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    Throttled(Men of Inked #3) by Chelle Bliss
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    “They’re good guys, Joe. I never take your sister around them. She and I spend time together when I come to town to see my parents or go on a run. Nothing more than that.” His eyes softened as he stared at me, the glare had vanished. “I’d never hurt your sister. We’ve been friends since we were little kids. She’d kick my ass anyway. I mean seriously, Joe, your sister doesn’t take anyone’s shit.”

    I shook my head as I laughed. “Good, Sam. Remember that. If she doesn’t get ya, I sure as f**k will.” I placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “There’s a whole line of Gallo men that have my back. Don’t get her involved in that MC, you hear me?” I raised an eyebrow as my laughter vanished.

    “I got ya, man. Your sister is the only girl that has ever earned my respect. I would never do anything to endanger her,” he said as he held out his hand to me.

    I stared at him, trying to judge his sincerity. “I’m going to hold you to your word, Sam.” I gripped his hand, squeezing it between my fingers, letting him know that I could easily over power him.

    A hand landed on my shoulder as Michael said, “What’s going on over here? While you two ladies chit chat, the real men are doing all the work.” He looked at Sam before turning to me.

    I smiled, increasing my grip on Sam’s hand. “We’re done, Mike. Just having a little heart to heart about Izzy.”

    Sam gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand away. “I got it, guys. I’ll treat your sister right.”

    “Damn right you will,” Michael said, taking a step forward.

    “What the f**k? I’ve never done anything to her.”

    “Keep it that way, Sam, and we won’t have an issue,” Michael repeated, warning Sam.

    “Boys, get your asses over here and clean some shit. Football’s on and I’m not going to miss the game. Move it,” Pop yelled, causing us all to turn.

    “Coming, Pop,” Michael said over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I think Sam has a clear enough picture of what’s at stake.”

    “I do.” He nodded, shaking out his hand after I released it.

    I grabbed the remote, turning up the volume on the football game that was just about to kick off. We finished clearing the table, loaded the dishwasher, and polished off the pots and pans while we listened to the game.

    Just as I put the last pot away, the girls walked back down the stairs. Their laughter filled the space, overpowering the sports announcer on the television. The guys had piled into the living room, making themselves at home on the couch.

    I captured Suzy’s wrist, pulling her against my chest. “What’s so funny, sugar?” I asked, rubbing my nose against her temple.

    “Just girl stuff. Did you boys have fun?” she asked, staring up at me, tears hanging in her eyes.

    “You okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” I swept my fingers underneath her eyes, catching a single tear.

    “We were laughing so hard, City. I love them so much.” She beamed.

    “I don’t think I want to know what you girls were talking about. They love you just as much, Suzy. You’re family now.” I pulled her chin up, brushing my lips against her tender skin.

    She closed her eyes, parting her mouth for me. My dick twitched, wanting to be inside of that pretty little mouth again. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I held her in place, claiming her mouth. The feel of her soft lips on mine, drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run upstairs for a quickie. She acquiesced, giving herself to me with her mouth as she snaked her arms around my body. My dick throbbed in my pants; the blowjob earlier wasn’t enough to dull the constant ache I felt when near her.

    Placing her hand on my chest, she pushed gently. “City,” she said, breathily against my lips. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking back the haze. “Later. Your family is here.”

    “I don’t give a f**k. They won’t notice if we disappear for a few minutes. I need to taste you, sugar. I need to sink my c**k in you so deep that my balls slap against your clit until you scream.” I held her in place, staring in her eyes, watching them dilate.

    “Okay,” she whispered, scrubbing her hands across my chest.

    I looked over her head at my family sitting in front of the television. “Come on, let’s sneak upstairs.” I released her neck, putting her hand in mine and pulled her toward the stairs.

    “Shouldn’t we say something?” she asked, looking back at them.

    “No, they won’t notice, I’ll be fast.” I winked at her, as we walked up the stairs.

    “We’ve gone over this. You’re never fast.”

    I reached down, picking her up from under her arms, and tossing her over my shoulder. She squealed and giggled.

    “Everything okay in there?” Ma yelled.

    “Perfect, Ma. Be right back,” I yelled down the stairs.

    “You’ve given us away.” I swatted Suzy’s ass. “Now, I have to be quick. Fuck.”

    She wiggled and laughed, grabbing my ass as I rounded the corner to our bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I released my grip, letting her body slide down mine. Her soft to my hard. I wasn’t in the mood to take her gently. She wasn’t my bride-to-be in this moment. She was mine and mine to use.

    “I don’t think–” she started to speak as I placed my finger against her lips.

    “No talking.” I shook my head, claiming her lips as I unzipped my jeans. As she walked backward, her hands found the top of my jeans. She pulled them down at the sides; my dick sprang free slapping against her arm.

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