[Men of Inked 01.0 - 03.0] Volume 1

by Chelle Bliss

  Mia: I’ll be done in thirty.

  Me: I’ll be in my car waiting or do you want to meet at my place?

  Mia: Meet you at your place.

  Me: Hungry?

  Mia: Famished.

  Me: I’ll have food, cock, and a comfy bed waiting for you.

  Mia: What if I don’t want it in that order?

  Me: I offer—you choose.

  I laughed, shaking my head. I really liked her.

  Mia: I’ll be there in one hour.

  Me: Don’t keep me waiting.

  I approached my car with a giant smile on my face, and tucked the phone in my pocket. A white piece of paper flapped under my wiper, catching my eye. I ripped it off the windshield and glanced at it before crumpling it in my fist. Slowly, I peeled the crushed paper apart and stared at it.

  Mikey,

  You can’t just leave us like this. How can you deny your own son? I’ll never let you go. You’re mine and we’re yours.

  I’ll fight for you until my last breath.

  I sighed, wanting to vomit, and crumpled the paper before throwing it on the ground. I’d deal with her shit soon and end her games.

  Crazy and me did not fucking mix.

  16

  Mia

  I snuggled against Michael and relished the stark contrast of his warm skin and the cool sheets against my body.

  The soothing of his hand as he rubbed the back of my arm made me melt into him. I slowly moved my fingers over the scruff lining his jawbone; each hair tickled my fingertips. The coarseness on my skin felt like tiny shock waves moving through my hand. Listening to the beat of his heart, I drifted to sleep.

  “Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, waking me.

  “Mm.” I was too tired to speak.

  “I need you.” His lips brushed against my ear as his hand caressed the skin just above my underwear.

  “Yeah,” I whispered, pushing my ass against his hardness, still feeling half asleep.

  He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, and his fingers dipped inside my panties. His breath felt hot and sounded heavy against my ear. Raking his fingers through my wetness, he moaned as he found my clit.

  His damp fingers moved rhythmically against my tender flesh. I squirmed, a small moan escaping my lips. Arching my back, I pushed my ass against his erection. Moisture pooled between my legs; I needed more than his hand to dull the ache.

  Moving away from my body, he placed me on my back without speaking. I didn’t have to wait as I heard the crinkle of the wrapping before the bed dipped as he crawled between my legs.

  I blinked through blurry eyes and watched his dark figure kneeling before me as he slid on the condom.

  Leaning over my body, he whispered against my lips, “You okay, Mia?”

  “Yes,” I said in a sleepy voice, still not fully awake.

  When he stroked the head of his cock against my opening, my eyes flew open. He thrust himself inside, waking me.

  Warm hands pressed against my ribs before holding my arms above my head.

  I relaxed my arms under his grip, enjoying the small grunts that filled the room and the feel of him inside me.

  He pumped into me slowly, caressing my insides. Moaning, I felt the orgasm hovering just out of reach. I need more friction, more power to push me over the edge. I wrapped my ankles around his legs, as the pressure from the piercings hit me deep and in just the right way, sending a shock wave through my system.

  The force of his thrust increased as he fucked me relentlessly. My fingers curled around his as he held my arms against the pillow. Wet warmth against my nipple made my body jerk. The sensations were overwhelming in my sleepy state.

  As he bit down, I cried out, pleasure radiating throughout my body.

  I pushed my head against the pillow; my arms grew rigid under his hold and my breathing halted. In the darkness, my eyes filled with vivid colors as the orgasm tore through me. Feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of me, I grew limp under him as he chased his release. Ramming his cock inside me over and over again, Michael cried out, body shaking until he collapsed on top of me.

  Rolling away, he snapped the condom, pulling it off. The bed moved as he rolled over, wrapping his arms around me. Michael Gallo spooned.

  “Sleep, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, planting a soft kiss against my hair.

  I closed my eyes, shuffling my ass back, leaving no space between us.

  The peace I knew only when in his arms returned as I drifted back to sleep.

  Michael seemed on edge when we woke. We both needed the gym to relax and unwind.

  I touched his arm as he drove, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He’s going to be okay, you know that, right?” I asked, hoping to make him feel better.

  He nodded his head. “Yeah, I know.”

  I studied his profile. His forehead was crinkled and his eyes seemed vacant. His sparkle and dirty humor had evaporated somewhere between falling asleep and our drive to the gym.

  “What’s wrong, then?”

  “Just some stuff on my mind. It has nothing to do with us, Mia. Just some bullshit going on.”

  “I’m a good listener, Michael.” I rubbed his arm, wanting him to share his worries with me.

  Looking over at me, he exhaled and frowned. “I imagine you are, but some things are for me to deal with.”

  I pulled my hand back, placing it in my lap. “Okay,” I said, looking out the window. I didn’t have anything else to say.

  We pulled into the gym parking lot after riding in silence. He could say whatever was on his mind had nothing to do with us, but I knew bullshit when I heard it.

  He reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze, as we walked into the gym.

  “I’m going to run on the treadmill, want to come?” I asked.

  “Nah, I need to lift some weights.” Bending down, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll catch you in a bit.”

  It felt platonic and impersonal, unlike the sex we’d had during the night.

  “Don’t forget me, handsome.” I started to walk away and looked back at him with a smile. That just sounded needy and totally not me.

  He had scrambled my brains.

  He grabbed my arm, drawing me to his body. “I could never forget about you, Mia. You need to stop that thought right there. There’s no other woman I think about.” He swatted my ass and whispered, “Off you go. No checking out anyone but me. Got it?”

  Yes, the playful Michael was back!

  As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder. “I can’t help if someone is in my line of vision. What are you going to do about it, big boy?” I smirked.

  His mouth broke out in a drop-dead sinful grin. “I have my ways of making you pay.” He winked, and I wanted to jump in his arms and capture his mouth in a kiss.

  Whatever had been on his mind in the truck had vanished.

  Butterflies filled my stomach as I walked a little bit faster before he sidetracked us both.

  “You know where to find me.” Using my thumb, I pointed to the treadmills over my shoulder. I turned around, relieved to have a few minutes to myself.

  The man had seemed simple to read until today.

  I jogged on the treadmill, catching up with my emails. I’d been trying to finish reading a book for a week with no luck, and I used the time to read while I ran. After each page, I watched Michael for a moment before continuing to read.

  He started with free weights for his arms. He looked in a mirror, studying his movement, and our eyes met from time to time.

  He was stunningly handsome, with rippling muscles and not a lick of fat on him. I knew he worked out like a beast, but for God’s sake, couldn’t the man have a pinch of something somewhere? I loved the feel of his rock-hard body against mine.

  He put the bar behind his head, squatting slowly before standing with a grunt. His face turned red and a vein protruded from his forehead with each lift.

  I licked my lips, my book no longer interesting, as I kept m
y eyes glued to him. That was how he kept that rock-hard ass and the tree-trunk thighs.

  I stared, mesmerized by his ass, watching it move up and down. Every muscle in his body rippled as he removed his shirt before lifting the weight again.

  Holy fuck, he was hot.

  He grunted with each squat. It was different than the one I heard during sex. This was a grunt of exertion and strain, not of pleasure. The effect it had on me was the same. My face grew flushed, as my core convulsed and my heart pounded against my chest. I grabbed the towel off the bar and blotted the skin around my neck.

  Our eyes were glued to each other as we moved around the gym. The air between us was thick, the lust evident to anyone paying attention. He placed the weights on the floor and dried off his damp flesh.

  I wanted to lick the sweat off his body, and I wasn’t a girl that usually enjoyed a sweaty man.

  His smile grew larger the closer he came to me before stopping between my legs.

  He stood between my legs, staring down at me as I lifted the weight. “Need some help?”

  “Nope, I got this. Twenty-four,” I said as I pushed the bar up, trying to ignore his eyes raking over my body. “Twenty-five,” I grunted, latching it in place, trying to catch my breath. “You shouldn’t gawk, Michael.” I smiled up at him, breathing heavily.

  “I’m not gawking, Mia. I’m just undressing you in my mind and fantasizing about all the dirty shit I’m going to do to you when I get you back to my place.”

  My mouth gaped open as I sat up and stared. My attempt to slow my breathing was crushed by his words. The dull ache between my legs turned into a throb.

  He touched my sternum, following the path the beads of sweat had traveled into my cleavage. “I want you this sweaty when you’re under me, coming on my dick, screaming for me to stop.” He kissed me whisper light, before backing away with a grin.

  Smug bastard.

  17

  Michael

  Pointing to the erection about to burst through my sweatpants, I said, “I can’t believe you’re going to leave me like this, doc.”

  “Yep.” She nodded. “You’ll survive; it’s not a life-threatening affliction,” she said, laughing as she adjusted her shirt. “You have to go see your brother, and I need to go home for a while.”

  “I can’t call my mother or Suzy for help. This can only be fixed by you.” I grabbed myself, adjusting my dick.

  “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she said, pulling up her pants.

  Standing, I walked toward her, and she backed away. “Fuck my heart. It’s my dick that’s aching.” I smiled and tried to touch her, but she moved out of reach.

  “Call me when you’re done at the hospital, and I’ll see what I can do to help you out with that situation.” Grabbing her keys off my kitchen table, she moved quicker than I thought possible.

  “Come here, woman.” I darted to the left, using the edge of the table for traction.

  Squealing, she ran the opposite direction. “You may be big, but I’m quicker, Mikey.”

  I moved to the left and then quickly to the right, trying to throw her off kilter. “Woman, what did I tell you about callin’ me Mikey?”

  Stopping on the opposite side, she placed her hands on the table and leaned over with a huge smile. “I must have forgotten, but I remember there was talk of punishment, Mikey.”

  Moving again, I reached for her arm, but she slipped from my grasp. “Fuck, this goddamn hard-on is slowing me down. Rub it for me, please?”

  “You’re a pig,” she said, laughing before sticking out her tongue and closing her eyes.

  I moved as fast as I could to grab her. “Got ya. Come on, Mia. I can be quick.” Dragging my tongue across her neck, I nipped her earlobe. Her laughter grew quiet as her breasts pressed against me. “Please?” I whispered, sucking on her ear.

  She moaned, squeezing my arm. “No,” she said in a breathy tone.

  I palmed her breast, stroking her hard nipple with my thumb. “I’ll make it worth your while.” I pushed her backward toward the table.

  “I don’t want quick. I want long and hard.” She bit my lip. “Call me when you’re done seeing Joe, and if you’re good, I’ll make it worth your while,” she said against my lips, causing my dick to twitch.

  “Cock block.” I released her from my grip and adjusted myself.

  “I’d classify myself as more of a pussy hoarder than a cock block,” she said before kissing my cheek.

  It took everything in me not to slam her to the table and rip her pants off her. “You’re maddening.”

  Her laughter filled the room as she walked to the door. Following close on her heels, I turned her and pushed her back against the door. I placed my hands on either side of her. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

  She grinned before rubbing her nose against mine. “No. Go be a good brother. I’ll be home later. Hit me up then.” She kissed my lips and as she drew away; I pushed my body into hers and captured her mouth. “Still no,” she mumbled against my lips.

  “I’ll call you. I’m going to need some serious help if I walk around with this hard-on all day.”

  “Probably won’t be the first time in your life or the last.” She giggled.

  We both jumped as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Sighing, I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

  “It’s my ma. I better get this.”

  Nodding, she opened the door. “Talk to your mom. I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she waved and closed the door behind her.

  “Hey, Ma.”

  “Where have you been all day, Michael?”

  “I’m coming, Ma. I had to work out.”

  “We have to be here for your brother while he’s in the hospital. No one likes to be alone.”

  That was the problem with an overbearing Italian family. Mine had a tendency to be up each other’s ass all day, every day.

  Joe probably wanted some time alone with Suzy, but knowing my parents, his room had more people in and out all day than the Bunny Ranch in Vegas.

  “Ma, you know my fight is coming up soon. I have to make sure I work out every day. I’ve slacked a bit and needed to blow off some steam. I’m jumping in the shower and I’ll be there. How is he, by the way?”

  “He’s looking better and they moved him to a regular room. He’s out of the woods, thank God.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Anyone call Tommy yet?”

  “No, I don’t think he needs to know about it. Joseph will be fine. No need to worry him, Michael.”

  “Ma, he deserves to know.”

  My parents aggravated me with the bullshit. Thomas would want to know if something happened to any of us. He was going to be pissed when he found out he was kept out of the loop.

  “We’ll see. That’s for your father and me to decide. Get your butt up here.”

  Thomas had been able to use his job to avoid Sunday dinners and family events that would bore any breathing human. My parents never harped on him.

  Lucky bastard.

  “Let me get off the phone and I can get there quicker, Ma.”

  Her soft laughter filled my ear. I loved the woman, but at times she drove me berserk. “Very true. See you soon, baby.”

  She called all of us baby. Guess it was better than “jackass.”

  My parents smothered us with love at times. Suffocated us, but at least we knew where they stood. We loved them unconditionally and wholeheartedly.

  “Bye, Ma,” I said as I tapped end before she could get another word out.

  I walked in the bathroom, thinking about Tommy as I turned the phone over in my palm. I couldn’t keep this from him. It just wasn’t right.

  I sent him a message before climbing in the shower.

  Me: Call when you have time, got news.

  I showered quickly, wanting to get to the hospital before my ma called again to chew my ass out.

  As I grabbed my keys to walk out the door, my phone began to ring.


  “Hey.”

  “Hi, Mike. What’s going on? I don’t have much time, but I wanted to check in,” Tommy said quietly.

  “It’s Joe. He’s all right now, but he got into a bike accident on Sunday.”

  He sucked in a breath before replying, “How bad?”

  “Fucked-up leg and a broken hand. He was thrown, but he had on a helmet, or else we’d be planning a funeral right now.”

  “Fuck, I’m going crazy not being able to see everyone and know what the fuck is going on.” He sucked in another breath before exhaling.

  “You smoking again?” I asked.

  “Yeah, when in Rome, brother.”

  I shook my head. I couldn’t imagine the life he led or what he had to do to blend in with MC that he’d been assigned to.

  “Should I come home?”

  “Nah, I just wanted you to know.”

  “What the fuck took so long to get me the word?” he bit out.

  “Ma and Pop didn’t want to bother you and make you worry,” I said as I climbed in my truck.

  “Mike, text me anytime to tell me when bad shit’s going down. I’ll always call as soon as I can. Don’t let them hide shit from me, ya hear me, brother?”

  “Yeah. Are you okay, Tommy?”

  I felt relieved talking to him. Every day I wondered if he was okay or even if he was alive. Being cut off from him was scary as fuck.

  “I’m okay, just some crazy shit going down. I got it, though. Don’t worry about me, Mike. Give my love to everyone. I gotta run.”

  “Take care of yourself, man. Watch your back.”

  “Tell everyone I love them, Mike. Please give Ma a kiss for me.” His breathing had grown a little more uneven.

  “Love ya too, Thomas,” I said, tearing up as the line went dead.

  I hadn’t cried since I was a kid and got hurt on the school playground, but hearing Thomas’ voice made it hard to keep my composure. It had been over a year since I’d seen him, and I felt relieved knowing he was okay and ready to fight another day.

  Wiping the mist from my eyes, I threw the phone on the passenger seat and headed toward the hospital.