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

     



 

I can do that. She nodded. "I like that plan."

"Good." He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead and she melted a little  inside. Who knew such a rough man could be so damn gentle?

He lifted her off the bike and she marveled at how small and protected  he always made her feel. After years of walking around feeling like the  sky could come down around her at any second, it was a comfort she  craved constantly. Her feet touched the ground, and he tucked her arm  into his in a gentlemanly nature that made every protest she thought of  feel null and void.

They walked toward the dark brick building trimmed in large white  lights. When they stepped inside, it was like going through a time warp.  The hall was covered in a curved ceiling with exposed brick that made  the rich mahogany paneling on the walls and dark wood on the floor stand  out. A woman dressed in smart black slacks, and a black button down  greeted them with a bright smile.

"Welcome to The Precinct. I'm Sarah, I'll be your Maître de for the evening."

"Hi, Sarah, we have a reservation for Kolton at 8:30," Snake said.

Es surveyed the area, charmed by the attention to details. High ceilings  were accented by dazzling chandeliers of various shapes and spirals.  Her eyes lingered on the spiral shapes with hanging crystals.

"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.