Throttle Me (Men of Inked #1)(27)

“Bike? Like the ones the drunks ride around here with the electric motors or are we talking smokin’ hot Harley action?”

“Smokin’ hot.”

“His name?”

“City, but it’s a nickname. When we left he asked where I wanted to go and I told him I wanted him to take me to his house. I had too much to drink because you know that just isn’t me.”

“Whatever. You’re dying to be naughty but those uptight pricks you date are missionary men. Bleh. Keep talking,” she commanded.

“Pushy wench, aren’t you? When he undresses, girl,” I sigh. “Oh. My. God. His body is covered in tattoos, his nipples are pierced, and he, and he...” I covered my mouth and tried to hide my grin.

“Breathe, Suzy. He what?”

“His penis was pierced too,” I swallowed remembering how it looked.

“Oh, now I’m enthralled. So your ass breaks down, is rescued by a sexy ass biker with tats and piercings, and…”

“I slept with him… More than once. I stayed the night and he had me before breakfast too.”

“Have you talked to him since?”

“Yes, we went on a date Saturday night and he wants to take me out again on Friday.”

“I know that look. What’s the problem?”

“He’s just not… isn’t what I’m looking for.” I frowned.

“Suzy, baby, listen to me. Do you like this man?”

“Yes.”

“As you would say, did he make your body tingle and make you scream?”

“Yes, more times than I can count.”

“Do you want to see him again?”

“I do, but…”

“F*ck buts, girl.”

“He’s a tattoo artist and lives in an old house. He just doesn’t fit my checklist. He’s a biker, Sophia. What could we possibly have in common?”

“You and your damn lists. If I had a list I wouldn’t have Kayden and Jett. I can’t imagine my life without them either. We can’t always control everything in life, sometimes life jumps up and smacks us in the face.”

“I know, Soph. He scares me,” I whispered.

“Has he hurt you?” She stood and walked toward me with her eyebrows drawn together and her mouth set in a hard line.

“No. I mean, I’m scared I could fall for him. I’ve never been with anyone like him and I want to see him again. I’ve never had that spark and with him it’s like lightning.”

Sophia sat down next to me and grabbed my face. “You listen to me, Suzy. You’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. If you want to be with him, then do it. Stop trying to fit everyone in your mold. Rules are made to be broken. Give the guy a chance, babe. He’s not asking you to marry him, is he?”

“No, he said he’s not asking me to be his girlfriend either.”

“Kayden wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, but here we are, engaged with a baby. Sometimes life doesn’t give us what we’re looking for, but it gives us what is supposed to be. We just have to be willing to take the plunge. Live a little. Take a risk for once.”

I smiled and hugged her. “You’re right, Sophia, but I need some time and distance. So, Kayden still makes you happy even after everything?” I questioned.

“I wouldn’t trade a moment I’ve had with him. He’s everything to me. My life’s complete, Suzy. You need to find that guy that makes you feel whole. The one that gives you a reason to wake up each morning.”

“So I should just enjoy the ‘ride’?” I wiggled my eyebrows at Sophia and laughed.

“In a matter of speaking, yes. Was it beautiful?”

“What?”

“His dick, Suzy. I’ve never seen a pierced one in person.”

“Oh my god, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

“I’m so excited for you, Suz.” She bounced on the cushion causing both of our bodies to shake. “When are you seeing him again?”

“Friday night. He didn’t give me an option to say no.”

“Smart man. You’re such a p-ssy at times – listen to your heart and not your mind for once, got me?”

“Yes, Mom. I understand.”

“Oh and Suzy?”

“Yes?” I turned and looked at the grinning Sophia.

“I want pictures.”

“You’re such a whore,” I laughed as I walked out the door.





Anticipation



Me: Are you in bed?

Suzy: Yes, you?

Me: Yep, just laying here thinking about you. Twenty-four hours until I hear you scream my name again.

We’d been texting all day. I never looked forward to a simple phone call or text from any chick. I ached for her. I lived with a perpetual boner now. We didn’t have an exclusive deal, but the other girls didn’t seem to do it for me anymore. My dick didn’t ache for them. It wanted Suzy and her tight, sweet p-ssy.

Suzy: What’s your real name?

I thought I told her my name, but maybe I hadn’t.

Me: Joseph.

Suzy: Can I call you Joe or Joey?

Me: You can call me anything you want, sugar.