Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

Wild.

Clawing at each other.

Teeth biting.

Breathless.

I didn’t hold anything back and neither did she. Our bodies collided in a violent rush of demand and desire. We both needed this. Almost as much as the air we breathed.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” she panted as she squeezed me deep inside her and came. Her eyes closed and she slowed her movements as she drew every drop of pleasure from her orgasm.

I’d watched Tatum come every single time I’d fucked her. I made a point never to miss it because she was so fucking beautiful when she had my dick buried inside making her feel good. It was the only time I saw the real Tatum, the one who let herself feel and experience everything happening to her. The rest of the time she held me at arm’s length, throwing wall after wall up at me. Guarding that cracked heart of hers. Not that I wanted her heart, but I wanted a peek inside. I wanted to know what made her so damn fearless and so fucking fragile all at the same time.

My balls tightened and I rammed into her one last time before coming inside her. Every muscle in my body tensed as the orgasm tore through me, releasing a fuckload of pent-up pressure.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Spent. Completely done for. It was the first time I’d ever fucked a woman without a condom and it was fucking amazing. Turning, I found her watching me, a look of absolute bliss on her face.

Smiling, she said, “I could give up exercise at the moment.”

“You want me to up my game, Vegas? I could work out those muscles o

f yours more often.”

She rolled my way, curling her arms into her body. “Fuck, I don’t think I could take it more than twice a day from you.”

“You wanna test that theory?”

Another smile on her lips. “You don’t give up easily, do you?”

“Never have, never will. What’s the point of life if you crack at the first sign of hardship.”

“Who taught you that? Your parents?”

I stared at her. We’d never talked much after sex. Usually we were both in a rush to get out the door in the morning or we passed out exhausted late at night. This was new and I wasn’t sure if it was a road I wanted to travel with her.

When I didn’t answer, she pushed me. “I’m actually not thinking it was your parents.”

That was enough for me to bite. “You’ve got it all figured out, have you?” My words came out a little harshly. She had no fucking clue what my parents taught me.

Reaching across the bed, she trailed a finger along my lips. “And there’s the Nitro I haven’t seen in a few weeks.”

Irritated, I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. “Let’s not do this, Tatum.”

“Do what?”

Glancing back at her, I bit out, “Let’s not turn this into something it’s not.”

“Oh, so just because we fuck, we can’t talk?” Her voice rose, letting me know I’d pissed her off.

I stood and reached for my jeans. “You were never interested in talking before.”

She sat up and glared at me. “Yeah, well maybe I wanna talk now.” Moving off the bed, she came to me. “Maybe I’m interested to know stuff about the guy I’m screwing.”

I kept moving, doing up my jeans. I then grabbed my shirt off the floor and threw it over my head. When I was dressed with my boots on, I eyed her. “Maybe it’s time to call it quits. Neither of us wanted anything but sex, so let’s not push it.”

I exited her place without a backwards glance. I had to keep moving forward. Away. Getting myself involved with Tatum in any way other than just sleeping with her was a bad idea. I knew it in my gut. And I knew it in my fucking heart.

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