Page 27 of Nitro
Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I moaned, “Yes, Torin. Yes.”
His attention shifted to my other breast, his hips rocking against me, his hardness pressing into my center. I was soaked, aching, and ready for him. Then he tugged my panties down, and I gasped as he kissed his way lower, settling my thighs over his shoulders.
He spread me open, his thumbs parting me, and the hunger in his gaze made me tremble. “Soaking wet and so needy. I can’t fucking wait for you to fall apart on my tongue again.”
“Please,” I panted, desperate for more than just the heat of his breath against my pussy.
His first lick was slow and deliberate, making me cry out. Then he dove in, and my hips bucked while he nibbled, sucked, and teased until I was a writhing mess.
“Torin, stop messing around.” My voice broke. “I can’t take any—oh! Oh yes!”
He thrust his tongue inside me, and my walls clenched, my body shaking. When he replaced his tongue with two fingers, curling them just right while sucking my clit, I shattered. My back arched, and I screamed his name, the orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
Before I could catch my breath, he shoved his boxer briefs down his legs and settled between mine. “You’re mine, Jana. This pussy will only ever feel my cock inside it.”
He punctuated his possessive claim by driving into me, filling me. I gasped, still needing a moment to adjust to his size when he took me. He was too big, stretching me while my body continued to pulse from my climax.
Anchoring himself balls deep, he paused to give me the time I needed. But when I wiggled my hips, he started to move, fast and relentless.
The bed creaked beneath us, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding, my cries mixing with his groans. He lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around him, and gripped the headboard, pounding into me with a frenzy that stole my breath.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, the bite of pain mixing with pleasure.
“That’s right, baby,” he urged. “Squeeze the fuck out of my cock. I need you to let go, Jana. Come for me so I can fill your sweet pussy till I’m spilling out of you.”
His words pushed me over the edge again, and I came, my body trembling, my vision blurring as I fell apart beneath him. He thrust once more, deep and hard, and groaned, his release flooding me, marking me in the most primal way since there was nothing between us. Just like every other time he’d taken me. Something we definitely needed to talk about when it wasn’t the heat of the moment. Which I’d put off, for some inexplicable reason. Even though a pregnancy could ruin my chance to make Kane’s pro team, just as much as the secret I’d unknowingly carried.
12
NITRO
The Pit was alive with race-night electricity.
Engines screamed as crews tested revs, exhaust fumes hanging heavy under the big industrial lights. The concrete floor vibrated faintly with the rumble of tuned motors, rubber smoke clung to the rafters, and the Florida heat wrapped it all in a slick film that no fan could cut. Prep night always turned the garage into a crucible—everybody sweating, swearing, pushing machines and themselves to the redline.
I leaned against a post near bay six, arms crossed, a bottle of water sweating at my boot. My eyes weren’t on the chaos, though. They were locked on her.
Jana crouched by her ride, freckled shoulders gleaming under the fluorescent buzz. Her tank top was plastered to her spine, shorts riding high enough to make saints weep. She was bent over the rear axle, knuckles streaked black with grease, arguing with Gauge about torque specs like she’d been born under a hood. Her hair was pulled up, but strands of fire-red kept falling loose, sticking to her temples, and making her look half-feral and wholly mine.
Except her ride had been tampered with again. I’d caught it when she rolled in—lines half cut, easy to miss if you weren’t looking. Someone wanted her dead or broken, and she brushed it off like a loose lug nut.
The third time in two weeks. Too many to be a coincidence.
I’d been standing here long enough that I knew she felt me. Sure enough, she glanced up from under her lashes, and a wicked little smirk curved her mouth.
“You gonna stop staring?” she called across the bay, her voice sharp enough to cut through the noise. “Or do I need to come over there and give you a reason?”
My mouth tugged crookedly. I didn’t bother raising my voice—she could read my lips fine. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
Her smirk deepened. She shook her head and went back to work, oblivious to the heat coiling in my gut.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, saw Jax’s name flash, and answered with a grunt.
“Need you in your office,” he said without preamble, voice flat and tight. “You’ve got a machine there. Caught the motherfucker. I’ll send files.”
I didn’t waste time with questions. “On my way.”
I pocketed the phone and pushed off the post, stalking across the bay. Jana looked up as I passed, one brow arched in silent question.
