chair, tossing garbage that was on his station in the trash. “Up for it?”
“I’m famished,” she responded, walking toward me.
I slid my arm around her, tucking her under my arm. “How was the room, love?”
“It’s beautiful. Way nicer than I’d expect for a room that inflicts so much pain.”
“It’s not painful, Ma,” Mike stated, shaking his head as he locked up the register. “Some find it a turn-on actually.”
Maria’s body jerked as she turned toward Anthony. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope,” Mike replied with a small smile.
“I finally understand when Izzy says it’s too much information. I don’t want to know anymore. Take me to lunch.”
“Anything you want, my love.” I smiled at her, holding her by the shoulder as we walked toward the door. “We’ll wait for you outside while you lock up,” I said, pushing opening the door and walking outside with Maria.
“I’m proud of them, Sal. They’ve done so well, you know?”
I stopped, moving her body in front of mine. Holding her face in my hands, I kissed her lips, inhaling her scent. “I do. They’re great kids. You’ve blessed my life more than I can ever express, Maria. I’m eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for our family. My family.”
“I couldn’t have done it without such an amazing husband,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against mine.
“I can’t wait to get you home.” I kissed her again, taking my time as I held the back of her neck, pulling her body against mine.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmured against my lips.
“Only for you.”
I slid my hands down her back, groping her ass and grinding my cock against her. “This is only for you.”
“Sal,” she moaned, her body stiffening as the door opened behind us.
“Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” Anthony said, walking past us with a small smile on his face.
“How do you think you were all born?” I asked, releasing Maria from my grasp and holding her hand.
“I like to believe it was like the Immaculate Conception,” Izzy stated, standing behind us as we walked into the parking lot.
“Someday you’ll have someone you can’t keep your hands off of, baby girl,” Maria said, squeezing my hand as we approached the car.
“Shh,” I whispered. “I don’t want to hear that.” I wrinkled my nose, unable to think of my daughter as anything but a little girl.
“Enough talking about love and all that mushy shit,” Anthony said, opening the car doors for everyone to pile in. “One car?” he asked, turning to face me as I was about to open our car door for Maria.
“Where are we going?” I asked, opening the passenger door for my lovely wife.
“Let’s hit the diner down the street. They have amazing burgers,” Joe said, climbing in the passenger seat of Anthony’s SUV.
“We’ll meet you kids there. I want to be alone with your mother, and then we can head home from there.”
“Okay, Pop,” Anthony replied, jogging around to the driver’s side as the rest of the gang piled into the vehicle.
I closed Maria’s door, strolling to my side and climbing in. Starting the car, I placed my hand on the back of her seat, looking back before pulling out.
“We could’ve gone with the kids, Sal.”
I shook my head, looking at my beautiful wife. “Not as long as I have a hard-on. I don’t know what has gotten into me, Mar, but I feel like I did when I was twenty-five.” I pulled out of my parking spot, following behind Anthony as we left the parking lot.
“They say we only get better when we age.” Maria smiled, touching my cheek with her soft fingers.
“I can’t wait to see what the next thirty years holds, love,” I said, bringing her hand to my lips, kissing each finger tenderly as I drove.
“Me either, Sal. There’s no one else I’d rather spend it with.”
I don’t know what I did to deserve such a blessed life. To have the love of a good woman, amazing children who have grown up to be spectacular adults, and health on our side—it was more than I could’ve ever dreamed for when I was young. I was a proud father and husband, the best thing in the world.
I had a feeling the best was yet to come.
Men of Inked Series
Reading Order
Throttle Me - Book 1 - Joe’s Story
Hook Me - Book 2 - Mike’s Story
Throttled - Novella - Joe & Suzy
Resist Me - Book 3 - Izzy’s Story
Resisting - Izzy & James before the story
Uncover Me - Book 4 - Thomas’ Story
Untitled - Book 5 - Anthony’s Story
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The Darkness
The moonlight filtered through the pine trees lining the fields, leaving shadows on the pavement. The crisp air that had been missing for months caressed my skin. Cranking up the radio, I sang along to Justin Timberlake’s “Rock Your Body.” It was just the cool breeze, JT, and me. I couldn’t wait to crawl in my bed and close my eyes, getting lost in a dream world that had nothing to do with my current reality.
The night had been perfect. I’d had dinner and drinks with my best friend, Sophia, and although I was exhausted from a long workday, I felt a sense of serenity. Spending time with Sophia always made me happy. She was like a sister to me, especially when she had lived with me for over a year. I felt like part of me had been missing since the day she moved out, leaving me behind.
Dancing in the seat, screaming out the lyrics, I thought about how I wanted someone that would do everything the song described. No one had ever made me feel the way that JT sang about women. The steering wheel shook in my hands and a screeching sound pulled me out of my JT trance.
“Damn it,” I said, hitting the steering wheel with my palm.
The orange flash from my hazards blinked against the dark pavement as I pulled off the road and my car sputtered to a stop. Bad luck seemed to follow me. I squeezed the steering wheel, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. I knew the day would come, the day my car would die, but I prayed it would happen after my next paycheck…no such luck.
Resting my head on the wheel, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Great, just fucking great.” I rocked back and forth, feeling sorry for myself, hitting my head on the cool plastic. I thought about whom to call or where to walk. I hadn’t passed a gas station or even a damn streetlight in miles. Without picking up my head, I reached
for my phone, bringing it to my eyes.
