Broken But Breathing (Jinx Tattoos Book 2)(25)

“Right this way, please.”

As they followed the tall brunette, Es took in the other rooms. The exposed brick continued throughout the restaurant. The black and white tiled floor stood out beneath the rich mahogany stools, and the large wraparound bar. The antique lamps created a feeling of opulence and craftsmanship rarely experienced in daily life. They were led into a room surrounded by stained glass windows. The tables were covered with crisp white lines. Napkins folded in large triangular shapes rested on the table in front of white plates trimmed in gold. I feel like a princess in a castle.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Snake said.

“It’s my pleasure. Your waitress, Heather, will be by shortly to take your order.” Sarah slipped away as Snake pulled out a chair.

Es sank into the plush chair. “This place is gorgeous,” she whispered.

“Yes it is,” he replied, never taking his eyes off her.

Heat filled her cheeks. She never knew a man could look hungry and enchanted at the same time. For all his tattoos, scars, and large frame, he had an inner romantic that wouldn’t quit. How could I even think of walking away from this man? She tried to think of her days without him—no texts, phone calls, visits, or plans. She’d only see him at work, and even then they’d be polite and distant. Her stomach rolled. It was inconceivable. He was her light in the dark. I am head over heels for this man. The bottom dropped out of her world, and she watched him with new eyes. He seated himself across from her and smiled. The toothy grin changed his entire appearance.

A tiny blonde with bright blue eyes and a large breasts came to their table.

“Good evening, I’m Heather, and I’ll be your waitress today,” she announced. Her gaze lingered on Snake, and Es’s hackles rose. Mine. The reaction sealed the deal. He’s got me. Time to stop fighting against gravity. Narrowing her eyes, she snapped her teeth; Heather jerked and put her professional face back on. As she stared Snake down, daring him to make a comment, he smirked and covered his amusement with a cough. It was official, they were a them. Instead of anxiety, she felt liberated.

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Full of food and a little booze, she leaned against him as they made their way toward his bike.

“My place or yours?” he asked.

“Your choice,” she said.

He arched an eyebrow. “Mine.” There’s that word again. “I think I’ll take the scenic route. You seemed to be having such a good time earlier.”

Her eyes widened. “Snake—”

“All that power between your legs vibrating feels good, doesn’t it, sweet girl?”

“Yes,” she murmured, embarrassed, but eager to see where he was going to take this.

“Why don’t we consider this a warm up for tonight?”

Butterflies flapped their tiny wings in her belly. Like a rabbit hypnotized by a snake she nodded her head.

His eyes darkened with desire. “Hold on tight to me, baby. This will be a ride unlike any you’ve ever had before.”

She whimpered and his nostrils flares.

“You want it bad, don’t you, sweet girl?”

“Oh, yes,” she rasped.

“Whatever my old lady wants, she’ll sure as hell get,” he said, turning to start the bike.

After pulling the helmet on, she fastened the chin strap. He insisted she always practice safety. It was almost a shock he let her get away with riding in a skirt tonight. If he had his way, she’d be in full leathers twenty-four-seven. The monster roared to life, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly as he pulled out. Once he got off the main drag, hit the back roads, and opened up the bike, it was like her butterfly vibrator times three. Pressure built between her legs and something clenched low in her belly. She rocked her hips, in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Wetness soaked her panties and her inner thighs. He revved the bike, and she cried out. A delicious swirl of desire began to circle inside of her. Panting, she gripped him harder as her legs shook and she came, hard. Leaning against his back, she went limp as she basked in the afterglow that never went away as the vibration continued to fan the embers left behind after her explosion.

Time distorted as they continued their trip. Suddenly, they simply reached his home.

“You okay back there?” His voice was full of amusement.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, carefully getting off the back of the bike.

“How about I make you feel a lot better?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Please,” she rasped, throwing all her apprehension out the window. She knew this man from the inside out. There was nothing left to think about. The only thing keeping her from being happy was herself. No more. I surrender. She gripped the lapels of his jacket, to stay upright as he wrapped his large hand around her neck. He tightened his hold just enough to keep her in place and made love to her mouth. The world shrank to include only this man and the way he made her feel. Her breasts swelled along with her clit and she sucked on his tongue. A moan rumbled in his chest. He tasted like whiskey and man.

Their tongues did battle—thrusting, parrying, and circling like swordsmen waiting for the perfect opening. In the end he took control, tilting her head and plundering her like a pirate trying to make his fortune. The man dominated the space around him without trying, and with him she didn’t mind being submissive. She pressed her body closer, feeling the bulge in his jeans.

They surfaced for air. “We need to get inside before I take you right here on my bike.”

Her jaw dropped.

“Oh, it’s going to happen, sweet girl. Just not our first time.” He released his hold, grabbed her hand, and they ran to the front door. Stumbling inside, he was on her before she could blink. The contrast of the cool wood against her back and his scalding body to her front wreaked havoc on her senses.

“Need you out of these clothes now.” He tugged at the hem of her skirt. “This peak-a-boo shit has been killing me.”

She laughed, breathlessly. “It’s a decent length.”

“All I can think of is what’s underneath,” he said, nibbling his way down her neck as he unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips. His fingers brushed against her flesh, setting tiny fires on her skin. She stepped out of the skirt and they continued through the living room, shedding articles of clothing. He was a broad-shouldered, scarred, lean masterpiece. There was a beauty in his imperfections. His belly wasn’t as firm as it could be, and his muscular arms were strong without requiring hours in the gym.

She skimmed her fingers down his happy trail, making his muscles jump when she brushed the top of his black boxer briefs. As they stepped into the bedroom, he turned on the light and pushed her into the wall gently. He knelt on the floor, tickling her belly with his beard while he kissed his way to the top of her panties.

“I need to taste you,” he whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the side of her pink and black polka dot panties with the lace going down the side and pulled them down her legs. Leaning in, he breathed deeply. “You smell good enough to eat, sweet girl. Put that leg over my shoulder.” Her face grew hot as she complied, opening herself to his questing tongue. He trailed his tongue down her slick center and flicked her clit gently. Her belly tightened.

She gripped his soft brown strands as he dove in like a man starved, crying out when he nudged her bundle of nerves with his nose and thrust into her with his tongue. The combination overwhelmed her. The room spun and her hips moved of their own accord. He hummed and she gripped his soft locks tauter, causing him to growl what sounded like approval. Her core throbbed, and the pressure built inside of her. The tension wound tighter and tighter. Her body shook, and she tumbled over the edge screaming his name.

He plunged two fingers inside of her, building her back up before she could come down. She flexed around him, moaning as she rocked.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Ride my fingers. I’m going to make sure you’re ready for me. Because once I’m inside this tight little pussy, I’m not stopping until I come.”

“Oh, God.”

“You like the thought of that, beautiful?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He curved his fingers and her breath stumbled.

“Right there,” she whimpered.

“Yeah? Like this.” He increased his speed.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

His eyes were melted milk chocolate as he peered up through dark lashes that should be illegal on a man.

“So wet for me. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I’m buried inside of you.” His husky voice and clever fingers had her coasting on the brink.

“Close,” she grunted.

He leaned in and sucked her clit into his mouth, and she splintered with a strangled cry.

“That’s right, give me all that cream.” Her body jerked and her eyelids slammed shut as she rode a wave of euphoria. His sweet kisses on her inner thigh brought her back.

“Xavier,” she whispered, stroking her hands through his hair.

“You ready for me, sweet girl?”

“So ready.”

He stood and lifted her into his arms. “I want to give you slow and romantic, but right now all I can think about is being buried as deep inside of you as I can and fucking you ’til we both come.”

“Shit.”

He gave a low chuckle and tossed her onto the bed. Shoving his boxers off, he crawled onto the bed, trapping her between his arms. “First thing, you’re still overdressed. Take it off.” He moved back, watching her with dark hungry eyes as she popped the back and slid it down her arms.