Throttle Me(81)

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Her eyes fluttered open and her cheeks were redder from the second orgasm. “That’s how to start a day.”

“Promise.” She smiled at me, running her hands down my bare chest.

“I’d fuck you all day, but we wouldn’t get much accomplished, sugar. You’re pussy is fucking addictive.”

“Ha, your cock isn’t so bad either.”

“You know what your dirty mouth does to me.”

“No, we have too much to do, big boy.” She pushed against my chest before hopping off the dresser.

I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to me. “I’m not done with you yet, sugar. I own your ass,” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” she said, as her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth.

“What did you say?” I tried not to smile but the corner of my mouth twitched unable to hold back my happiness. As her hand fell from her lips, I gathered her face in my hands to look her in the eyes.

“I love you, Joey.”

“Sugar, I love you more than I thought I could ever love another woman. I’ve wanted to say those words to you, but I didn’t want you to freak the fuck out.”

“I do, City. I love you for everything you are. You’re everything I wanted and the only one I think about. You’ve invaded my heart and I can’t go another day without saying the words to you.”

“Say it again,” I said as I brushed my lips against her mouth.

“I love you.” The whisper of her words on my lips warmed my body and sent a shock through my system.





Christmas Blessings



The transition of having someone live with me again had been easier than I thought. After Sophia and Kayden moved out, I didn’t think I would ever allow someone else to live with me. Not because they were such a problem, but because I didn’t think I’d find I could get along with. I know I’m not the easiest person in the world and it’s a fact that I always accepted. We talked about moving into a bigger place, but I didn’t think we could afford it. My place was perfectly adequate.

It had only been a couple of weeks, but it had been wonderful. My house was small, but everything seemed to fit okay with some adjustment on both our part. I was thankful that it was Christmas break and that I’d get to spend the holidays with City and his family. My parents decided to go on a Caribbean cruise and leave me behind this year and my sister had her fiancé’s family to be with. If it weren’t for City and the Gallo family, I’d be the third wheel at Sophia’s apartment.

City had spent the morning making a special breakfast for us before heading to his parent’s house. He told me that his mother always made Panettone French toast every Christmas and he wanted to treat me to his mother’s recipe. It had been the best Christmas morning since my childhood.

I still hadn’t mastered cooking and stuck with the few dishes I could make edible. His mother had shown me some of her techniques and made notecards for me to follow, but it was useless. She would say, “No worries, love, you’ll get the hang of it. It just takes practice.” It was nice of her, but I knew, either you had it or you didn’t – I clearly didn’t.

“Ready to go, sugar?” City asked from the bathroom doorway as I finished applying my lipstick. He looked handsome in a black pair of jeans and tight grey sweater. I wanted to unwrap him like a present.

“Just about, Joey. Do I look alright?” I turned to face him and watched as his eyes traveled up the length of my body before he stared into my eyes.

“Always beautiful.” He grabbed my face and kissed my lips and the familiar want filled my body. I didn’t know if I’d ever lose that feeling with him. I hoped I never did. “No time for what you’re thinking, sugar. We can’t be late today.”

“I can wait. I’m not a total fiend.” I laughed.” Did you load all the gifts?”

“Just waiting on you, sugar.”

“Okay, I’m ready.”

He held my hand and stroked it with his thumb as he drove. He looked happier than he did when we first met. He didn’t look sad back then, but the happiness didn’t radiate off of him. It made me happy to know that I had put it there.

His parents’ driveway was packed with cars as we parked on the curb. “Looks like a full house.”

“Sugar, Italians do it big. My mom cooks for an army and invites all the neighbors to dinner.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. I didn’t get presents for everyone though.” A panicky feeling overcame me. I had met his family a couple of timed and just started to feel comfortable and now I’d have to sit in a room full of strangers.