Page 82 of Nitro

“Fuck you. Did you actually think I’d let you fuck my wife and get away with it? I’m going to love watching you die.” Polson pulls the trigger at the same time that I do.

I jerk to one side. The bullet whizzes past my ear, almost clipping me. But it misses. Polson’s hit. He goes down. Holly leaps out of the chair and kicks Polson’s pistol away before he can grab it. I march right up to the fucker and double tap him. One in the chest. One in the forehead.

Holly falls back on her butt. She stares at her husband before turning her tear-stained face to me. For a second, I’m terrified I lost her anyway. I just killed the man she sacrificed seven years of her life to. But then a slow smile spreads across her face and I know I’ve got nothing to worry about. She’s my woman now and no one is left standing in our way.

I rush over to her and pull her into a hug. She’s trembling and crying softly. I can’t imagine what she just went through. She had to be terrified. Now that she’s mine, she’ll never have to feel that way again.

“Let’s clean this mess up,” Scar says.

The front door opens and Tucker walks in. He’s got the stupidest grin on his face. “My distraction worked, right guys? Right?”

“He’s like a puppy,” Reaper grumbles.

“It worked.” Scar slaps Tucker on the back. “But if you ever pull another stupid stunt like that, I’m going to kick you to the curb. You could have been killed. Holly might have been shot.”

“Sorry, pres. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“It was,” Talon says. “Stop being dicks to the new kid. He’s doing just fine. Now, go see if you can find a shovel in one of the closets. We’ve got to take out the trash.”

“On it.” Tucker walks into the kitchen and starts searching through the closet.

“Might need to go get some supplies,” Reaper says.

“Go.” Scar turns to me. “Take your woman home. We’ll deal with this shit.”

“Thanks, pres.”

I grab Holly’s hand.

“Scar, you guys saved my life.”

“You’re family now. That’s what family does.” Scar shrugs.

“Real family,” Matrix says.

“You guys are amazing. I’m so glad I found you.” Holly lets go of my hand long enough to give each guy a hug. They awkwardly hug her back while keeping an eye on me. I know I can trust them, but they don’t know if they can say the same about me when someone else has their hands on her.

“Let’s go, kitten.”

When she climbs on the back of my bike, I feel like a new man. All the chaos in my brain isn’t there anymore. I can think clearly for the first time in my life. Holly did this. She tamed me, calmed me down. She soothes me in a way no one ever could. I’m still the same guy, only better now because I have her by my side.

As soon as we get back to the clubhouse, we go to my bedroom. I’m dying to be inside her, so I grab her around the waist. She laughs and pushes me away, stepping back to strip slowly. After kicking off her boots, she shimmies out of her jeans. The hem of her long-sleeved t-shirt brushes the tops of her thighs, covering just enough to keep things interesting. She pulls her panties off next, bending to unhook them from her feet. I get a glimpse of her sexy little slit, and now I’m hard as steel. She smirks as she slowly unbuttons her shirt. I’m ready to pounce, but I wait until she is clad in only a bra.

Before I can tackle her onto the bed, she puts a hand on my chest to stop me. “I want a shower. I need to wash his scummy energy off me.” She pads into the bathroom before looking back over her shoulder. “You coming?”

“Not yet, but I will be.” I flash a wicked grin.

After nearly ripping my clothes off, I head into the bathroom. She’s already in the steaming shower. Condensation covers the glass walls, obscuring my view. When I pull open the door and step inside, she turns to face me. Her come-hither smile is my undoing. I can’t control myself a second longer. I pull her hard against me, flattening her breasts on my chest. She sucks in a breath before raising her gorgeous blue eyes to meet mine. A low growl escapes my lips a second before I crush them against hers.

She moans, opening for me, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless. The intensity of my longing overwhelms me. I’ve had her in my bed for months now, but this is the first time she’ll truly be mine. Polson’s dead. He can’t come between usanymore. Whatever was left of the wall between us crumbled the moment his body hit the floor. I know she feels it too because she’s shivering, despite the hot water raining down on us.

“Wash me clean,” she whispers.

I grab a bar of lavender soap and lather it until bubbles float through the air. I know what she’s asking me to do, and it has nothing to do with dirt. Starting at her feet, I use my bare hands to smooth soap across every inch of skin. She moans when my fingers reach the apex of her thighs, but I’m not done yet. I skip past the place I want to touch her the most in favor of completing my mission. By the time I’m done, she won’t have any leftover filth clinging to her body.

“Give me that.” She grabs the bar from my hands. “My turn.”

I lean back against the wall so I can watch her on her hands and knees. She scrubs me from my toes to my upper thighs before stopping to wrap her hand around my cock. It’s already throbbing with need, so I grit my teeth while she bathes me. She spends far too much time playing with my dick. If she doesn’t move on, I’m taking her right here, right now.

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