonda, who always stated that she liked her guys like she liked her food; hot and Mexican.
Driving himself into her, his teeth nipped at her neck as he felt her pussy gripping him, her head rolling back against his chest as she panted, one hand reaching to clasp at the back of his head, the other gripped on his forearm, gasping hard, the edges of nirvana within her reach.
“Mmmm, that’s it, darlin’. Fall apart on my dick, let me feel you cum all over me.” His rasp, all smoke and salt, poured into her ears like an incantation, sucking on her neck as his fingers worked in flurry over her bud, the crest of her orgasm bursting through her, the lightning striking home just before his own bolts struck ground, Manny flooding her aching cunt with cum. They collapsed down on the bed, breathless and sweaty, Hannah staring at the ceiling in a daze.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Who am I, again? I think my brain did a short circuit.”
“Manuel Santiago,” she confirmed, turning to look at him, smiling at his blissed-out expression, her own matching. “I swear, I’m so dick drunk right now.”
He beamed, turning onto his front, grasping her arm and laying kisses over her wrist. “All part of the service, Hannah banana.” Sitting up, he reached for the small, wooden box he kept his weed in, bringing it back along with a small ashtray and lighter, beginning to construct a joint. “So, how you feeling now, about the whole fleeing your wedding deal?”
She thought that was nice, that he had the courtesy to ask, after the sheer whirlwind that had led to her being there in his bed, rather than a married woman at her wedding reception, as she would have been had she not – albeit very tardily – come to her senses. “I’m okay, but that’s because I’m not thinking about it. I know I’ll have to deal with it all at some point, but that can wait.” Avoidance. She knew it was a flaw of hers, after all it was what had led to her deciding so late that Michael wasn’t the man for her, avoiding the obvious issues in their relationship out of her fear of being alone.
If going home with Manny had proved anything, then it was that at thirty-eight, she wasn’t as undesirable as she’d considered, although she knew that of course, it was a one-night stand. Regardless, it was good to know she still had it.
“It’ll have to, because I ain’t letting you out of here until the sun comes up, mamas.” He winked, lighting the joint and taking a few puffs, filling the room with cloud of sweet-smelling smoke, offering it to her.
“Hmm, I dunno,” she spoke with caution. “The last time I smoked weed, I ended up sitting in the corner of Shonda’s lounge, questioning the existence of a set of Russian dolls.”
Her statement prompted his laughter, that dirty chuckle filling the room. “Alright, it’s here if you want any. I gotta ask, though, what was it about Russian dolls made you question them?”
“My stoned brain couldn’t cope with the fact that they all live inside the other, and then the big one has all of them, and does she overwhelmed with all these other personalities within her, and does she feel empty when they all come out, or is it a relief?” She paused, suddenly snorting with laughter at the way he looked at her. “I know! It’s ridiculous, but at the time I thought these were perfectly pertinent questions!”
“Yeah, questioning the existentialism of inanimate objects. That’s stoned logic right there,” he laughed. “One time, I remember Angel and I sat there and figured out how the entire meaning of life could be attained simply from watching the Godfather trilogy. We went deep into it all, and then forgot it ten minutes later.”
“Angel, he’s Lily’s husband, right?” she asked, changing her mind and taking the joint from him. Oh, it was really nice weed, not too strong. Not like what Emilio, Shonda’s husband smoked. His preferred strain could flaw an elephant with one puff.
“Right, he’s my boy,” he began, with obvious affection for his friend. “No one would think it, I mean, he’s pragmatic and focused, but you wouldn’t peg him for intellectual at all. He can be... not dumb, but he don’t always think things through properly. Give him a joint and I swear, dude turns into a goddamned genius.” They sat passing the joint back and forth for a while, before both feeling the most immediate obvious effect of such.
“Hey yo, how you doin’, Sam?” Manny spoke, after locating his cell and making a call. “Yeah, bro, extra-large with everything on it. Alright, bye.”
Hannah looked dubious. “A pizza with everything on it? What, even pineapple and anchovies? With everything else?”
“Just you wait,” he vouched. “It’s the shit, I swear.” Moving towards her, her gripped her thighs, pulling her legs apart. “It’ll take forty minutes to arrive, so imma eat something else while I wait.”
She gasped softly, the wet heat of his tongue starting to circle her clit an incredible sensation, even though it would be fair to say she was a little oversensitive by that point. His hands pressed into her hips when they began to rise and shudder, pushing her down into the bed, his deceptive strength holding her there with ease, the lithe muscles in his arms flexing and cording.
“Fuck, I swear, I ain’t ever met a girl who gets as wet as you do.” he groaned, tongue dipping into her opening and tasting her keenly, dragging back to her bud with the kind of light swirls that evoked beautiful tingles throughout her groin.
Using his thumb, he tugged her clit hood back, exposing the little bud to his tongue, licking her slowly up and down, from side to side and then in circles, his breath hot against her as she panted and whimpered, delirious with pleasure.
“Oh, oh fuck, ahh!” she cried, trembling as his tongue speeded and slowed, lips enveloping her and sucking, his cheeks hollowing, deep moans adding vibrations to the incredible sensations that had her reeling, her thighs juddering, hands running in a soft glide over his arms. God, the man’s skin. So beautiful. Deep caramel, and so smooth.
He released her with a soft pop, tongue beating back and forth over her plumped clit, moving his hand to tease her opening before slipping two fingers into her core, her wetness soaking them as he pushed and raked, moving them around until…
“Right there, ahhh!” she gasped, his fingertips massaging her g spot, pressing and stroking, moving in perfect sync with his tongue. She felt him smile against her as she cried out over and over, her reaction still enthralling to him as she fisted the sheets, shaking and panting.
Each beat of his tongue became more rapid, groaning against her as he stopped to bestow a few keen sucks. “God damn, you taste so beautiful.” he complimented, keeping her simmering with firm, flat licks. She sat up to watch him as he ate her with nothing short of keen gusto, his dark brown eyes opening to look up at her, winking and smiling before his mouth closed over her plush cunt once more, sucking at her, watching the fire in her eyes burn blue.
God, if they weren’t the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen, Manny continuing to stare right into them as he kissed his way back to her mouth, slipping into her with a soft grunt, feeling the wet hug of her cunt sheathe him perfectly. And lord, how perfect the sex they shared was. After pausing to eat when the pizza arrived, they enjoyed one another off and on for the remainder of the early hours, finally falling asleep at somewhere close to 3am.
When Hannah awoke, sober, slightly hungover, and very, very sore between her legs, the reality of her actions hit her, sighing. There was no avoiding it, the literal cold light of day upon her as she went to his bathroom and took a pee, washing her face and rinsing her furry mouth with a few capfuls of mouthwash, feeling fresher for it. Thank goodness he had some Advil in the bathroom cupboard, Hannah liberating a couple and swallowing them back with a mouthful of water.
She headed back into the bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake him, finding that such courtesy wouldn’t be necessary, though.
“Morning, darlin’,” he spoke, putting his phone down and smiling. “Please tell me your head hurts as much as mine does.”
“Yeah,” she revealed. “It’s thumping a little. Not as bad as I thought it would, though.” It felt a little awkward for her suddenly, the dawning reality of the day before, the fact that she’d had the best sex of her life with a total stranger, the fact that she quite liked him, too, but really wasn’t in the right mental headspace to do anything about it. It all whirled around as she got dressed, Manny sitting up and stretching before climbing out of bed, grabbing a pair of his black sweats and pulling them on.
“So, Hannah banana. Do you want my number so you can call me up, should you find yourself needing a distraction again at any point in the future?” What he really found himself wanting to ask was if he could take her out on a proper date, but he knew that such would be poorly timed, considering she’d fled her own wedding the day before, so he kept it light.
She took him up on his offer, pulling her phone out and switching it on, seeing the influx of messages and voicemails as soon as it loaded. Jesus. That was a lot.
“Alright, well I better be heading off,” she began, Manny gesturing in the direction of his kitchen.
“Y’all don’t want a coffee or nothing?”
“No, thank you. And thanks for last night, actually thanks for yesterday on a whole. You were my knight upon a shining motorcycle.”
He laughed, Hannah smiling widely. God, that laugh. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m glad I could help you out when you needed someone.” He leaned to her, kissing her cheek, Hannah returning it before she turned and left, pulling her phone out and swiping for the Uber app. The nearest car was over half an hour away. Fuck.
“Pumpkin! Finally!” Shonda exclaimed upon answering her phone. “Oh, y’all got some serious explaining to do, I mean what the utter hell? Where are you?”
“I’m down on the East side, below Vernon, and without an Uber. I hate to ask, but...” She bit her lip nervously, knowing Shonda hated to be dragged out of bed on a Sunday.
“What in the absolute hell are you doing in the ghetto?”
She snorted softly. “It isn’t the ghetto!” Shonda made a few noises of protest; the sound blankets being thrown back audible. “So, can you come and fetch me, please? I’ll reveal all when you arrive.”
“Girl, you owe me. Text me an address, I’m on my way.”
Thank goodness for best friends.
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Runaway - Chapter Three.
Eeeeek!! Thank you all so, so much for your lovely comments and reblogs! I am so grateful to you all for such, and thrilled you’re enjoying the story so far. Again, 40 notes are needed to unlock the next part, of which I can promise entirely comprises of smutty goodness, lol! Hope you all have a lovely weekend :)
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Words - 1,727
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
He had perhaps the dirtiest laugh she’d ever heard, Hannah sitting finding ways she could prompt it out of him further, which led to her telling one of her favourite stories of a past escapade with her bestie, Shonda.
“So, I’m there, and I’m bookin’ it down the street, in heels higher than I have on now,” she continued, the animated way she told a story adding to Manny’s laughter. “And I’m screaming at the top of my voice, ‘Shonda, no! It isn’t him! That’s not the guy!’ but by this point, she’s too far away to hear me, so I’m still running, but not fast enough to stop her from grabbing this poor guy, hauling him out of the cab, screaming at him as she starts laying into him, just popping him in the mouth over and over.
“I finally catch up and tell her that it wasn’t the same dude who grabbed my ass, and this guy, and I mean he’s fucking huge, she’s got no fear, he’s just staring at her blankly. Then he looks her up and down and says, and I kid you not, ‘Nice right hook, babe. You wanna go for a drink?’”
“Get the fuck out,” Manny laughed, Hannah holding up her hand to indicate the story got better.
“Guess who he is now?”
He took a wild stab at it.” What, she end up with him or something?”
“They’ve been married for six years!”
“Holy shit, that’s some craziness right there, man. Your friend Shonda sounds like a trip,” he laughed, Hannah beaming at him.
“I love your laugh!” she spoke, grasping his forearm and giving it a little shake. “Seriously, I’m trying to think of other funny things I can tell you to keep on hearing it!”
He covered her hand with his, squeezing softly before reaching for his beer again. “Then tell me a good joke or something, mamas.”
“Hmmm,” she began, shaking her head. “I suck at good jokes.”
He shrugged. “Then tell me a bad one?”
“Why did the bubble gum cross the road?” He shook his head blankly. “Because it was stuck to the chicken’s foot.”
He snorted laughing. “That ain’t bad, Hannah. That’s fuckin’ awful!”
“I know, see? I suck at jokes, I told you!”
“I got worse. What’s the difference between a piano and a fish?”
“Go on.”
“You can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish.” She choked on her drink, covering her face with her hands and coughing through her laughter.
“I just snorted vodka cranberry out of my nose!” That did it. That was the statement that killed him, Manny’s dirty laugh booming through the entire bar, he and Hannah in hysterics, him leaning into her as they shared out of control laughter.
They’d moved from the bar itself to a booth at the back, Manny leaving the bar altogether a little earlier in the afternoon to take his bike home and get a cab back, not wanting to leave it unattended since he planned on not going home sober. It was 6pm, and he’d been there for the last five and a half hours, getting to know the hilarious, vivacious, down to earth woman at his side, no longer giving a damn about her fled from nuptials.
She’d had everyone trying to call her, Hannah sending messages that she was fine, she was safe, and just wanted to not deal with the fallout from it all, so wasn’t prepared to do so for that moment. Then, she’d switched her phone off, and turned her attentions back to the handsome outlaw who was making her feel on top of the world. He was funny, charming, smart, attentive, and boy, what a flirt.
“You know, I told that joke to the first girl who ever let me bang her. I think she let me get my dick wet purely out of pity that fourteen-year-old me had no good jokes, and even worse game,” he revealed, still laughing softly.
“I refuse to believe you’ve never had game, uh-uh, no way,” Hannah protested, gently poking his arm with her finger.
“Oh, I assure you,” he began, turning to her, resting his hand on her thigh to test the waters a little further, see if she’d be as receptive to such contact for the sake of it, rather than when he’d rubbed her cramped up ankle for her a few hours before. She just smiled more, mirroring his turn. “I wasn’t always like this. I was awkward, this rail thin kid with braces and an awful haircut until I was fifteen. I compensated for that, though.”
“How so?” she asked, Manny grinning widely, making a beckoning motion with his finger. She leaned in close, feeling his lips tickle against her ear.
“I gotta really big dick.” he murmured, his breath fluttering hot against her neck
She couldn’t help but look very curious at that information, raising her eyebrows as she sipped her drink. “Oh really? Just how big are we talking?”
“I dunno,” he sniffed. “Nine inches, something like that.” It was the second time she almost choked on her drink in the space of the last ten minutes.
“Seriously?” she coughed, placing her glass down.
His hand squeezed at her thigh, his mouth tilting into a wide grin. “I’ll prove it to you, if you want?”
Oh, god. This was insane. She should have been sitting listening to the speeches at her wedding reception at this time, should her day have gone as planned. Instead, she was in a bar, a little drunk, being charmed out of her mind by a six-foot-tall biker, with the sexiest smile she’d ever seen in her entire life. And a nine-inch dick too, apparently. “I think I want.”
Did she really just say that?
“Oh yeah?” Manny chirped, their faces nearing one another.
“Mmm,” she hummed, his lips meeting hers, the kiss immediately deepening, Hannah feeling the effect of his lips go straight between her legs. Mentally, she added best kisser she’d ever encountered to her mental checklist, stroking his short, scratchy beard as he rested his hand against her neck, their tongues entwined, all the flirting between them finally blooming into something neither was prepared to halt.
“Damn,” he began. “No, dayum.” That had her giggling, Manny kissing her again. “You’re so fucking hot. And you’re the first white chick I’ve ever kissed, let alone anything else that’s gonna follow.”
“Yeah? Same for me, first Latino guy.”
“Well, ain’t that something?” They fell into kisses again, the heat between them sparking, his hand slowly running up and down her thigh. Oh, she could have dived on him right there and then, she was so aroused, and from just kisses alone? It had never been like that with Michael, and she knew she shouldn’t compare the two, but she couldn’t help it. “Okay, knock that drink back. We gotta leave now.”
“Why the rush?” she asked, Manny finishing his beer and standing.
“Because I’m about five seconds from getting on your right here, darlin’. Shit, if that’s how you kiss, what the fuck are you gonna do to the rest of me?”
Sinking her drink, she stood, resting her hands against his chest, leaning in close. “Spell my name across every last inch of you with my tongue.” Winking, she picked up the bag containing her wedding dress, giggling at the look on his face.
“Fuckin’ sexual demoness woman,” he growled, grasping her hand. “Ain’t gon’ know what’s hit her. Gon’ ride the girl harder than I fuckin’ do my Harley, shit.” That statement did nothing to quell her drunken giggling, Manny pulling his phone out and booking an Uber, pleased to see that one would be with them in just under ten minutes.
While they waited, they found themselves lost in the same magmatic kisses they’d shared within the bar, Hannah feeling like she was glowing all over, her arms loosely draped around his neck, his fingertips running in a slow stroke up and down them.
“Man, you smell good,” he murmured, kissing her softly again before moving his head, nose tickling against the side of her neck. “What is that smell, mamas?”
“Peony and blush suede.”
“Do you smell like that all over?”
She turned her head, tickling his earlobe with her tongue. “I guess you’re about to find out. The uber just pulled up.” They remained locked at the mouth for the entirety of the journey, getting out on a street that looked to be in lesser nice part of Santo Padre, Hannah knowing she’d be feeling nervous if she wasn't with someone with the kind of street cred Manny possessed. His home was simple, a little tatty on the outside with paint peeling from the wood in places, but inside, it was nice, minimal, very much a man cave throughout.
He led her straight to the bedroom, shrugging his kutte off and hanging it on the back of the bedroom door, removing his boots and socks, switching the small nightstand light on while she kicked off her heels, chuckling softly when he straightened up, towering over her. “Teeny tiny Hannah banana.”
“Oh yeah, all five three of me. And then there’s you, like a big ole’ tree I just wanna climb.” He laughed softly, reaching for her, leaning to her tiny height and kissing her wantonly, his hands making short work of her dress, nimble fingers rendering her naked as she stripped him of his shirt, stroking his chest, a chest much bigger than she expected to see, the washboard of his abs feeling delicious beneath her fingertips.
He walked her to the bed, taking her with him as he lay back, their kisses all fire and honey as they moaned softly, tongues entwining, Manny turning her onto her back, sitting up for a moment to take her in, the splendour of her nudity making his pupils dilate. “God fucking damn, look at you. Every last inch of you is motherfuckin’ perfect, pretty girl.”
She crinkled her nose a little. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Yeah? Well, guess what? I would. Now, if you’ll excuse me, but I got intentions on enjoying this perfection, so all you gotta do is lay back and let me, mamas.”
If Hannah was good with anything right then, it was allowing him to do just that.
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Runaway - Chapter Two.
Thank you so much to all those who offered commentary, reviews and reblogs on the first chapter, beautiful ones! Now that I have the mamoth story of BTBT out of the way, I can pretty much post each chapter of this as soon as the previous one hits 40 notes to unlock, and they’re nice, short reads too, so people aren’t likely to fall behind. If you do require a break, though, just let me know. If not, if you want it, you got it! Your author aims to make her audience happy :)
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Words - 2,225
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
“So, you’re a rare breed of woman, honestly being so into football. Any other sports out there you like?” Manny asked her, his timing a little off, Hannah taking a gigantic bite out of her burger.
“UFC,” she muffled through a mouthful of cheddar laden beef, ending up with a smear of barbecue sauce at the corner of her lip. He reached forward, wiping it away with his thumb, bringing it to his lips and sucking. It was a tiny action, but god, it made her pulse quicken. “I watch all of it, but I have such an affinity for the female fighters. I might not take crap easily – well, Michael aside, I guess – but those girls? They’re next level tough. I went up to Vegas to watch a match recently, Jennifer Cora versus Lily Romero-Reyes. Shit, Jennifer got her ass handed to her!”
“Yeah, I was there, too. I know Lily, actually. She’s married to one of the guys in my club, and the daughter of another,” he spoke, Hannah swallowing her mouthful of food with widened eyes.
“Get the fuck out of here! Oh my god, that’s awesome! What’s she like? She seems scary as hell!” she cried, picking up a fry and popping it into her mouth. “Actually, now you come to mention it, I’ve seen her being walked out by MC guys, but I didn’t put two and two together!”
“She’s scary in the octagon, but outside of it, she’s the sweetest girl. She and Angel, that’s her husband, by the way, they’re two of my favourite people, and their baby is adorable. She got all of us wrapped around her teeny tiny lil’ pinky finger,” he smiled, thinking of Willow, who he had a definite soft spot for, loving kids as much as he did.
She finished her mouthful, sipping her drink before nodding in his direction, reaching to tap the patch upon his kutte. “By all of us, I take it you mean the guys in your MC, right?” He nodded through a mouthful of burger. “So, what’s that all about, then? I hear so many differing stories about you guys. Some say you’re all criminals up to your asses in illegal activities, and some say you’re merely a group of motorcycle enthusiasts who happen to run the only scrap metal yard in Santo Padre.”
He contemplated his options, knowing that she wasn’t stupid, but then again, neither was he. “We sit somewhere between the two.”
“The straight and narrow more of a winding road littered with potholes and razor wire?”
He cocked his head, rolling his tongue around his inner cheek to retrieve a stray piece of tomato. “You got it, darlin’.” It was nice, that she didn’t quiz him over it. She knew what he was, and was smart enough to know that despite her question, he wasn’t going to embellish further any more than she was about to sit and pick for more details, of which she didn’t. “So, what about you, Hannah banana? What do you do to keep yourself in expensive looking shoes?” His eyes cast down to where her legs her crossed, the pointed toe of her stiletto brushing his calf every so often. He knew pricey when he saw it.
“Bookkeeper. I work freelance from home as opposed to just for one firm. I do smaller businesses, like bars, salons, boutiques, restaurants, places like that. I’m cheaper than keeping someone on staff to do it, but I charge enough that I can indulge my fetish with nice shoes such as these,” she replied, waving her foot in a way that made her legs muscles flex from where she’d hitched her dress up a little, trying to get some air from one of the jaunty old upright fans over in the corner onto them. A fully lined lace bridal gown wasn’t the coolest of items to wear within an establishment with no air conditioning, a sign upon the bar apologising for the fact it was broken. In July of all months.
“And what do you do to keep those stems looking as mouth-watering as they do?” he then asked, sipping his beer with a wink. Oh, she could get used to this. A man who was complimentary of her. Boy, how she’d missed that.
“Apart from the ballet, I run, do a little pilates and yoga, too. That’s about as much as I like to put myself through, since my natural happy state involves sitting on my ass.” Grabbing a handful of napkins from the bar, she began to fan herself, finding the heat a little much. “If you’ll excuse me for just a few moments, I’m going to head to the bathroom, and then go up to the small store I saw further on up in the row. I noticed clothes in the window, and I desperately need to get out of this gown!”
“N’aww, shit. And I thought it’d be me getting you out of that dress.” He winked at her, Hannah shaking her head as she slid from the stool, resting her hand to his arm. It was surprisingly firm, his muscles not big, but certainly well formed.
“You’re bad.”
His grin widened. “But you like it.”
Her eyebrows twitched, licking her top lip in a way that made his insides pulse. “Never said I didn’t.” She left him then, heading to the restroom first before exiting, attracting looks from people parking up along the narrow street, to see her there, resplendent in her wedding gown. That was another reason for wanting to change, since a few more people entering the bar had offered their congratulations.
In truth, it was starting to eat at her a little bit. Hannah Gray was the furthest thing from a bad-mannered person, and no matter how poorly Michael had treated her in the past, she knew he didn’t deserve to be jilted quite so unceremoniously. Her fear of being alone truly wasn’t enough to justify her actions that morning, but if she knew one thing about herself, it was how impulsive she could be.
Entering the store, she drew stares from all around, people whispering in hushed tones as she walked to one of the racks and shuffled through the items, finding something perfect and in her size more or less right away. A simple, and very short, black wrap dress. On the next rack, something else she needed, since the slight sheer quality of the fabric would mean her oyster silk bridal lingerie would show right through; black underwear.
Her outfit choice, she couldn’t one hundred percent say wasn’t borne of wanting to maybe get a little more attention from Manny, crazy as it was that she was even thinking about a dalliance with another man on the day of her would-be wedding. Paying for the items (plus a new crossbody bag with chain straps she decided to treat herself to, she asked to use their changing room, the woman behind the counter offering her a big, sturdy bag to stow her dress in, which she thanked her for before going to change.
The dress fitted her well, if not a tiny bit risqué in so much that it barely covered her butt cheeks. Hell, she had nice legs. It could be worse. She could be Michael’s wife. As it was, she’d had a lucky escape, on the back of the Harley belonging to the outlaw whose eyes almost fell out onto the bar floor when she walked back in.
“Yup,” he almost growled, “those are some fuckin’ quality stems.” Oh, what he wouldn’t give to feel those beautiful legs wrapped around him.
“Why thank you, sir.” She inclined her head to him, jumping back up onto the stool and finishing her drink, Manny immediately ordering her another, turning to see her suddenly wince, reaching to rub at her ankle. “Cramp.”
He jerked his head back, making a wiggling motion with his hand. “Gimmie your foot, I’m good for this shit. Healing hands, so I’ve been told.” She hesitated only for a second before gently toeing her shoe off and lifting her leg, Manny grasping her foot and resting it a mere inch from his crotch, fingers beginning to softly squeeze her upper ankle. “There?”
“Yeah,” she hissed, the pain shooting up her calf, the muscle tensing. “Thank you.”
He winked, only pausing briefly to pay the bartender before returning both hands to her leg, squeezing warmth through the taut muscle. Just his hands on her leg, and Hannah felt her skin tingle pleasantly, the action seemingly quite innocent, but definitely charged just beneath the surface. Even more so that she could feel the heat of his crotch against the sole of her foot, knowing that one little move would end up with her brushing against his cock.
Just the thought of that made her bite her lip, Manny catching her do it, his hands travelling a little higher as he kept eye contact with her. “How’d those hands feel, beautiful?”
“Absolutely perfect. I might have to get your number so I can call you up to do this for me again at any point in the future where cramp easing is required,” she spoke, her voice a little thick, slow like honey for just how good his fingers rubbing over her felt.
He snorted softly, purposefully letting his fingertips drag in tickle over her leg before squeezing once more, easing the cramp away. “If I’m giving you my digits, it’s for more than to come rub out a cramp.”
“I’m sure I could think of a few more places.” His eyes didn’t leave hers as she pulled her leg from his grasp, Manny sliding from his stool, fingers gently resting to her knees as he manoeuvred himself between her thighs.
He let his lips touch against her ear, his voice steeped in gravel when he finally spoke. “Now who’s bad?” Leaning back, he winked, excusing himself, heading for the restrooms and leaving her so scorching, she was surprised she didn’t pass out from the heat that had begun to blaze between them. This man? He had game in shades, and he knew it, but he wasn’t arrogant with it, not at all. Manny was the exact opposite of Michael, who had never really come back down to earth after his glory days as the most adored high school jock.
Speaking of jocks, there was a pile of them working their way into the bar loudly just as Manny was returning from the restroom, one not watching where he was going, bumping into a woman carrying a glass of wine back to her table, the glass knocked from her hand and shattering on the floor. The young guy didn’t even acknowledge his fault.
“Hey yo, you in the yellow shirt!” Manny called, his cadence suddenly filling the bar like a foghorn, yet his voice was barely raised. “You gonna apologise to the lady? You just knocked her glass clean out of her hand, man.”
He shrugged, turning back. “It was an accident; I didn’t mean it.”
“Be that as it may, it was an accident you caused. Be a fucking gentleman and apologise.”
He scoffed in disbelief. “I don’t need a moral lecture from some scummy biker! Get the fuck out of here.”
“Seems you do, homie. I said apologise.” Manny suddenly straightened, making himself look much broader than his slight frame alluded to, the guy laughing before balling his fist, his arm shooting out. The punch aimed never made contact, though, Manny grabbing his wrist and squeezing. “Nah, son. I’m gon’ give you this time to reconsider your actions here, save you missing any teeth, because if I swing at you, trust and believe, yo’ bitch ass is going down hard, and those aforementioned teeth are gonna be all over the damned floor. All you gotta do is say you’re sorry.”
Hannah sat rigid in her seat, watching it all unfold, her nerves tingling with excitement at how coolly Manny handled himself, not even raising his voice once.
The guy considered his options, trying to yank himself free of the iron grip around his wrist. It did not yield, Manny yanking him closer with ease, placing his other hand atop his head and physically turning it in the direction of the woman who was standing there speechless. “Apologise. Now.” His whisper was delivered in a serpent like hiss, the guy gulping.
“I’m sorry.”
“Finally,” Manny chirped, letting him go. “Next time, don’t let it be the threat of a better man than you to make you do the right thing, bro.” The man walked away, looking sheepish, Manny sniffing casually before turning to the woman with a megawatt smile. “Chardonnay? You look like a chardonnay girl.”
“Yes, but really, you’ve done enough! Thank you!” she gushed, Manny waving her words away and heading to the bar, where he bought her and her friend a bottle, placing it along with a fresh glass upon their table. “You ladies enjoy.” He winked, the women bowled over by his manner, Hannah smiling softly. He didn’t have to do that, he had absolutely no reason to than out of being a decent human, and it only made her feel pulled into his orbit further.
Chivalry. Big dick energy. She’d begun to forget what they looked like.
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Runaway - Chapter Sixteen.
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“I did a bad thing.”
The force of the sigh that came from Shonda could have sent a lone vessel over a hundred miles out to sea as Hannah sat down with her on the couch in the bar they were at, wondering what on earth it was this time.
“White girl, when I need to start taking beta blockers for all the fucking heart palpitations I regularly receive from your antics, I’m sending you the bill!” Lifting her ice-cold beer to her lips, she took a good, fortifying glug, Hannah sipping at her vodka and cranberry before placing the glass down.
“I had sex with Manny.”
Shonda’s eyes widened, reaching to place her beer down on the table, Hannah having to guide her there when her attempts only made the glass come into contact with the thin air. “Pumpkin!”
“I know!”
“He’s engaged!”
“I know! But if it counts for anything, he isn’t happy with her.”
“That doesn’t make it right!”
Hannah groaned, hiding her face behind her hands for a moment. “I’m aware, and I know this is me being me, again.”
“Imma need this beer back, shit.” Lifting her glass, Shonda all but drained it, burping discreetly behind her hand. “Excuse me. Right, back to Manny. Oh, I swear for lord, your impulsiveness is going to be your ruin one day, Hannah Elizabeth Gray. You get yourself into these situations every time, because you just can’t stop yourself.” She took a breath, realising that the time for admonishing her had come and gone. “So, how was it?”
Hannah closed her eyes for a second, and it flashed through her mind, the night of sexual perfection they’d enjoyed, the aftermath even sweeter when after she’d fed Lola in the early hours, they’d all lain in bed together, the baby between her parents, looking between them as she played with her feet. It had been beautiful, just the three of them. A little family.
“It was amazing. I swear, maybe if he wasn’t so criminally good in bed, it might not have happened, but he is, and he’s gorgeous, and he told me that he’d missed me, and he made me feel beautiful again! And then we just lay there with the baby a few hours afterwards, and it was perfect,” she explained, resting her hand beneath her chin. “And I can’t have it, because he still went back to Carmen.”
Shonda was puzzled. “Were you expecting it to be something else, then, rather than the bad thing you alluded to?”
“I don’t know, no... yes... I mean...” She paused to gather her thoughts, taking a swig of her drink, the alcohol helping her focus. “I didn’t think to begin with, I just went with it. We wanted one another and I didn’t go into it with any expectations, but he kept telling me he missed me, and it was so fucking... it wasn’t just a mindless, brutal fuck. It was beautiful. And then lying there with Lola afterwards, I felt like something had shifted. Something significant.”
“So, how did you guys leave it?” She felt this was the next most pertinent question to ask.
“Well, it wasn’t awkward, but we made no mention of it. He left at 6am and I won’t hear from him now until he comes to pick Lola up on Thursday. I don’t really know what to say to him about it, how to tell him, that I think I want it to be more with him. Because no matter that he told me about how he isn’t happy at the moment, and I heard why, she called him when he was at mine and gave him hell for deciding to be there with me instead of going home to her, I still don’t know if that definitely points to him wanting to be with me. It was on the night of that huge storm, that it happened,” she explained.
“Right, right,” Shonda nodded in interjection.
“And so yeah. Everything she feared would happen actually did, he ended up cheating on her with me. I do feel lousy about that, I do. He’s someone else’s fiancé, and it was wrong for us to just fall so easily into bed with one another, but, but, oh, hell...”
Shonda rested her hand on her shoulder, softly stroking her skin with her thumb. “He’s the father of your child, someone who, no matter how briefly your first coming together was, you have a connection with.”
She nodded, feeling a little teary, Shonda quick to pull her into a warm hug. “Yeah, that’s it. And now I’ve messed it all up.”
“Just talk to him,” she advised, stroking her back fondly. “Because if he feels the same about you, then you might be doing exactly what he did for you; saving him from marrying someone he shouldn’t be.”
Meanwhile, across town, someone else was settling in for afternoon drinks. Except his weren’t a precursor to lunch and an afternoon out shopping with his bestie.
“Any particular reason you’re pounding ‘em back at 2pm?” Taza asked as Manny poured another shot of Patron.
He straightened, lifting the glass to his lips, sinking the contents. “Shall we just say because I’m a fuck up and leave it at that?”
The elder man nodded, leaving it there. “Here, take him for me. I gotta go head down to Vicky’s with Riz.” Lowering his shoulder, Charlie scampered off onto Manny’s arm, giving himself a little groom as his new human perch rested his head back down on his fist with a sigh. Whereas Taza was content to leave him to it, the same could not be said for the bird.
“Sad. Why sad?”
“I ain’t sad, Charlie,” Manny began, watching him come into his line of vision as he hopped down his arm onto the bar, Charlie nudging his hand until he rubbed his feathers. “I’m just stupid, is all.” Charlie clicked his beak a few times, shaking his head before scampering off down the bar to where a small bowl of bar snacks sat, picking up a pretzel and bringing it back, placing it next to Manny. He then returned, bringing another.
“Snacks. Manny snacks.”
He smiled, throwing them into his mouth. Snacks always made Charlie happy, so when he sensed that someone he liked was feeling down, he liked to offer the same. “You’re an awesome dude, aren’t you?”
“Charlie’s a good boy!”
“Yeah, homes. You are.” He snorted softly then, sighing. “I ain’t, though.”
For the last two days, all he’d had on his mind was his indiscretion. He’d never truly cheated on anyone before, save kissing other girls back in high school when he’d been with someone else, but that was all kid stuff in relationships that had only lasted a number of weeks. It wasn’t this, having sex with his baby mama behind his fiancée's back, the very thing Carmen had feared he’d do.
The very thing he’d been incensed over her even hinting at, and he’d done it without a second thought. What made it worse? He felt bad because he didn’t feel bad at the time, when he was having sex with Hannah. Why? It felt right. He felt like he should have been there with her. It was returning to Carmen that felt alien.
She wasn’t speaking to him, again, because of the fact he’d only arrived home at 6:30am on the morning following the storm. All he could think was how difficult she had to make everything, how she couldn’t be more like Hannah, which he knew was wrong to do. Him and her, though, that ship had sailed, because surely if she felt anything more for him than just having another one-night stand with him, she’d have spoken up?
Wouldn’t she?
“Mama!” Charlie’s shout roused him from his thoughts, Manny turning to see Lily enter the clubhouse, her beloved bird beginning to bob and dance in welcoming of her.
“Hello, baby boy!” she cooed softly, holding out her arm, Charlie scampering up to snuggle against her neck, preening her hair. “You being Manny’s drinking buddy, huh?”
“Manny sad.”
“Aw, hell, homie. Giving away my secrets,” the man himself spoke, turning to softly prod Charlie’s chest with his finger.
Lily cocked her head to the side, reaching to stroke his arm fondly. “The bird didn’t need to say anything for me to see that, honey. What’s wrong?”
If there was one woman he knew he could reveal anything to without worrying what her response would be, it was Lily. Angel was his closest friend, and by extension, so was his wife. “I might have been a bad man.”
“Might?” she questioned, thanking Yasmine, one of the newer girls working behind the bar when she placed a vodka rocks down in front of her.
He smiled thinly, scratching his short beard. “I had sex with Hannah two days ago.”
Lily’s eyes widened in an instant. “Oh boy. Yasmine, keep the drinks coming, pretty girl.” She duly did, Lily finishing hers with another swig. “Well, that’s a, ah, a... predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“I sense you’re holding back from telling me like it is,” he observed, knowing with Lily, that would be exactly what he’d get. She was kind and sweet, but she always cut right through the bullshit with her advice. Although adopted, she was very, very much like her dad in that respect.
“Tell it! Testify!”
They both erupted at that, Charlie’s assessment of the situation, beginning to dance on Lily’s shoulder before he looked towards the door. “Creep! Creep! Playtime!”
“Alright, homie, I’m coming,” Creeper spoke, arriving with them and lowering his shoulder for the bird to hop on, taking a beer passed to him by Yasmine. “I gotta go head out and see to a pile of cars being crushed before I’m finished, and he loves that, so I’ll take him.” Taking his leash, he threaded it through the buttonhole of his shirt, leaving with the celebrity of Romero Brothers on his shoulder, jabbering nonsense into his ear.
“So, the telling it like it is,” Lily began, deciding to treat herself to a seldom enjoyed cigarette. She’d quit completely after getting pregnant with Willow, but allowed herself one on occasion, keeping a pack behind the bar that she reached beneath to locate. “You know it was bad, I don’t have to hammer that point home to you any further. But to be truthful, I can see why you did. That girl you’re engaged to, Manny I’m sorry, but you can do so much better.”
He began to nod. “Never did like her, did you?”
“Oh, hell no,” she revealed with a soft snort. “She isn’t exactly personable. However, it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks of her. If you love her and want to be with her, then what you did with Hannah can’t happen again. You have to be better than that.”
Be better. He knew her words made all the sense in the world.
“She’s asleep,” he mouthed, carrying Lola in her car seat into Hannah’s apartment the following late Thursday afternoon, placing her down and turning to her. Be better. The words burned through his head, but from the moment he met Hannah’s gaze, they soon burned themselves right out of his brain before he picked her up, pressed a kiss of raw heat to her lips, and swiftly fucked her against her apartment door while their baby slept on.
Be better. God, if it was that easy to go from nought to a thousand with the mother of his child, being better would take significantly stronger willpower.
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