Page 29 of Throttle Me (Men of Inked 1)
started to plump my lips, soaking into my skin.
A loud knock on the window made me jump and I hit my head on the visor. “Shit,” I said. I turned to get a glimpse at my knight in shining armor, but it wasn’t City outside my car. It was a guy that looked vaguely familiar. He stood there staring at me and alarm bells went off in my head.
I cracked my window an inch, thankful I had rolled them up when I arrived. “Can I help you?”
“Why’s such a pretty lady sitting out here alone? Come inside, beautiful.”
Hell, he creeped me out. “I’m waiting for someone.” I didn’t want to hold a conversation with him. His hair was a mess, gray hair lined his face, and dirt was smeared across his tattered t-shirt. A sour smell caused me to wrinkle my nose – he’s the asshole that wouldn’t leave me alone the first time I came here until City and Bear stepped in. Shit, where’s City?
“You can wait inside, let me buy you a drink.” His face came closer to the window and I could smell the alcohol on his breath mixing with the body odor that I couldn’t escape. My heart raced and my palms started to sweat. Just stay in the car.
“Thanks, but I’m going to wait here.” I couldn’t stand looking at him anymore. Why won’t he just go away? I heard a motorcycle pull in the parking lot and come to a screeching halt next to my car. Peering through the passenger window I saw City climbing off his bike quickly and coming at the scumbag outside my window.
“Get the fuck away from her,” City roared as he stood toe to toe with the asshole.
“I just asked her to come inside for a drink.” He looked City in the eye and didn’t move. He must have a death wish.
“She doesn’t want to be bothered. Go the fuck home, you drunk bastard. Stop bothering all the ladies here or at least mine. Do I need to beat that message in your stupid ass head?” City grabbed his shirt, crumpling it in his first.
The man threw his hands up in surrender and tried to back away, but City had a firm grip on his shirt. “Come on, man. I didn’t know she’s yours. You need to keep better track of her. Pretty things disappear all the time around here.” He grinned and my skin began to crawl.
“Beat it, jackass. Next time I won’t speak. I’ll just bash your fucking head in so the only thing you can do with that mouth is drink through a god damn straw.” City released him and shoved him backward. The man stumbled before falling on his ass.
City opened my car door and held out his hand, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the guy on the ground. The look he gave me was pure hatred.
“Come on, sugar. I’m here, he won’t bother you.”
Placing my hand in his, I didn’t say a word as I closed my door. I stayed close as we approached the bar. My nerves were shot and I needed that drink more than ever.
He stopped, grabbing my arm turning me to face him. “Are you okay, Suzy?”
“Yeah, Joey. He didn’t hurt me, but he’s creepy as hell.”
He wrapped his arms around me, cocooning me. Melting into him, I buried my face in his shirt. Unlike the man from the parking lot, City smelled amazing – the mix of musky cologne with his natural scent. My hand drifted across his chest until I found the piercing I’d become fond of touching. “Sugar, keep doing that and we won’t make it through the first drink before I take you in the bathroom and fuck you raw.”
I leaned back with a smirk on my face. “I can’t help myself. It’s nice to finally touch you after such a long week.” I buried my face in his shirt again, not letting go of the little metal object attached to his body.
“I have another piercing that could use some attention,” he said through clenched teeth as he grinded his cock against me.
“Nah, I’m good. Drink first, then you can do anything you want to me.”
Did I just say that? I needed to learn to filter my promises – he was not a bland and boring lover – he liked his sex hard, fast, and he had mentioned my ass. Don’t even think about it.
“Anything?” he whispered.
“Within reason.” I smiled against his chest – thank God my face was hidden.
“That’s my girl. Always thinking.” He laughed and wrapped me under his arm before walking through the doors of the Neon Cowboy and into the firing squad of males that had egos to protect and manhood to showoff. Lord, help me.
The guys I’d met the first night insisted that we sit with them. I reassured City that it was fine as long as he never left my side. The asshole in the parking lot already put me on edge and a table full of strangers didn’t help put my mind at ease.
Bear and Tank talked me into lemon drop shots and beer. I couldn’t exactly order my virgin daiquiri sitting at table full of bikers. I tried to fit in, calm my nerves, and get in the right frame of mind for my ‘kidnapping’. I listened to them talk about bikes and tats - a world foreign to me, but still entertaining. They looked scary but they were good guys that just wanted to hang out, drink beer, and bullshit.
Bear looked just like his nickname – wild, curly overgrown hair, a beard, big, and burly. When he stood, I could picture him like a grizzly bear on its hind legs ready to attack. When he spoke about his kids and old lady, he reminded me more of a teddy bear. I quickly learned my first impression of him had been wrong and I needed to be more open-minded. Wilder shit had happened.
“What are you two kids doing tonight?” Bear asked as he washed down the last sip of beer.
I felt the heat crawling up my face and I couldn’t answer his question. I sat there and stared at City. I’d let him field that question.
“Nothing much, Bear. Just going to kidnap this beautiful creature and use her how I see fit.” He winked at me and looked at Bear with a cocky smile.
I glanced around the table and everyone was staring at me. I’m sure the picture in their mind was accurate minus the actual kidnapping part.
Bear slapped City on the back. “That’s my boy,” he said with a laugh.
City leaned over and nuzzled his face in my hair. “Why don’t you head out and I’ll find you, sugar,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered at his words. I wanted him to play this game.
I turned my face and kissed him on the lips. “Yes, sir. Catch me if you can.” The guys at the table started to hoot and holler as I stood from the table almost knocking over my chair as City caught it. “Sorry about that,” I said as I stood on shaky legs.
“Get going, sugar.” City swatted me on the ass and I yelped. I shouldn’t have done that last shot.
I kept my eyes on the floor making sure not to trip on my way out the door. My eyesight felt fuzzy and my head was cloudy from the vodka. I turned to look back at City before walking out the door. Every man at that table stared at me. City looked excited as he winked at me with a tilted grin that made my panties wet, but the rest of them looked in shock. Maybe City had clued them in on our little role playing adventure that lay ahead.
I smiled and waved, the cool air touched my skin and I walked outside to wait for my captor to find me. My heart thundered and my stomach gurgled as I made my way toward my car. I was ready for him.
What Dreams Are Made Of…
“Were you being fucking serious?” Tank leaned forward and wanted an answer.
“About what? Using her?”
“Fuck, all of it,” he said with an eyebrow raised and one side of his mouth curved in a smile.
“All of it. I got to go boys. Time to go find my victim for the night.” I stood from the table and threw a fifty down. “You gentleman have a good night with that image rolling around in your head right now.”
They couldn’t even begin to process what we were really going to do. They thought kidnap was just a nice way of saying I was going to take her away from the bar and have sex with her, but I was going to literally kidnap her.
“Can one of you take my bike home tonight and I’ll grab it in the morning?” I asked before walking away.
“I’ll take it,” Bear said. “I’ll tow it to Tanks’ shop.”
“Thanks man, m
y dick thanks you too,” I laughed as I tossed him the keys.
“At least someone’s prick will be happy tonight,” Bear mumbled as he placed the keys in his jacket pocket.
I didn’t say anything, but couldn’t stop laughing. Poor bastards.
Rolling my neck as I headed for the door, cracking it almost like I was prepping for a game. I’d give Suzy everything she wanted and more.
“City!” A voice rang through the crowd. Fuck. “City!” A hand waved above the crowd and I knew the voice but pretended not to hear her.
I didn’t turn around, but walked faster until a hand wrapped around my arm.
“Oh, Kaylee, I didn’t see you.”
“I was screaming your name,” she huffed, trying to catch her breath.
“Didn’t hear you either. I’m in a hurry and got to go.”
“I’ve missed you, City.” She tried to wrap her arms around me, but I grabbed them and forced them away.
“Stop, Kaylee. I really don’t have time for this shit.”
“You’ve always had time for me before.” She pouted and tried to play the guilt card.
“I don’t now. I have to go meet my girlfriend,” I said hoping she’d get the fucking hint.
“Girlfriend? Since when?” she looked in shock as she held my arm, digging her nails into my flesh.
“Bye, Kaylee. I don’t have time for a goddamn chitchat. My girl’s waiting for me and I don’t mean you.”
I left her there with her mouth open and gulping for air like a fish. I needed to get to Suzy. I’d already left her entirely too long outside by herself. Damn it. She had to be in knots by now, but then again, it probably helped build her excitement.
Rubbing my face as I walked outside, I couldn’t believe fucking Kaylee. I was supposed to be only moments behind Suzy; she’d fumbled with her keys trying to unlock her car when I grabbed her from behind. She could’ve changed her mind and gone home with the amount of time that had elapsed.
Her car was parked in the same spot but her door was open and she wasn’t inside. I looked around – where the fuck was she? I studied every inch of the parking lot, but couldn’t see her. My heart thundered in my chest. I felt sick. I heard a muffled cry but couldn’t tell where it came from over the street noise. “Suzy,” I screamed, panic taking hold.
Her purse lay on the ground near her car; I just had to find her. I couldn’t stand there and wait any longer. I had to move. I ran into the woods behind her car and surveyed the area. Listening for any sound, a man’s voice caught my attention, faint but enough to pull my attention to behind the bar.
I ran in the direction of the noise and saw a man on top of a woman, Suzy, raising his fist before striking her. “You bitch,” he seethed. It was the motherfucker that had bothered her earlier when I arrived.
