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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
“I’ll just be a minute,” I said as I stood from the table. “I don’t want to take up any more of your time.”
“Take all the time you want. I can’t get fired if I’m late.” He laughed as he kicked the dishwasher closed. “By the way, is Suzy your full name?”
I hated my full name. It sounded stuffy and old. “No.”
“Now that’s sexy as f**k. Suzette.” It rolled off his tongue and I felt the moisture from my core begin to pool. Fuck, he’s made me a total cock-loving whore and I wanted to hear him scream my name.
“Right.” Looking over at his beautiful skin and taut muscles, I drank him in – memorized the picture, before I walked out the door, leaving him to finish and to get the hell out of here. He could definitely become a weak spot if I didn’t put distance between us. That ying and yang bullshit didn’t really work in real life.
Too Good To Be True
I shut the bike off and waited for her to climb down. She tried to remove the helmet on her own and stood there looking as drop dead f**king gorgeous as she did last night. She fumbled with the straps, trying to pull it off, but she frowned and her fingers began to move frantically. “Lemme get that for you,” I said as I motioned for her to move closer.
“Sorry,” she said, blowing a puff of air out.
“It’s my pleasure, trust me.” I winked and watched her cheeks pinken. I worked the straps apart slowly, trying to prolong the ending to our time together. I felt like she was going to give me the brush off. Her body language didn’t match the last twelve hours. I needed to set another date with her and dig deeper into the woman she is instead of who she pretends to be.
“Thanks,” she said trying to look me in the eyes.
“There. So, about the real date. How about tonight?” I asked. I didn’t see a point in wasting time. I wanted her in my bed again or against the counter.
“Um, I guess tonight is good.” She looked at me and then to her feet.
“Sugar, it’s just a date. A real date – no strings attached.” I grabbed her chin to look into her sky blue eyes. “We kinda missed that part of getting to know each other before I took you. I’ll pick you up at nine. Wear something warm.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready. Want me to drive?” She looked at my bike, wrinkling her nose and then noticed her car. “Wait, how did my car get here already? I totally forgot about it breaking down. What the heck?”
“Tank fixed it for you and delivered it about an hour ago. It’s all ready, but to answer your question, no. We’re taking the bike.”
“Oh. Do you have his number so I can pay him?” she asked, her eyes wide as she chewed her lip.
“I got it. He did it as a favor to me.”
“Oh, I couldn’t. Let me pay you for it, then.”
“Suzy, let me do something nice for you. Really, it wasn’t a problem. Tank and I worked it out. I don’t want you broken down again on a dark country road.”
“I know. I just try and watch my money. I was going to get it fixed.”
“Well now it is. Nine tonight and warm clothes.” I leaned forward and kissed her lips. I grabbed the back of her neck and drew her closer. The light, sweet scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, as I tasted her lips. Everything about her was f**king sweet and I wanted more. I consumed her mouth and commanded her body with my kiss. I wanted to leave her weak in the knees and wanting more when I drove away. I broke the kiss, but kept my hand in place and watched her as she stood there with puckered lips and her eyes closed. Exactly the response I wanted.
“Sugar,” I said, smiling at her as her eyes fluttered open.
“Oh, sorry. I say that a lot around you.” Her cheeks turned pink as she bit her lip.
“We’ll finish that kiss later. I can’t wait to crawl back inside that delicious pu**y of yours tonight. Digits,” I said before she had a chance to walk away. I programmed her number in my phone and sent her a text as she walked in her house. She’d be back for more.
I started the engine, revving it a couple times before pushing backwards and down the drive. She waved with a sweet smile on her face. My c**k ached as I thought about all the dirty shit I wanted to do to her. I watched her in my side mirror as she watched me drive away. I had her.
“Where the f**k you been, Joey?” Mikey said as I walked through the door of Inked.
We opened Inked about five years ago. Everyone in my family has an artistic streak and we didn’t trust outsiders with our money. Growing up my father had drilled that mantra in our heads. Don’t trust others when you can do it yourself. We agreed that there would be no outsiders unless absolutely necessary. Problem with it, though, was that you could never fire family, especially when they’re part owners. Mike had the spaz gene. He was known for overreacting.
“I had to drop someone off, shithead. Who made you boss?” I asked as I set my stuff down at my workstation.
“You’re typically here early. I started to get worried. You could’ve called or something, ass**le.”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Mom. I’m here now, so shut the f**k up.”
Mikey threw his hands in the air showing his surrender or disgust, I couldn’t tell. He’s the shop manager since he has absolutely no artistic talent, but he was one hell of a piercer. His real passion was fighting. He had joined the circuit years ago and often travels out of town for a fight. Fighting with your hands and tattooing do not mix. My hands were precious to me. I needed them to work my magic and see the smiles on the faces of my customers.