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|Throttled(Men of Inked #3) by Chelle Bliss|
Chapter 1 ~ Thanksgiving
“Push,” City barked as his face turned red.
“I am pushing, damn it.” I could barely breathe.
“More, just a little bit more,” he said through gritted teeth. “One more push, sugar.”
I bored down and used my legs as leverage. My face felt prickly and I wanted to give up. It was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t do this. Why did I ever think I could? City always made my mind crazy and had me agreeing to do things I didn’t want. I knew I didn’t have the physical strength to handle this.
I grunted, exhausted. “Fuck, I give up,” I said, gasping for air but not letting go.
“You know you’re filthy mouth does wicked shit to me,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m in no mood to talk about your dick right now, Joseph.” I glared at him. Sweat broke out near my hairline as my legs began to tremble.
“As soon as we’re done, I’m going to show exactly how hard that mouth makes me.”
I glared daggers at him. I didn’t want to think about his beautiful cock. “Not happening,” I said as I pushed with all my strength. “Are you even helping?” I bit out.
“What the f**k does it look like?”
“Looks like you’re standing there getting a kick out of watching me push this damn thing by myself.” I grunted, my knuckles turning white.
“If I could push and get this shit done, I sure as f**k would, sugar. You can do this.”
I shook my head just as it slid into place. “I’m never helping you move furniture again. Shit’s for the birds.” I said as I collapsed on the bed.
The light streaming through the windows threw a shadow on the bed as City stood between my legs. “You were the one that said I shouldn’t do it alone. Who am I to stop you when you put your foot down?”
He looked like an angel with the glowing sunlight behind him. His body was just as divine as it was the night I met him over a year ago. He had a chiseled jaw covered in short dark hair, his fierce blue eyes shining as bright as the sun, his dark brown hair a mess. I wanted him just as much as I did the first time we touched.
I smiled at him as I admired his ruggedness. “You’re still recovering, City. I didn’t want you to get hurt. We didn’t have to do it right this second, I just made a suggestion.”
“Sugar, I know how you are. You don’t do suggestions. You wanted it moved and now it is.” He leaned forward, hovering over my lips. “I’m not breakable. I’m healed and got the okay to go back to full activity.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled, the man made my heart skip a beat because I loved him so much. “I didn’t know you were holding out on me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You couldn’t have moved the bed by yourself anyway. It’s too heavy.”
“I could’ve, but it was more fun to watch you struggle.” The deep vibrations of his laughter shook the bed.
I smacked his shoulder. “Could not.” I grinned.
“Could too. Where was I?” He stared into my eyes. “Ah,” he said, grinding his dick into my leg. “That filthy mouth of yours.”
“You made me this way. I used to be sweet and pure. Now look at me,” I said, digging my fingers into his thick hair.
“I’m looking, Suz, and I’m loving everything about you. I fell in love with the girl I found on the side of the road. You’re mine forever now,” he said as he pulled my arm down and placed a kiss on the diamond ring he gave me after his accident.
The happiness I felt was mixed with sorrow at the bitter memory of almost losing him. I would’ve been lost if he died that day. I never realized how full my life was and how much he meant to me until he was almost ripped from my grasp. “Always yours, City. Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips.
“There’s my cock-loving girl.” He crushed his mouth to mine, his hands sliding up the side of my tank top. His touch gave me the shivers; the deep timbre of his voice stole my breath even after a year. I couldn’t get enough. I was his cock-loving whore, but only his. He had that effect on me.
Just as the rough tip of his finger touched my nipple, an alarm sounded from downstairs. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back.
“Ugh, really?” I whined. “Can’t we just let it go for a little while longer? Please?” I begged, grinding my panties against him, feeling the hard piercing press against my clit.
He leaned his forehead against mine, drawing in a shaky breath. “We can’t. You know how my family is, I can’t ruin the turkey. I’ll never hear the end of that shit and neither will you.”
I pouted, running my fingernails up and down the back of his neck. “Five more minutes won’t matter.”
“When have we ever taken five minutes?” he asked, sitting up. “Up ya go. We have cooking to do, woman. Everyone will be here in two hours.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t just get everything pre-cooked. I survived Thanksgiving without having made everything from scratch.” I collided with his chest, peering into his baby blues with a smile.
“Gallos do not do already prepared. You watch and I’ll cook.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching under my ass and pulling me into his lap.
“How about,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the rough stubble on his face, “if I help and I get a little City appetizer before they get here.”