Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(49)
His body twitched against me before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered.
My body ached. Rolling over, I stretched out across the mattress and rested my arm across his body. Our labored breathing filled the air. My hand rose and fell with his chest as I gulped for air and tried to swallow the cotton taste from my mouth.
Neither of us spoke as we lay there. City had been more than I could ever imagine. I liked being with him. He was easy to be around. He made me feel beautiful and wanted. I needed to turn my brain off and stop thinking of the reasons I should run away from him and enjoy our time together.
I felt like I was in a dream world, half-awake as City rolled over and placed his arms around me. He kissed my face and whispered, “Night, beautiful,” in my ear.
Family Headaches
We spent a few nights together during the week, work took up our days and kept us apart, but the evening were filled with f*cking her raw and leaving no doubt in her mind of my feelings toward her. Saturday she had a wedding to attend that she’d already RSVP’d to and couldn’t change.
Locking up the shop, my phone chimed.
Bear: Get your * ass over to the Cowboy. Where the f*ck you been man?
Suzy would be gone until around midnight and a drink with the guys was in order.
Me: Headed that way *. Save me a seat and you better have a f*cking cold beer waiting for me.
Shoving the phone in my pocket, I climbed on the bike and headed toward the Neon Cowboy. Steam rose from the dampened streets as the tires parted the mist. The moonlight flashed through the trees lighting my path. The cool breeze felt good against my flesh as I barreled down the road to hang with my guys.
Walking in the bar, I took in the familiar smell of smoke, the sound of the country guitar, and the murmur of the crowd and I realized how much I missed this place.
“Yo,” Bear yelled, grabbing my attention. “I almost sent a search party looking for your ass,” he said as I approached table. Tank and the others laughed.
“I’ve been busy, f*cker.” A frosty glass sat waiting for me as I hoped it would be.
“Busy nestled between that sweet blond ass, I assume,” Tank said as he twirled the beer bottle between his fingers.
“You’re just jealous because you gotta pay for your *, shithead.”
He shrugged, bringing the bottle to his lips. “Less complicated that way. I just wanna bust a nut without the cuddling and whining.”
“You’re an *,” Frisco laughed, slapping Tank on the shoulder causing the bottle to move from his lips.
“Fucker, you made me spill my beer.”
Frisco covered his mouth with his hand, as his eyes turned into small slits. We called him Frisco because he hails from sunny California and grew up in the San Francisco area. His features were unique, his Chinese mother and American father were both evident in his features. His eyes were almond shaped and dark, his hair its pin straight, cropped at the top, and coal black. He was taller than me and thin with a slight muscular build.
“So, City, tell us about the lil’ woman? How are things going?” Bear asked changing the direction of the conversation.
I leaned back in my chair and rested the beer against my knee. “Fucking perfect.”
“You’re serious about this one?” He raised an eyebrow and studied me.
Everyone at the table stopped, turning their attention to listen to my response. “Serious as a motherf*ckin’ heart attack.” I sipped my beer, looking at their faces. Frisco smiled, Bear’s mouth hung open, and Tank scowled. “What?” I said moving the bottle from my lips.
“Didn’t think I’d see the f*cking day, dude,” Bear said with a sappy grin.
“She’s too pretty to be with your loser ass,” Tank piped in before I could speak.
“Fuck off, Tank.”
“I’m happy for you, man. This calls for another round.” Tank raised his fingers to his lips and whistled. He was so crass, but the girl always ran when she heard him call. “Another round, sweet cheeks,” he said as he patted her on the bottom.
“Hey City. Nice to finally have a gentleman back in here.” She winked at me before turning her attention back to Tank. “Anything for you, handsome?” she said running her fingers down the side of Tank’s face. He blushed as he placed his order.
“You know your ass would give up this shithole for a piece of that every night,” I said to Tank as he watched her ass swaying in her daisy dukes as she walked toward the bar.
“Won’t deny that shit,” he laughed before slapping the table roughly causing all the bottles to jump.
We talked for hours about motorcycles, tattoos, women, and of course, the bar. The guys filled me in on the events of the last week. It was always the same old bullshit – bar fights, hook-ups, and booze. The town was so small that everyone knew each other’s business and word spread like wildfire.
“Fuck,” Bear hissed. “Speaking of bitches, Kaylee was in here looking for your ass.”
“What the f*ck? When?” I gripped the bottle in my hand trying to control my anger.
“Last night. Mumbling some bullshit about how she was yours. Spreading that shit around here like it was the gospel. I told her to f*ck off,” Bear said, leaning back like he was about to beat on his chest like he’d been victorious.
Chelle Bliss's Books
- Where Shadows Meet
- Destiny Mine (Tormentor Mine #3)
- A Covert Affair (Deadly Ops #5)
- Save the Date
- Part-Time Lover (Part-Time Lover #1)
- My Plain Jane (The Lady Janies #2)
- Getting Schooled (Getting Some #1)
- Midnight Wolf (Shifters Unbound #11)
- Speakeasy (True North #5)
- The Good Luck Sister (Wildstone #1.5)