Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(23)

The music slowed and everyone began to clap. “For our next song,” the lead singer said.

“Want another drink, sugar?”

“Yes, I’m parched.” City had me all kinds of crazy. I felt like I was drooling, but my mouth screamed for something cool and my body needed a break from the foreplay on the dance floor.

City motioned to the bartender, snapped his fingers, and pointed at me. “Aren’t you getting one?” I asked.

“Just a water. I’m driving, remember.” I respected him for sticking to his original plan. “Plus, I rather get you a little liquored up. We have an appointment down on that swing.” He pointed in the distance to a dark object.

“What’s out there?” I asked squinting and trying to get a better look, but the beach was shrouded in darkness except for the glimmer of the moon on the ocean.

“Darkness.”

“And?”

“You. Me. Darkness.” The corner of his mouth tipped up and swear to god his eyes almost twinkled.

The bartender placed the margarita in front of me and I picked it up, needing a diversion. I ran my tongue along the salt before taking a mouthful of the cool sweet liquid in my mouth. I swallowed fast and the alcohol burned my throat on the way down. I looked at City and he was watching me intently, curiously. I licked the rim again, letting the salt dance on my tongue and saw his chest expand as he breathed in quickly.

“Keep doing that, sugar, and I won’t let you take another sip.”

“What? This?” I licked the rim again; keeping my eyes trained on him, and let my tongue drift as far as I could.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand across his face.

Two can play a naughty game, City. I may not be the hussy he was used to being with, but I knew how to get a man’s attention.

Smiling against the glass as I took another sip and looked away, I pretended to be uninterested. The salt tasted good, mixed with the sweet tangy drink as I let the liquid linger on my tongue before swallowing it. My legs felt tingly as the liquor spread throughout my system.

“Damn,” I said my face becoming flush.

“What’s wrong?” he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.

“Strong drink. Guess the first one never left my system,” I said, tipping it back again and sucked down the last bit of liquid.

“That’s it. Come on, Suzy. I got something for you to lick.” He grabbed my hand and started to tug me away from the bar.

“I can’t,” I protested as I set the glass on the bar.

“Oh yes you can. You said you always follow through, and I’m cashing in on that promise, sugar.” Butterflies filled my stomach with the knowledge that we were not going to be watching the waves. City had plans for me and I couldn’t back out now.

We reached the last step on the deck and I stopped before my feet hit the sand. “Wait.” My hand fell from his. “My boots. I don’t want them to get ruined.” I tried to give an innocent smile. I really didn’t want to ruin them. They cost me more money than I wanted to admit.

He grunted and moved closer to me. We were eye to eye, with him flat on the beach and me perched on the step. He didn’t say a word as he reached down and picked me up. I laughed as he pulled me against his chest. “Wrap your arms around me.”

My laughter stopped as I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared at his face. City was beautiful, his dark features and ice blue eyes that looked clear in the moonlight stole my breath. His jaw had a shadow from the stubble and I ran my fingertips across it remembering the night before. His lips were full and beautiful and screamed to be kissed. His eyebrows were manly, yet neat – no waxing, but he groomed them. His dark hair flopped with each step and I couldn’t help but smile. He was everything I wanted and exactly the type I ran away from.

City sat down on the swing still holding me in his arms. “Straddle Me,” he growled in my ear as the swing moved back and forth.

“But people can see us.” I looked around as my heart thumped in my chest.

“Could you see the swing from up there?” he smirked.

“No, I couldn’t, but if someone catches us we could get in trouble.”

“Sugar, we won’t get in trouble and no one’s going to find us. Trust me. Now straddle me.”

I scanned the deck area and he was right – no one was looking for us or even seemed to notice that there was anyone on the beach.

“You a regular here, big boy?” I said as I adjusted my body.

“I only come out here to be alone. You’re the first girl I’ve ever brought here.”

“Hard to believe that I could be your first in anything.”

“Sugar, no bullshit. You gonna kiss me or what?” he asked, grabbing my chin.

“Depends on the what,” I said giggling, as he squeezed my waist, pulling me close, our noses touching.

“You talk big, little girl. I’m going to get that taste I’ve been looking forward to.”





Angles



I couldn’t stop the thought of Suzy moaning on my lap, facing away from me last night as I finger f*cked her. She was hesitant at first, nervous someone would see us, as I unzipped her pants enough to slide my fingertips inside. I wiped any thoughts out of her mind with a few strokes of my fingers. I watched her face as she rested her head against my shoulder – I watched her eyes roll back and a small sound escaped her lips. “Quiet, sugar,” I whispered in her ear and she obeyed. Stroking her insides, circling her clit until her body shook and her * clamped down on my fingers.