Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

I undid my seatbelt and turned to face him, ignoring the headache I had. I’d been expecting the mother of all hangovers, but the universe was looking after me today and all I had was a sore head. My God, the man was gorgeous. He sat watching me with his hand resting on the steering wheel, his heavily tatted arm muscles on full display in a fitted black tee. His brown eyes watched me with heat, as if the last thing he wanted to do was let me leave the ute. As if all he wanted to do was throw me down onto the back seat a

nd sink himself deep inside me.

“Thanks for driving me today,” I said, right before I captured his lips in a long kiss. One that told him I wanted him to throw me onto that back seat too.

“Fuck, Tatum,” he muttered when I let his mouth go. “You wanna kiss me like that, you just might not make it to brunch.”

My heart beat rapidly as I let his desire soak in. It had been a long time since a man had wanted me as much as Nitro did. It felt so damn good. Reaching for the door handle, I said, “I’ll cook you dinner tonight.” A Saturday night in with Nitro was exactly what I needed.

I swung my legs out of his ute and as I closed the door behind me, the sound of his door closing caught my attention. Glancing up, I watched as he made his way around to my side of the car. His stride was determined, and butterflies whooshed in my stomach as our eyes met.

His hand went straight to my waist when he reached me, and he backed me up against the car. His grip was firm, his touch electric. Bending his face to mine, he bruised my lips with a kiss. A kiss that went on and on. By the time he let me go, I was breathless. Dazed.

“I can’t wait until tonight,” he rasped. “As soon as you’re done here, you’re mine.”

With that, he left me to walk back around to the driver side, leaving me standing there in such a turned-on state I wasn’t sure I would make it through brunch.

By the time I sat down across from Monroe and Posey, I had recovered enough to string a sentence together. Staring at both of them, I said, “Have you ever been so into a guy that you can’t even think about anything except getting back to him?”

Monroe’s lips curled up into a smile. “You’ve got it bad for Nitro, haven’t you?”

I took a deep breath and then exhaled hard. “Yeah. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on work. My house is a mess because when I’m home, I’m either in bed with him or wasting time thinking about him…. God, I’ve even let my exercise go. This feels so overwhelming some days, like it’s completely out of control. Tell me you’ve experienced this.”

Monroe frowned. “You didn’t have that with Randall?”

“No. I thought I did, but comparing it, I didn’t. Not even in the beginning when it was all new and lacking the baggage we accumulated along the way.”

“Why did you marry him, babe?” Monroe asked softly.

“God, I think I was just young and naïve. Dad had just passed away and Randall caught me in a vulnerable moment when I felt alone and lost. Chris was there for me, but he was busy with his shit, and I had started to feel like I didn’t know where home was anymore. Marrying Randall felt like a new start and a new chance at happiness.”

Posey watched me with a look that said she knew exactly what I meant. “He offered the easy path to what you thought you wanted,” she murmured. “Except it turned out that nothing good in life ever comes easy and you should have known that.”

I nodded. “Exactly.”

“So this thing with Nitro, what is it?” Monroe asked.

“It’s not just sex, but we haven’t labelled it.”

“What do you want it to be?” Monroe asked.

As I contemplated her question, I let my fears in, but I didn’t let them control me. It scared the shit out of me to think about letting Nitro into my life more than I already had, but at the same time I felt it deep in my soul that I wanted to take that step. “I want him. He’s moody and he can be an ass, but he looks out for me. He’s honest and he considers all the little details in life in such a way that shows me how deeply he’s able to care for someone. I want a man who is all about the details.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

I reached for the water on the table and poured myself a glass. “He listens and watches and pays attention to the things I say and do. And to the shit I’ve been through. And he takes it all into consideration and it shows in the way he treats me. He does the same with his family. His actions aren’t always all about him. I’m not saying he gets it right all the time, but the fact he tries means something to me.”

“It’s hard to find a man like that,” Posey said.

“Is your ex still being an ass?” Monroe asked her.

“No, he’s leaving me alone. Whatever Billy’s guy said to him worked.”

“You should come out with us on our next girls’ night,” Monroe said. “The hangover is totally worth it.”

“That’s because she found pierced cock,” I threw in. “And because Monroe hardly ever gets hangovers. Personally, I think that’s her superpower.”

Posey laughed and sat forward. “Tell me more!”