|Home > Chelle Bliss > Men of Inked > Resist Me (Page 61)|
|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
“It’s kinda hard when you keep finding ways to pop into my life.”
“Divine intervention,” I whispered, crushing my lips to hers.
“Bullshit,” she muttered into my mouth.
“Izzy,” I said, pulling her lip between my teeth.
“Shut the f**k up and suck my cock,” I growled, pushing her head down toward my dick.
Her eyes flickered as a grin spread across her face. “Yes, master,” she teased, climbing down my body.
Epilogue - Time Keeps on Tickin’…Into the Future
Two Months Later
“James,” Mrs. Gallo crooned, holding out her arms to me. “It’s been far too long since we’ve seen you.”
Izzy cleared her throat as her mother nuzzled against me, rubbing her hands down my back. “Ma, really? Must you paw him?”
Mrs. Gallo pulled back, sticking her tongue out at Izzy. “I’m just giving him a hug, dear.”
“Looked like more than a hug.”
“She’s always been so sensitive,” she said to me, ignoring Izzy.
“For f**k’s sake,” Izzy said behind me.
“What your language, Isabella.”
“Oh, she notices me all of a sudden.” Izzy’s voice was laced with sarcasm.
“You should hear her, Mrs. Gallo. She has the dirtiest mouth I’ve heard on a woman.” I looked over my shoulder and winked.
“It’s her brothers’ fault. Her father and I didn’t teach her to speak like that.” Mrs. Gallo shook her head, peeking over my shoulder at Izzy.
“Oh please, Ma. I’ve heard you drop more F-bombs than anyone I know. Give up your Mother Teresa act.”
“She’s a mouthy one, isn’t she? How do you deal with her?”
“I’ll whip her into shape, Mrs. Gallo.” I turned to Izzy with a smile so large my cheeks hurt.
“You do that, dear. Lord knows her father and I didn’t do a good enough job.”
“What the hell?” Izzy muttered, pushing past us to get into the house.
“Thanks, Mrs. Gallo.”
“For what, James?”
“Busting her balls for once.” I laughed.
“Oh,” she said. “I’ve been doing it for years.” She smiled, laughing and looping her arms with mine. “Any news on Thomas?” she asked as we entered the foyer.
“He’s well, but I can’t say much else. I’m sorry.”
She nodded, her face beaming from the smile on her face. “No worries. Any news is better than no news. It’s been a tough couple of years.”
“It shouldn’t be much longer.” I couldn’t give her a timeframe, but after Rebel’s death, things had been kicked into overdrive. The MC was heading for a cliff, they just didn’t know it yet.
“James, how the hell have you been, son?” Mr. Gallo asked, holding out his hand as he approached when Mrs. Gallo headed toward the kitchen.
“Couldn’t be better, Mr. Gallo.” I shook his hand, watching as Izzy followed her mother while giving me the evil eye.
“Don’t mind her. All the ladies are touchy in this house lately.”
“Must be the heat,” I said. Wondering where to take that topic of conversation, I decided to switch course. “How are your Cubbies doing?”
“There’s always next year.” He shook his head and sighed. “Someday before I die, I’d like to see a championship. The rest of the men are watching the game. Join us?” he asked, tilting his head and smiling.
I liked Mr. Gallo. He was my kind of man. Strong and protective, but he knew how to laugh. He loved his wife. That was evident the last time I was here. He cherished her, and I wanted their kind of relationship with Izzy. I hoped maybe someday we’d get there.
“Sure.” I peeked into the kitchen on the way, seeing Mrs. Gallo and Izzy talking at the kitchen table. “Hey,” I said as I walked around the couch to find an open spot.
They all waved, keeping their eyes glued to the television. Suzy was the only one to look at me and smile before she patted the seat next to her.
Joe turned toward her, making a face. “Here,” he said as he stood and lifted Suzy, depositing her in his spot.
I sat, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and looked around the room without moving my head. The couch dipped as Joe sat between Suzy and me.
I gaped at him. My eyebrows drew together as a confusion spread across my face.
“Just lookin’ out for what’s mine. You got me?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me.
I could see why Izzy wanted to run away from me. All the men in this family were cavemen. We were cut from the same cloth.
Joey’s head jerked forward, and I turned to see Izzy standing behind him.
“What the f**k was that for?” he asked, turning to glare at her.
“Being a jerk.” She snickered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Jesus. You’re lucky you’re my sister.”
“Izzy, doll, I’ve never seen your room,” I said, changing the subject.
“What?” she asked as she turned toward me.
“I want to see your room. Did your parents change it?”
“Nope. Looks exactly like it did the day I moved out.”
“Show me,” I blurted, getting up from the couch.
“Ma!” Izzy shouted. “How much longer for dinner?”