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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
My fist landed against his face before I realized what I’d done. The f**ker deserved far worse than a punch to his jaw. He was a sleazy ass motherfucker bothering someone that obviously didn’t want to be touched. “Get the f**k out of here! Now!” I yelled as he lay on the floor holding his jaw.
“Let’s go, asshat. Time for you to leave.” Bear picked him up and pulled him towards the door with his feet dragging across the wood planks. “Don’t f**king show your face in here again if you know what’s good for you.”
I shook my hand as pain shot through my fingers. I knew I’d feel that punch for a couple of days, but it was worth it to lay that scumbag out and get him away from Suzy. “Are you okay?” I asked her as I flexed my fingers but studied her face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me, again.” She smiled at me and looked at my hand. Her smile faded as she saw the way I moved my fingers. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, bastard had a boney ass jaw is all,” I said shaking out the last pain in my knuckles.
She reached out and held my hand. “Sandy, can we get some ice over here?” she asked over her shoulder as she stroked my fingers and rubbed my knuckles with her soft, warm hands. I wanted to close my eyes and relish in the feel of her skin against mine. I wanted to touch her. I ached to kiss her, but this wasn’t the place.
“Really, that’s not necessary. I just want to make sure you’re okay, Suzy.” I didn’t stop her from touching me. I could feel the heat from her skin even after her fingers had moved onto another part of my hand. My hands always hurt from working for hours on designs, so the fist to the jaw didn’t help them feel any better. I touched her cheek with my free hand and she moved into my touch and searched for the contact. “You are okay, right?”
“Yeah, that guy was creepy, but he didn’t hurt me. Thank you for coming back when you did.”
“Sorry, I should’ve paid attention and shouldn’t have left you. I didn’t offend you with being possessive and calling you my girl? ”
“Oh, no. I’ve never had anyone say that about me, ever.” Her lips turned down as she concentrated on my hands. How could no one ever call her ‘my girl’?
“Hey,” I held her chin and forced her to look at me. “Every girl should hear those words in her lifetime.” I didn’t smile, I wanted her to know I was dead serious.
“Yeah, well, I haven’t.” She let go of my hand and turned away from me, pulling out of my grip.
I don’t think I ever used those words when speaking of a woman except Joni. A sharp pain hit me square in the chest as I thought of my ex, the only woman I ever loved. I had a reaction to Suzy like I did when I met Joni and seeing another man bothering her made me see red. I wanted to protect her unlike I had with Joni. I cleared my throat and shook my head trying to rid myself of my lost love. “Well, it’s not too late for it to happen. I didn’t think I’d be sitting in a bar tonight talking to such a beautiful woman, but here I am. Your story has yet to be written.”
“I’ll never give up on my fairytale,” she said as she let go of my hand and picked up her martini swallowing the last drops. “Is it hot in here?” She pulled on her tank top, moving it back and forth to cool her skin. Every time the material moved away from her flesh I’d see a peak of breast and I had to force myself not to stare.
“Want to take a ride on the bike to cool off?” I asked. I wanted to feel her body against mine again, hugging my hips with her thighs and her arms wrapped around me.
She rubbed her forehead. “I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. I shouldn’t have had two drinks.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t fall off the bike. Just hold on tight and I’ll get you home safely.” I touched her knee wanting to see if she’d pull away from me, but she didn’t. The skin was soft and smooth and I wanted to run my hands up her thighs and watch her head fall back in ecstasy. I wanted to take her home and have my way with her, but I couldn’t just ask her.
“What about my car?” she asked with a breathy voice as I pulled my hand away. My touch had an effect on her based on the tone of her voice. She wasn’t good at hiding her feelings.
“I talked to Tank about it. He’s going to take care of it tonight and drop it off in the morning. He just needs your keys.”
“Really? He’d do that for me?” Her eyebrows shot up and her lips parted.
“Yes and for me. Keys?” I held out my hand to her, ready to ditch this f**king place.
She dug through her purse, pulling out her keys, and placed them in my hand. She brushed her hair over her shoulder. I wanted to sink my teeth into her. I wanted to hear her moan, breathless underneath me. She truly was beautiful. She had an understated sex appeal to her. She didn’t flaunt the beauty of her body and I don’t think she even had a clue how f**kin’ hot I found her. She was the girl next door, the untouched bookworm that every guy wanted to conquer. I wanted to make her dirty. I wanted to make her scream filthy words while I f**ked her. I wanted to corrupt this girl in the worse possible way. She would be a challenge and maybe I’d found someone worthy of my time.
“How will he know where I live?” she asked.
“Registration in the glove box.” I twirled the keys in my finger and held my hand out for her to take. “Ready?”
“Duh,” she said as she shook her head and grabbed my hand. All I could do was laugh. She wobbled on the high heels as she reached out and grabbed my shirt to steady herself. Sex didn’t ooze off of her. There was a quirkiness that I couldn’t put my finger on, but the sex kitten was there somewhere underneath the surface.