Breathless (The Breathe Series) Page 7

  “We could, but we’re not.” She beamed a killer smile at me. My eyes scanned over every inch of her, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was wearing those bright red skinny jeans I loved so much—the ones that hugged her hips and lifted up her delicious ass—and a white flowy top that was low-cut enough to arouse my interest in her tits. She was literally killing me.

  The cool New York air hit the bare skin on my arms the moment we stepped through the double glass doors of the hotel to head towards the bar. Wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, I pulled her towards me and nuzzled into her neck.

  “You are so touchy-feely today,” she said, placing her hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

  “Sav, I haven’t touched you in over a week. You are lucky that this is the only thing I am doing to you. My mind is filled with naughty and highly inappropriate things I could be doing right now.”

  “What do you want to do to me?” she quizzed, her eyes scanned the length of my body suggestively.

  “Is that really a serious question?” I laughed and stopped her in the middle of the sidewalk. My tongue ran the length of my bottom lip before I leaned in close to her ear. She shivered against my body. “Firstly, I would slowly remove your clothes while kissing you until you knees went weak. Once you were standing naked before me, I would run my fingertips over your entire body before letting my tongue sweep over your lips, your tits, your stomach. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to fill you. When you least expected it, I would pound into you and fuck you until you were screaming my name and then we would do it all over again. That’s what I want to do to you, Savannah”

  Taking a step backwards, I stood before her and drank her in. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth partially open and her breathing deep. Her lust-filled eyes fluttered open, and her cheeks flushed when she saw me staring at her. This trip was going to be intense. It would be a whirlwind of emotions, and already it had started off with insecurities, a misunderstanding, a fight, angry sex, and four orgasms. It was more like a tornado rather than a whirlwind. There were so many things I had to speak with Savannah about, but I didn’t know where to start. How could I bring everything up? What if she decided that it was too much for her? I couldn’t lose this girl, but I knew I couldn’t move on if I didn’t face my past.

  The buzz of the city was contagious. The lights twinkled, and the feeling of excitement lingered in the air. There was something about this city that was so unexplainable. Sav’s head swung from side to side as she tried to take everything in. She was a tourist in a brand new city. It was infectious.

  “How long are you here for?” she asked with a hint of nerves tainting her voice. I barely heard her question.

  “How long do you want me here for?”

  “Forever.”

  “Forever sounds great to me.”

  She squeezed my hand tightly as we weaved our way through the crowds. Flashbacks of the last time we watched football hit me hard, and I sighed in contentment.

  “Do you remember the last time we watched football?” I growled into her ear.

  “Mmm hmm,” she purred.

  “When I got you off on the balcony? When my fingers were deep inside of you and you were begging me? I knew then that I wouldn’t ever be able to stay away from you. My body needs you too much. You don’t realize how much I love the feeling of you completely letting yourself go. ”

  “Yes, I remember,” she breathed out. I loved that she was thinking the same thing as me. “That won’t be happening tonight. We are going to be in a pub.”

  “A bar, Savannah. We call them bars.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, causing a deep laugh to sound from me. “And since when has being in a bar stopped us? Don’t you remember when you fucked me as a birthday present at the bar?”

  “Tate, really, do you have to say that?”

  “Fine. When you made love to me as a birthday present.”

  “Tate, we both know it was fucking, but I am trying not to get turned on and you aren’t helping.”

  “Are you really getting turned on?”

  “You are going to be the death of me. Can we please talk of puppies or rainbows or something?”

  This girl was too much.

  Outback NY was an Australian-influenced bar located in lower Manhattan. The moment we walked through the door, I was overcome by the sound of Australian accents and the Australiana-inspired décor. The Australian flag held prime position behind the bar, and there was a life-size kangaroo in the far corner. I couldn’t help but laugh. Grabbing my hand, Sav pulled me through the crowd towards the bar. My eyes darted around every corner of the bar, trying to let everything sink in. AC/DC blasted from the jukebox and a drunken rendition of “You Shook Me All Night Long” filled the air.

  “Fosters or VB?” Sav asked suddenly.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Choose one.” Sav opened her purse, pulled out a twenty, and put it on the bar. “Fosters or VB?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Fosters.”

  Sav shot me a seductive smile before turning back towards the guy waiting to serve her. “Hey, can I grab a schooner of Fosters and a lemon squash? Thanks.”

  “What the hell did you just order?” I laughed.

  “A schooner of fosters and a lemon squash.” She leaned in and brushed her lips to mine before turning back towards the bar.

  “So, gorgeous, whereabouts in Australia are you from?” the guy behind the bar asked, directing his full attention at Savannah. I watched him closely. His eyes flashed to the low neck of her top while he took a good look at her boobs. Did he not just see that she kissed me? He was blatantly flirting with her.

  “I’m from Sydney’s northern beaches. Lived in Bondi most of my life and worked in the city. What about you?” Sav leaned over the bar towards the guy to speak over the music. His eyes dropped as he took in her boobs again.

  “Newcastle born and bred. Moved to New York a few months back to model and I picked up a few shifts here. My brother actually owns this place.”

  “Really? I love this place. I’m staying in New York for the month, so I’ll be here a fair bit. It makes me feel at home.”

  I couldn’t help but feel my heart crushing just a little at her words. Home. Home to me was wherever Sav was, but to Sav it seemed that home would always be Australia. And Australia wasn’t where I was.

  I turned my back from the conversation. Tanzi and Jack walked through the door at the perfect moment. Tanzi’s eyes locked with mine from across the room, and a smile took over her face. I knew she had missed Sav. I nodded towards a free table in the corner and watched Tanzi and Jack walk through the crowd. I took a deep breath and turned back around to the fuckwit of a bartender and Sav.

  “Tanzi and Jack have arrived,” I spat. Sav broke her gaze from the guy and looked at me questioningly. Her eyes traveled over my face as if trying to read me. I felt myself shutting down and I hated myself for it.

  She turned quickly towards the guy behind the bar and put down another ten. “Can you make it three Fosters?”

  “No worries, beautiful. I’ll bring them over. Don’t be a stranger. I love seeing fellow Aussies in here, especially pretty ones like you.” He winked. He actually fucking winked at her.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. Turning my back to them, I took off towards the table where Tanzi and Jack sat. I wasn’t going to stand there and listen to some punk put the moves on my girlfriend.

  “Tate! Stop.” Savannah’s hand gripped the edge of my t-shirt, bringing me to a halt. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in a desperate attempt to grab hold of my skyrocketing emotions. Her eyes greeted mine with unasked questions as I slowly turned towards her.

  “I am yours.” Sav took a step towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me towards her. “I am yours, Tate, and yo
urs only.”

  Enveloping her with my arms, I sighed loudly and rested my head on top of hers. Would there ever be a day when I wasn’t being a jealous prick? Her fingers lingered on the skin above the waistband of my jeans after she moved her hands. Skin-to-skin contact set me alight.

  “I’m sorry.” I kissed her cheek and attempted to step away.

  “Really?” Sav asked with a smirk. “A kiss on the cheek is all I get?”

  “I am saving my apology for later. What happened in the bathtub is nothing compared to what I’ll do tonight. I’m going to be so deep inside you that you won’t be able to make a sound.”

  As she took a step towards me, her eyes flickered left and right as if checking if anyone was around. A grin graced her perfect pink lips as she grabbed the front of my pants and cupped my cock. Was she actually feeling me up in a crowded bar? I was the luckiest asshole in the world.

  “Why wait?” Her green eyes turned emerald as heat swarmed them. “Fuck me he—”

  “Savannah!” Tanzi’s voice floated through the air. The searing gaze Sav and I were firing at each other didn’t falter. An intensity that made me want to lose all control in the middle of a crowded bar electrified me, and the thought of taking her here flashed through my mind. My want for her right at this second was insane. She licked her lips, and her eyes shot one last stream of heat at me before she removed her hand from my crotch and took a step away from me.

  “Tanzi!”

  I watched my girlfriend and my sister embrace while I tried to get the thoughts of impaling Savannah with my dick out of my head. She would literally be the death of me.

  “You should see the look on your face.” Jack stood beside me and let out a deep laugh.

  “Piss off, asshole.” I shoulder-shoved him and shook my head. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Let’s go and eat. Come to think of it, maybe you should go and get your dick under control.”

  “I will wait until Sav takes care of it.”

  Tanzi and Sav looked towards Jack and me and headed towards us. Sav’s eyes immediately found mine, and the look I loved flashed in front of me—a tantalizing, lustful look that made me crave her like never before. Tanzi and Jack took off back towards the table in the corner while Sav remained concreted to the floor in front of me with a smirk gracing her lips. Rising on her toes, she leaned in towards my ear. I felt her breath on my ear before she spoke. “This is mine later,” she huskily said as she tapped my crotch.

  “You are going to be the absolute death of me.” I kissed her jaw and removed her hand from my crotch. “Let’s go and get this night done so I can take you and Jellybean home.”

  As we weaved our way through the raucous crowd, my hand clasped tightly around Sav’s in a silent warning to every guy in the bar. I wasn’t afraid to show the world that she was mine. The bartender was delivering our drinks to the table where Tanzi and Jack were seated and my eyes narrowed in at him.

  “Settle, petal. He is just doing his job.” I looked down at Sav after she spoke and smiled slightly. “And for your information, Fosters is an Australian beer.”

  The bar was getting rowdier by the minute. Aussies definitely knew how to have a good time. We bumped and pushed our way through the crowd. A smile never left Sav’s face as she focused on the people around us. I knew she missed Australia, and I knew that hearing all of the Australian accents around her must have made her feel at home. I pulled out a chair opposite Tanzi and Jack and sat down, pulling Sav onto my lap. She giggled as she made herself comfortable.

  “So, Sav, I’m dying to know, did Tate burrow into you like a wombat?”

  Coughing, I choked on my beer at the sound of Jack’s words and shot him a what the fuck look across the table. A roar of laughter escaped from deep within Sav, and she was soon joined by the chuckle of Tanzi. Sav was laughing so hard that she was bouncing up and down in my lap. Probably not the best thing for her to do considering my mind was still focused on our earlier adventures and one wrong move would see me sporting a hard-on in the middle of a packed bar.

  “I have wanted to say that for weeks. I have some classic one-liners regarding your country.” Jack winked at Sav before turning back to Tanzi, who looked amused. Sav’s laughter died down and she relaxed back on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands resting on her hips, and I let my fingertips slide their way under the edge of her shirt to sit on her bare skin. She stiffened against me at the first sense of my touch, and as I ran my fingers along her skin, caressing the softness I loved about her, I couldn’t help but grin every time I felt a shiver run down her spine.

  “You should probably stop that,” she huskily whispered in my ear. I groaned softly and shifted in my seat the moment she began nibbling my earlobe. My eyes fluttered shut as pleasure soared through me.

  “Why?”

  “Because I only fuck you in bars you own.”

  Sav shifted in my lap to face me and gave me the look that more often than not set my cock to attention. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of this girl—actually, I knew I would never get enough of this girl.

  The bar echoed around us, people yelled at the television, and the smell of stale beer lingered in the air, but nothing else mattered. Our eyes latched on to each other, probing each other and trying so desperately to go deep into each other’s soul. There was nothing better than having my hands on her, to feel, stroke, and touch every inch of her body, but looking at her, staring at her, and gazing at her was something else. Her eyes were like magnets to me. She could draw me in and make me forget everything with one simple yet enticing look. And right now she was making me forget everything.

  “You two need to stop eye-fucking each other. Otherwise I might have to join in. Shit, I’m on a roll tonight,” Jack burst out from across the table, high-fiving a laughing Tanzi like he was the funniest bastard in the world.

  I leaned in, breaking the distance between us, and my lips grazed hers ever so softly as I spoke. “I cannot handle you, Savannah Rae.” She moved and her lips connected with mine in a softness that was unusual for us.

  My eyes left Sav and found Tanzi’s from across the table. They twinkled blue, and I knew what she was thinking. She had never seen me acting like this. She had witnessed my man-whore ways on more than one occasion but she’d always turned a blind eye. She hadn’t seen me in a relationship since Candice and the disaster known as Sarah. I had opened myself up to Sav in a way that I’d never thought imaginable. I had given someone my shattered heart and I hadn’t thought of the consequences.

  “How’s my little niece doing?” Tanzi questioned, her eyes sparkling more than I could have imagined with a simple question.

  My head shot around to Sav. Did she know what we were having? She couldn’t know—it was too early. The book I’d read said that we couldn’t find out until the second trimester, which wasn’t until a couple of weeks. We were having a little girl? Why hadn’t I been there? I felt my heartbeat increasing and my palms getting sweaty. Sav shook her head slightly, her long blond hair swishing around her. She twisted in my lap, placed both of her palms on my chest, and smiled at me.

  “I don’t know. We don’t know what we are having. It’s too early to find out.” She kissed the corner of my mouth in reassurance and twisted back on my lap to face my grinning twin. “Your sister just has it in her head that we are having a little girl. She has since she first found out.”

  “I just wanna play dress-up with the baby. I could dress Sav Junior up as a princess, a nurse, a dancer...” Tanzi pouted but her eyes were still smiling. “I guess I could play dress-up with Tate Junior too.”

  Oh Tanzi, Tanzi, Tanzi! I shot a look at Jack across the table and smirked. Tanzi had no clue of the ramifications of what she just said. My and Jack’s cascading, throaty laughter filled the space around us. The fact that we called our dicks Ta
te Junior and Jack Junior was comical, but now that Tanzi was talking about playing dress-up with them, it was hilarious. Our laughter rolled around us like a storm, causing people sitting at the table beside us to look at us as if we had lost our minds. Sav giggled softly before sliding off my lap and moving to the other side of the table, pulling out the empty seat beside Tanzi.

  “What are you two idiots laughing at?” Tanzi asked between giggles as confusion swept over her face.

  Sav patted Tanzi’s hand and shook her head at me and Jack. “Babe, they call their dicks Junior, so you just said you want to dress up Tate’s dick.”

  Tanzi’s eyes grew wide. “You two are sickos.”

  “Hang on a minute,” I said, holding up my hand in protest. “What’s the difference between us naming our cocks and you naming your boobs?”

  “Our boobs are hot. Dicks just look weird.” Sav smirked from across the table. I narrowed my eyes in at her and a smile took over her face.

  “Oh shit, here they go again. More eye fucking coming our way,” Jack mumbled beside me.

  Pouting, I folded my arms over my chest. “Fine. Well I’ll keep my weird-looking dick away from you then.”

  “That won’t be necessary, Tate. Weird, maybe, but your dick is essential to my well-being.”

  Tanzi cleared her throat. “Okay, so who wants to order some dinner? All this talk of dicks and boobs is making a girl hungry.”

  Laughter saturated our table and filtered through the air. I sat back in the chair and couldn’t help but smile. These three people around me were my absolute life. They all had a purpose in my life. They’d all come into my life when I’d needed them, and now we were sitting around an Australian themed pub—as Sav would call it—talking about naming our dicks and tits. Seriously, life couldn’t be any better.