Nitro's Torment
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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.
“Fuck.” He groaned as water streamed over us. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”
Catching him around the neck, I pulled his face down to mine so I could kiss him. “Are you close to coming?”
He nodded, and I could tell by the way his body tensed that he was. “Yeah,” he forced out, his breathing ragged.
“Well, champ, I’m not wrapping my lips around you. If your dick’s that hard, I want it inside me.”
Amusement flashed in his eyes and he pressed his mouth to mine again, demanding another kiss. When he was done, he muttered, “Champ….”
I grinned as I looped my arms around his neck. He let his dick go so he could take hold of my ass and lift me. Wrapping my legs around him, I closed my eyes as he thrust inside me. “Fuck,” I cried and held on tight while he gave me what we both craved.
His fury.
And when we were done, he reminded me why I loved him. He pulled out and took hold of my face with both his hands. After he kissed me for a long time, he said, “I love you.”
He gave me his unconditional love.
Loving Nitro was easy because there was nothing required in return. When he loved, he simply loved.
 
 
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“I’m In” by Keith Urban
 

“I got my licence!” Renee squealed as she flashed it at us. Her whole face lit up with happiness, and it hit me fair in the gut. It was about damn time our family had as much happiness as we’d had recently. It’d been almost two months since Joseph’s death and instead of waking each day wondering what bad shit would happen, I woke only thinking of the good in my life. Tatum grinned from where she sat on the couch next to me. We’d both finished work early and had spent the afternoon in bed and then in front of the television. She’d brought some work home and was finishing it off when Renee came barging through the front door.
“Fantastic!” Tatum said. “First go, too. Must be all those hours you did with me that helped you.”
After I insisted she clock up more than the required 120 hours, Renee had worked her ass off and finished up with more than 150 hours, a lot of which had been done with Tatum.
I stood and moved to her. Pulling her into a hug, I said, “I’m proud of you, kiddo. Gotta say, though, there was no doubt in my mind that you’d pass.”
Tears misted her eyes and she swallowed hard. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“What for? Showing you how to drive? That wasn’t hard. You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”
She shook her head. “No, for being my dad. I know that sounds weird because my mum’s your sister and all, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re my dad. You did all the hours, lost all the sleep, cared for me when I was sick, gave up your house for us, paid for a lot of shit. You did all the things a dad does, so you’re mine.”