Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

“Can we discuss this later?” I begged, widening my eyes at her so she’d get the idea that I really didn’t want to talk about it.

She ignored me and shook her head. “Nope.”

“Yeah, start talking, Vegas. I’m interested, too.”

I looked at him again. God, I loved it when he called me Vegas. It had irritated the hell out of me when we’d first met, but not anymore. Nitro didn’t do nicknames with anyone and he certainly didn’t do terms of endearment unless you counted kiddo, which he called Renee. I’d come to realise how special Vegas was, and my cold heart treasured it. Not that my heart could be classified as cold anymore. It was warm as fuck these days, thanks to him.

“Okay, but you have to promise me you’ll pretend like you didn’t know,” I said to him.

He frowned. “About what?”

I hopped off my stool and walked to him. Sliding my arms around his waist, I said, “Dustin’s cooking you dinner tonight as a surprise thank you for helping him find his own place and moving him in. He didn’t want you to know about it, so I promised him I would get you there without telling you why. That’s why I couldn’t do drinks tonight. It’s the only night off he has this week.”

His hand landed on my ass. When he spoke, his voice was all gravelly. “You amaze me.”

“Why?”

“The way you love my family. It means a lot to me.”

“Family’s everything,” I said softly.

“Yeah, they are.” He dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me. “I’m gonna make it worth your while later to have missed Friday drinks.”

I loved it when Nitro made me dirty promises like that. He never failed to deliver. “What are you gonna do?”

Monroe cleared her voice behind us. “Okay, you two, round that shit up. No one needs to hear about sex when they aren’t getting any.”

Nitro smacked my ass and grinned. Placing his mouth to my ear, he murmured, “Pussy on my tongue is a good way to start, I think.”

Pushing him away, I said, “Stop teasing me. Go and have a shower and calm yourself down. And get ready to go out.”

He kept grinning as he backed away holding his hands up in defence. “I don’t wanna get started without you.”

Monroe groaned. “Stop talking, Nitro, and keep fucking walking.”

The sound of him laughing as he walked down the hallway filled the house. He’d started doing that a lot more often lately. It had to be one of my favourite sounds ever.

“Posey, you wanna come get a drink with me? I can’t handle Milo Friday any longer,” Monroe said as I turned back to join them. She may have been grumbling, but the smile she gave me was full of love.

I blew her a kiss. “I love you, too, Roe.”

“Yeah, I know, sister. I love you, too. But you need to get your ass in that shower with your man. I’m not the kind of woman to ever get in the way of that.” And by that, I knew she meant so much more than sex. Monroe might have referred almost everything she said back to sex, but she was as deep as they came when it had to do with relationships. She loved love. And she loved me being with Nitro.

I said my goodbyes, walking them out to Monroe’s car and then made my way inside to the bathroom. The shower was already running and steam greeted me when I opened the door. Nitro liked his showers as hot as possible, and I had trouble seeing. But I could hear him.

The sound of him jerking off shot heat straight to my core. When he finally came into view, the first thing I saw was his back muscle flexing. He rested one forearm against the shower wall and his head hung forward while he pumped his cock with his hand.

I stood watching silently, turned-on as hell. My eyes greedily lapped up every inch of his powerful naked body. His tight ass that I loved to grip onto while he fucked me; those muscular arms that I loved around me; his strong legs that often held us up while he slammed into me against the wall. I could watch Nitro getting himself off for hours.

“Vegas…,” he growled. “Get your lips around my dick.”

My clothes were already half off and once I was naked, I stepped into the shower with him. I slid an arm around his waist as I moved to position myself between him and the wall.

His eyes met mine.

His hand continued to work his cock.

My whole body sang with desire.