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  • Resist Me(Men of Inked #5)(42) by Chelle Bliss
  • “You have a habit of kissing just anyone, baby girl?” Pop asked with his fork in midair.

    Goddamn it. I closed my eyes, wiping away a tear that had formed while I’d been choking. “No, Daddy. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, is all.” I smiled halfheartedly, hoping that it was enough to stop his line of questioning.

    “No one is thinking anything. That’s why Suzy asked. We’re curious. You’ve never brought anyone to Sunday dinner before.” He stuffed the pasta in his mouth and began to chew.

    I shook my head and sighed. “I didn’t invite James. The guys did.” I motioned toward my three jerkoff brothers around the table.

    James leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Way to make me feel welcome, doll.”

    I glared at him before turning my venom toward my brothers. “You know I feel this is family time.”

    “James is the closest thing we have to Thomas right now, and for that, I’m grateful that he’s here. He’s welcome any Sunday he’d like to join us for a nice home-cooked meal,” Ma insisted.

    “Thank you, Mrs. Gallo. Your cooking is superb. Better than any Italian restaurant I’ve ever been to, and the closest to my grandmother’s cooking I’ve ever found.” He smiled, turning toward me and winking.

    I was in a losing battle. I was sinking fast, making a total ass**le out of myself, and no one would throw me a f**king life vest. James had turned into the golden boy, and I felt like a major cunt for saying that I hadn’t invited him, because in all honesty, I liked having him around and I knew my family did too.

    “We mean it, son. You’re welcome here any time,” Pop reiterated between forkfuls of pasta.

    I hung my head, playing with the food on my plate as I wallowed in my ass**le behavior. James pushed the hair away from my face and moved into my personal space.

    “You and I will work this out later. Eat,” he whispered, reaching down and stroking my leg. “You’re going to need your energy.”

    The man was sex crazed. Every part of my body hurt, and there was no way in hell I could have sex with him again. I wouldn’t be able to walk right if we did it one more time. He couldn’t honestly be serious…could he?

    I turned, looking into his emerald eyes, and saw the seriousness behind his words. I ate the rest of my dinner in silence, letting the family talk to James and monopolize the conversation. I’d never sat silent for so long at the dinner table before today. I’d let them ask their questions and hear about Thomas’s work within the MC. I knew it was helping dampen the fears each one of them had about his work.

    After dinner, we all fell into our usual spots—me on the floor with Anthony and the others on the couches and chairs around the room. James stretched out next to me, facing the television as he twirled a piece of my hair out of view of my parents. They wouldn’t have cared, in all honesty. I knew that about my parents, but I worried they’d see how I responded to him. They already didn’t believe that he meant nothing to me. I’d have a lot of explaining to do the next time the girls cornered me alone.

    James Caldo was like a parasite, although a f**king sexy one.

    Chapter 12 - Thrown for Loop

    I collapsed next to her, completely winded from an orgasm to end all f**king orgasms. Izzy Gallo was a beast in the sack. She f**ked like a  p**n  star and took everything I had to give. Every moment I spent with her and her family, I fell a little bit farther into the rabbit hole, and I knew I’d never be the same after this f**king weekend.

    “Jesus,” I murmured through labored breaths.

    “I don’t know if I can even walk,” she whispered, rolling over and resting on her back.

    “I can’t remember a better weekend in forever, Izzy.” My words were true. It had been the most relaxing forty-eight hours I’d had in years.

    It wasn’t just that it had been relaxing—that I could do with a cold beer and a weekend of football. This was different. She made every minute enjoyable. Just watching her squirm at her parents’ had been enjoyment enough.

    “I don’t think we should see each other again,” she said, putting her back to me.

    What the f**k? “Excuse me?” I asked, turning toward her. “You can’t be f**king serious.”

    “Dead f**kin’ serious, James.”

    “Izzy,” I whispered, grabbing at her shoulder as I tried to roll her back toward me. “Look at me.”

    “No,” she barked, pulling her body from my grip. “I don’t want to see you again.”

    “Not this shit again,” I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair. “Can’t even let me enjoy the goddamn afterglow before you start spouting your bullshit. I don’t believe a word of it.”

    “Believe what you want, James. This isn’t working out for me.”

    “Seemed to be working out just fine when you were grinding your pu**y on my face and chanting my name.” I stared at the ceiling, thinking about what my next play should be to stop the train of destruction that was heading straight toward me.

    “That was f**king, nothing more.”

    “It was more than that and you know it.” I curled toward her, trying to hold her body against me.

    She went rigid in my arms. “You should go before it gets dark,” she whispered.

    “That’s it, huh? Fuck my brains out and toss me out like a piece of trash?” I asked, mystified at her thought process.

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