Throttle Me (Men of Inked #1)(8)

“What?” I asked as we both looked at her.

“I have to cancel my tow,” she said.

“Here,” I handed her my phone. “Call them back before we hit the road.”

“Thanks.” She walked away on shaky legs; the drinks must have had a greater effect on her than I had thought. She leaned on a table with the phone in her ear and her ass sticking out. Her skirt rode up, giving me a view of the back of her legs. The muscles flexed and moved as she swayed back and forth. I couldn’t imagine being tipsy and walking in those pointy f*cking shoes. Women were insane.

“Make sure her car is running good before you bring it back, got it? No shit ass job, Tank. I don’t want her breaking down on the side of the road again.”

“Got it. I don’t do half ass work, City. Got a thing for this girl?”

“I don’t have a thing for her – my dick does, but she’s just another woman. Stop busting my balls and do me this favor.”

Tank laughed. “Sure. I gotcha. I’ll take care of the car and you take care of her – get her home safely.” He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m always a gentleman, Tank.”

“Like f*ck you are, man. Kind, at times, a gentleman, never.” I heard him say as he walked away twirling her keys in his fingers.

“Okay, all done. Let’s bounce,” she said as she touched my shoulder.

Did she just say bounce? F*ck me runnin’. I was in trouble with this girl. I knew it from the moment I saw her, but my cock didn’t want to be the voice of reason – it never did – traitorous f*cker. “Let’s get you out of here and out of those shoes, Suzy.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and helped her to the door.





Down & Dirty



Did I just say bounce? Hello, the nineties want their phrase back. I’d never been the cool girl, the one that attracted the sexy guy, but hell, tonight I was in rare form. My legs felt like jelly as we walked out of the Neon Cowboy into the parking lot. I was thankful for the coolness of night and the fresh air. City made me nervous and made every part of my body scream for his touch.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his fine ass as he grabbed the helmet and turned toward me. “Can you do the helmet yourself or do you want me to do it for you?” he asked with his head cocked and a smile on his lips.

I just wanted him to touch me. “Can you do it, please? I’m worried I won’t do it right.”

“No problem, beautiful.” I closed my eyes. I could feel my body sway no matter how hard I tried to stand still. I felt amazing, like I was flying on a cloud. I opened my eyes to peek at him as he adjusted the straps. The world seemed to spin faster every time I closed my eyes. His fingers touched my skin and I swear electricity flowed through his hand. I wanted more – needed more.

“Alright, sexy. All ready.” Sexy? Oh god, I want this man. I watched as he climbed on the bike and held out his hand to me.

“Here goes nothing,” I whispered before grabbing him and climbing on the bike.

“Hold on tight.” He scooted back into my legs, my entire body felt like it was on fire as I wrapped my arms around his torso and locked my fingers together. His muscles moved underneath my fingertips and I wanted to rub them – no – I wanted to lick them. I squeezed my legs together leaving no space between us as I leaned forward resting my breasts against his back.

“Where am I going?” he asked as he started the bike and cranked the engine.

Please don’t let me be wrong. “Your place.” I held my breath as soon as I said the words and waited for him to laugh.

“You sure?” he asked in an even tone, but didn’t turn around.

I’d never been so reckless about anything in my life. “Yes, unless you don’t want to...” Did I read the signs wrong? God, what an idiot I am.

“Are you f*cking crazy? I’ve been dying to crawl inside of you since I saw you on the road. Hold on sugar, you’re in for one hell of a ride.” I tried to control my breathing, thinking about his words, but it was useless. Excitement filled me and thankfully the couple drinks helped give me courage to go home with this sexy ass man… or stupidity, but in this moment all I could think of is what the night held.

I held on for dear life as we cruised down the country roads toward his place. I didn’t even know where he lived and I wasn’t paying attention to anything but his body and how it felt against me and under my hands. Images of him naked flooded my brain as my heart raced in my chest almost as fast as the bike moved. I got lost in time and didn’t seem to worry as much as I concentrated only on his hardness.

I peeled my face from his back as the bike slowed and looked around as he backed up. A small white single story house with green shutters lay before us. His home was on a large plot of land from what I could see. The street was far away from the structure with a long driveway connecting the two.

“Change your mind, princess?” he asked.

“No, I meant every word.” My voice shook and my entire body seemed to quake.

“Climb off first, use my shoulders.”

I grabbed his shoulders and could feel the hardness. He was covered in muscle. I hadn’t felt one squishy part the entire time I had my hands on him. I’d always describe myself as a tad bit fluffy. I wasn’t lean and muscular, but I did have curves and some softness to my body, but not City – he was ripped. I pushed myself off using his shoulders as leverage and the gravel driveway made my ability to stand still and straight almost impossible. The drinks didn’t help either and the killer shoes I had on my feet didn’t allow me to grip the ground any easier.