Throttled, page 1
part #1.5 of Men of Inked Series
Throttled Copyright © 2014 Chelle Bliss
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Published: Chelle Bliss July 27th 2014:
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This book is intended for a mature audience only.
Throttled is dedicated to everyone
who fell in love with City and wanted more.
I wrote this for you.
Chapter 1 ~ Thanksgiving
“Push,” City barked as his face turned red.
“I am pushing, damn it.” I could barely breathe.
“More, just a little bit more,” he said through gritted teeth. “One more push, sugar.”
I bored down and used my legs as leverage. My face felt prickly and I wanted to give up. It was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t do this. Why did I ever think I could? City always made my mind crazy and had me agreeing to do things I didn’t want. I knew I didn’t have the physical strength to handle this.
I grunted, exhausted. “Fuck, I give up,” I said, gasping for air but not letting go.
“You know you’re filthy mouth does wicked shit to me,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m in no mood to talk about your dick right now, Joseph.” I glared at him. Sweat broke out near my hairline as my legs began to tremble.
“As soon as we’re done, I’m going to show exactly how hard that mouth makes me.”
I glared daggers at him. I didn’t want to think about his beautiful cock. “Not happening,” I said as I pushed with all my strength. “Are you even helping?” I bit out.
“What the fuck does it look like?”
“Looks like you’re standing there getting a kick out of watching me push this damn thing by myself.” I grunted, my knuckles turning white.
“If I could push and get this shit done, I sure as fuck would, sugar. You can do this.”
I shook my head just as it slid into place. “I’m never helping you move furniture again. Shit’s for the birds.” I said as I collapsed on the bed.
The light streaming through the windows threw a shadow on the bed as City stood between my legs. “You were the one that said I shouldn’t do it alone. Who am I to stop you when you put your foot down?”
He looked like an angel with the glowing sunlight behind him. His body was just as divine as it was the night I met him over a year ago. He had a chiseled jaw covered in short dark hair, his fierce blue eyes shining as bright as the sun, his dark brown hair a mess. I wanted him just as much as I did the first time we touched.
I smiled at him as I admired his ruggedness. “You’re still recovering, City. I didn’t want you to get hurt. We didn’t have to do it right this second, I just made a suggestion.”
“Sugar, I know how you are. You don’t do suggestions. You wanted it moved and now it is.” He leaned forward, hovering over my lips. “I’m not breakable. I’m healed and got the okay to go back to full activity.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled, the man made my heart skip a beat because I loved him so much. “I didn’t know you were holding out on me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You couldn’t have moved the bed by yourself anyway. It’s too heavy.”
“I could’ve, but it was more fun to watch you struggle.” The deep vibrations of his laughter shook the bed.
I smacked his shoulder. “Could not.” I grinned.
“Could too. Where was I?” He stared into my eyes. “Ah,” he said, grinding his dick into my leg. “That filthy mouth of yours.”
“You made me this way. I used to be sweet and pure. Now look at me,” I said, digging my fingers into his thick hair.
“I’m looking, Suz, and I’m loving everything about you. I fell in love with the girl I found on the side of the road. You’re mine forever now,” he said as he pulled my arm down and placed a kiss on the diamond ring he gave me after his accident.
The happiness I felt was mixed with sorrow at the bitter memory of almost losing him. I would’ve been lost if he died that day. I never realized how full my life was and how much he meant to me until he was almost ripped from my grasp. “Always yours, City. Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips.
“There’s my cock-loving girl.” He crushed his mouth to mine, his hands sliding up the side of my tank top. His touch gave me the shivers; the deep timbre of his voice stole my breath even after a year. I couldn’t get enough. I was his cock-loving whore, but only his. He had that effect on me.
Just as the rough tip of his finger touched my nipple, an alarm sounded from downstairs. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back.
“Ugh, really?” I whined. “Can’t we just let it go for a little while longer? Please?” I begged, grinding my panties against him, feeling the hard piercing press against my clit.
He leaned his forehead against mine, drawing in a shaky breath. “We can’t. You know how my family is, I can’t ruin the turkey. I’ll never hear the end of that shit and neither will you.”
I pouted, running my fingernails up and down the back of his neck. “Five more minutes won’t matter.”
“When have we ever taken five minutes?” he asked, sitting up. “Up ya go. We have cooking to do, woman. Everyone will be here in two hours.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t just get everything pre-cooked. I survived Thanksgiving without having made everything from scratch.” I collided with his chest, peering into his baby blues with a smile.
“Gallos do not do already prepared. You watch and I’ll cook.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching under my ass and pulling me into his lap.
“How about,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the rough stubble on his face, “if I help and I get a little City appetizer before they get here.”
He smirked, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You want to cook?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I want cock and for that I’ll cook.” I smiled, nipping his lips.
“You got yourself a deal, sugar,” he said as he grabbed my sides and tossed me on the bed and ran. I giggled and kicked, hopping off to run after him.
Chapter 2 ~ Gallo Family Thanksgiving
“You look flushed, dear,” Ma said to Suzy as she hugged her. “Are you feeling well?”
I covered my mouth, hiding the smile while Suzy blushed an even deeper shade of red.
“I’m just fine, Mrs. G.” Suzy glared at me as she patted my ma’s back.
“Are you sure?” Ma rested her hand on Suzy’s stomach. “No bun in the oven yet?”
Oh, fuck. Suzy was about to pop her lid. I looked down, holding my face in my hand, unable to look Suzy in the eyes.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. No bun, Mrs. G.”
“It’s okay, love, and stop with the Mrs. G. Call me Ma. Soon it will be official.”
“Yes, Ma.”
I couldn’t look up. Pissed off Suzy was too damn cute and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop my laughter.
“Son.” My ma rested her hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Mama.” I wrapped my arms around her and snuck a glance at my bride to be. She had my pop’s full attention.
“Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” She kissed my cheek, standing on her tiptoes.
“You too, Ma. Thanks for pissing Suzy off for me.” I laughed.
“Just don’t want anyone to forget about a grandbaby,” she smiled innocently.
“We wouldn’t forget, Ma. We watch you knit every Sunday.”
“Crochet,” she corrected me. “Is she really okay? I haven’t seen her so red in a while.”
I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out. “She’s just fine, Ma. She had her hands full before you got here.” I looked over my ma’s shoulder, winking at Suzy.
Her mouth dropped open as she realized what I said. Before my parents walked in the door, she was on her knees sucking me off. Her hand cupped my balls while the other stroked my shaft. Pure motherfucking heaven.
“I know Thanksgiving is a lot of work, Joseph. We appreciate all your hard efforts.” She wrapped her hands around my back and turned toward Suzy. “It means a lot us.”
“It was hard,” I coughed, “work, Ma, but Suzy took it like a champion.” My body shook against my mother as I placed a kiss on her hair.
Suzy’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “Just a little thing, Ma,” Suzy said and then laughed.
I nodded to Suzy, impres
“The house looks amazing, son.” He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a giant bear hug. I loved that my father wasn’t afraid to show us how much he cared.
“We just finished everything last week. I don’t ever want to build another house again. What a pain in the ass!” I said as I smacked him on the back.
“The fireplace framed by the ceiling to floor windows is breathtaking,” Ma said, as she walked to look out at the windows. There was a large pool with a waterfall on the lanai.
“I always thought you’d go with more of a classic Florida style of architecture, but I must say, I love the log cabin look. Reminds me of when your ma and I would take trips to the mountains before we had you kids.” He walked next to Ma and placed his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder, slowly stroking her skin while they rested their heads together.
Ma patted his hands and then turned. “Where’s the nursery?” she asked with a large smile on her face.
“It’s a spare bedroom, Ma,” I said, trying not to laugh. The woman was relentless.
“Someday there will be a baby in there,” she said, pointing at Suzy.
A change of subject was needed quickly. “Want a drink, Pop?” I asked, wrapping my arm around him, leading him into the kitchen.
“I’d love a stiff one,” he replied, looking around the finished living room.
“Yeah, Suzy had one before you got here.” I smiled, looking back at her over my shoulder.
“I’ll get it for you, Mr. G,” Suzy said as she walked by and elbowed me in the ribs. “Why don’t you show your parents all the hard work we’ve done?”
I hunched over, feeling the sting of her boney elbow as I pretended to catch my breath. “Sure.” I smiled at her.
Suzy was a vision. Skin slightly pink and pale, blonde hair flowing down her back with her knee length white sundress. She looked like an angel, but I knew the truth. The girl came off as sweet and innocent, but she was a tiger and had developed quite a liking for curse words. I rubbed off on her. To say I was proud to call her mine was a complete understatement.
“The house is beautiful,” Ma said as she grabbed my arm. “You trying to kill her?” she whispered as we walked into the great room.
“Ma, she gives as good as she gets.”
“I’m sure, baby,” she said as she patted my stomach. “Wow, the fireplace really turned out better than I thought.”
I looked at it with pride. It took me days to get it just right, laying each stone one at a time. “Thanks, it was worth all the hours.” The rounded river rock made it a challenge but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let it beat me.
Ma touched the stones and ran her hand across the large wooden mantle. “I’m speechless. The entire place is…” She smiled, looking around.
“I know, Ma. It’s perfect. Turned out better than I could’ve dreamed.”
“Here’s your drink Mr. G,” Suzy said as she handed him a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
A loud pounding on the door made my mother jump. “I’ll get it.”
Suzy nodded. “I’ll show them around.”
The banging continued. “Jesus,” I yelled as I opened the door.
Mike’s fist stopped in mid-air, as he was about to land another blow. “Sorry, didn’t think you heard me.”
“I think the dead heard you, brother.” I opened the door, letting him inside. His overly sized body hid Mia. “Hey, Doc. How the hell are ya?” I asked Mia as Michael walked inside.
She smiled, holding out her hand to me. I shook my head, grabbing her and pulled her to my chest. “I want a hug. We’re beyond handshakes, Doc. You’ve seen me naked for shit’s sake.” I laughed, feeling her tense in my arms.
She blushed, her cheeks turning red as she pulled away. “Well, um...”
“It’s okay, Mia. I was dying and you saved me. I’m just harassing you.”
She swallowed, looking at Mike before turning back to me. “You know how your brother gets.” She chewed her lip as she looked around my body to Mike.
“Don’t worry. He doesn’t give a shit about me. He knows I have my girl. Come on in.” I stepped aside letting her pass. “How’s the clinic?” I asked as I followed her toward the sound of Mike’s voice.
“I promise I didn’t look, by the way.” She winked with a small smile on her face. “It’s so great, Joe. You’re family has done so much.” She smiled, stopping at the counter to watch everyone else in the great room.
“Mia,” Ma said, holding out her arms.
I smiled as Suzy wrapped her arms around me, placing her head on my chest. Life couldn’t get much better than this. Mike and Pop sat on the couch talking, Ma and Mia greeted each other, and Suzy was at my side.
The front door opened and I turned to see who it was. We were only missing Izzy and Anthony. “Smells damn good in here,” Izzy said as she walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, sis,” I said, walking over to hug her.
“I brought someone, I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled, looking up into my eyes. Izzy was never this sweet.
“Who?” I asked, looking up.
Anthony waved and stepped aside. Fuck. “Really?” I whispered in her ear, grabbing her by the shoulder.
“Come on, Joey. He didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was in town and I told him he could spend the day with us. I know you made enough food for an entire army.” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“He’s here now.” I shook my head, looking down at her. “Next time ask, Izzy.”
“Okay,” she whispered in my chest, squeezing me before ducking under my arms.
I held out my hand to Sam as Anthony walked by and grimaced. He felt the same way I did about this fucker. “Nice to see you again, Sam.”
He placed his hand in mine, gripping it roughly. “I go by Flash now.”
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Welcome to my home,” I said, pulling him close as I crushed his fingers in my grip. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll fucking bury you. Got me?”
“Easy now, City. I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re just friends.” He stood toe to toe to me, gripping my shoulder.
“I don’t care who the fuck you think you are or what MC you’re in. You’re still Sam to me and I can still whip your ass. Just so we’re clear.” I glared at him. Who the fuck did this punk think he was?
Suzy’s arms slid around me as her tits crushed against my back. “Everything okay, baby?” she asked.
“Just perfect, sugar. This is Sam, Izzy’s friend.”
She released me and held out her hand to him. “Hi, Sam, I’m Suzy. Nice to meet you,” she said smiling, unaffected by his inability to dress up. He had on his MC cut and jeans, classy for the holidays.
“It’s my pleasure, Suzy.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
I growled, wanting to punch him in the face. His eyes flickered to me, his lips turning up in a half-smirk before he looked back to Suzy.
“Joe’s a very lucky man. I hope you don’t mind me crashing the party.” Sam’s eyes flickered to me with a shitty grin before looking at Suzy. I wanted to rip his head off, the fucking weasel.
“Not at all. Come on in and make yourself at home.” Suzy said with a smile.
As Sam walked past me, I glared at him but I knew I should be nice. Suzy stood on her tiptoes, rubbing my cheek and stared at me with her head tilted. “What’s wrong, City?”
I looked down at her, giving her a half-smile. Her kind eyes and big heart always did a number on me. “Nothing, sugar. I just don’t like him.”
“I’m sure he’s harmless. Let’s enjoy our first Thanksgiving in our new home.”
I kissed her hair, taking in the coconut sweetness on the silk strands. “Harmless isn’t a word I’d use to describe Sam, but you’re right, let’s enjoy it.”
“No more sex references either,” she said as she pinched my ass.
“Sugar, I make no promises when it comes to you and that sweet pussy,” I said as I crushed my lips to hers, stealing her breath.
Chapter 3 ~ The Dinner
“What still needs to be done, dear?” Mrs. G asked as I sipped my white wine. “We’re just over a week away.” She smiled, her eyes soft. I knew she was happy and excited. The wedding was all we talked about anymore.
“I think everything is ready. I have a couple to do lists, but it’s last minute stuff.” I set my fork down, unable to take another bite. “Maybe you can look over the seating chart with me one more time while the boys watch football after dinner.”
Her teeth sparkled, as her smile grew wide. “I’d love to help.”