Nitro

Watching Cin take my cock inside her was a moment I’d never forget. She was so fucking tight, her channel clenched against my length as I fought my way inside her pussy. I took it slow, easing in a little, then pulling back some before I entered again a little deeper. Part of me wanted to rush, wanted to slam inside of her and claim what was mine, but the other, larger part of me, knew we had all fucking night to enjoy this. And I really didn’t want to hurt her, especially like this. She was so damn tight that I didn’t doubt the truth that she truly hadn’t taken another man inside her since she’d left me. Made me feel like a fucking bastard for all the women I’d fucked over the years, but I hadn’t known she was out there waiting for me. And now I could use all those skills I’d learned for her benefit, to make her mine again. I would never leave my woman wanting.

Once I was buried balls deep, I paused to absorb the sensation of being surrounded by her heat, and to give her a moment to adjust to my size. After a few moments, I leaned over her and took her mouth, kissing her with all the desperation and passion I was feeling. Fuck, but I wanted to inhale her. Her hands came up to rest on my hips as she began to squirm beneath me.

“You ready for more, Cin?”

“Please.”

“Love you, Cin.”

I whispered the words against her lips before I kissed her again while I pulled my pelvis back and thrust into her. Her fingers dug into my sides and she broke the kiss with a gasp and arch of her back. I lifted my body up off her as I continued to move in and out of her. The only thing that would make this better was if I wasn’t wearing a fucking condom. I’d give my Harley to be able to take her bareback, to have the right to fill her womb with my seed.

One day.

Make that one day soon, I’d make it so I had that right as quickly as possible. Cindy Davis was mine. The only woman for me.

Gripping one of her legs, I lifted it up high as I ground against her, making sure I brushed over her clit before I began thrusting in and out again, deeper this time.

“Johnny!”

Fuck it all, but I loved how she said my name in a breathy scream when I did something that surprised her. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had called me Johnny. Probably my folks, before I left for BUD/S training. But the way Cin said it just now? Best fucking sound in the world.

A sheen of sweat coated her skin as she arched again and started to buck and wriggle against me.

“Whatcha want, babe?”

“More! Harder, faster... I need you. More.”

The desperation in her wide, desire-soaked gaze had me feeling ten feet tall. After quickly leaning in to kiss her again, I kneeled between her legs and took hold of her hips so I could pound into her hard and fast like she wanted. Within a few strokes, a tingle shot down my spine and my balls drew up, ready to blow. Shifting one hand, I gave her clit a tweak and pinch. That was all it took―she screamed out as she came. Her pussy clenched tight around me, forcing me over the edge with her. I couldn’t hold back the roar that erupted as I came deep inside my woman.

With the last jerk of my cock inside her, I dropped over her as I attempted to catch my breath. I nuzzled my face in against her neck and pressed a kiss to the soft skin there. Her arms came up around my shoulders and I rolled us to the side so I wouldn’t crush her under my weight. We stayed like that for a few minutes. I didn’t want to fucking move but I needed to deal with the condom.

Reluctantly, I pulled back from her and slid off the bed.

“Back in a sec.”

I quickly ducked into the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom, disposed of the condom, and wet a cloth before returning to her. She lay just as I’d left her, her eyes barely open and a slightly goofy grin on her face. She looked like a well-satisfied woman, a fact that had me standing a little taller as I strode over to her. Gently lifting her leg, I cleaned her inner thighs and pussy before moving to toss the cloth in the sink in the bathroom, then I turned off the bedroom light and came back to her.

Scooping her off the bed, I held her against me with one arm, as I shoved the bedding back. Then I placed her gently down before I slipped onto the mattress to lie beside her. As I reached to draw her in against me, she pulled the covers up over us.

“Get some rest, babe, because that was just the warm-up.”

She chuckled and wriggled until her back was tight up against my front. Warmth filled my heart when I wrapped my arm around her and cupped her breast in my palm and she sighed and relaxed further against me. This is what I’d been missing all these years, craving. Having Cin like this, content and safe in my arms.

Cindy

I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the pod machine to heat up as Johnny showered. Thankfully I didn’t have to be anywhere until later in the day and Renee had already left for work. Johnny made love to me three more times during the night so this morning I was feeling sore, but I wasn’t about to start complaining. Nope. In fact, I couldn’t wait to do it all again tonight. That thought had me chewing my lip in concern. I was working at Titanium tonight, so if Johnny wanted to hang with me, I needed to tell him about what kind of club it was before he walked into the place.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me back against him as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“What has you looking so worried, babe?”

“I need to tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to react.”

He tensed up behind me just as the first cup finished filling. He loosened his hold so I could switch out the pods and put a second cup in to be filled with coffee. Once I was done, I turned to hand him his.

“I assume you still take it black, no sugar?”

He was frowning as he nodded and took the mug from my hand. I grabbed my own brew before heading for the couch. He sat beside me and set his mug on the coffee table before twisting so he was facing me directly.

“Just spit it out, babe. Nothing you can say will change how I feel about you. You know that, right?”

“In theory.” I took a mouthful of my coffee before I set it beside his and faced him. “What do you know about the club, Titanium?”

“I know you work the bar there. Why?”

“So you don’t know what kind of club it is?”

His frown deepened as he stared at me intently. “I hope you’re not about to tell me you work at a strip club. Because if that’s the case, you’ll be quitting.”

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. “You’re part of an MC that keeps a bunch of whores on the payroll, and you’re going to throw shade at a strip club? That’s rich. And don’t MCs own most of the strip clubs around the country, anyhow?”

He actually growled at me. “Don’t give a fuck what other clubs do. The Charons don’t own one, and even if we did, I still wouldn’t have my woman working there.”

I patted his knee. “Take a breath, it’s not a strip club. Now, I seriously do only work behind the bar, so don’t get upset. Titanium is a kink club.” He sat silently, looking blankly at me. “You know? BDSM? Fifty shades and all that stuff? Do I really have to explain that to you? You’ve never spanked a girl’s butt?”

He seemed caught in a brain freeze or something, and it was scaring the shit out of me. I mean, if he was so judgey over the thought of me working in a strip club, what the fuck would he really think of a kink club? I went on the defensive, trying to make him understand.

“Natalie, the captain of Her Royal Hellions, owns the club. It’s all very high class and not sleazy at all. After my Grandma died and my Aunt Skye took over Retro Funk, she cut my hours back, and I needed another job. When I asked my derby family about it, Natalie said she needed a good bartender at Titanium. She did say I could play at the club too, around my work hours of course, but I never have. I couldn’t risk it with, well, you know. And I know at this point I’m rambling but your strong and silent routine is starting to freak me the fuck out. Please, tell me what you’re thinking.”

He reached out and grabbed my hands in his.

“I’ve got no fucking clue what to say to that, Cin. I’ve never been in a club like that to know what goes on inside one. So, it’s some kind of sex club? Is that what you’re saying?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not like that. I mean, sure, sex happens but it’s not orgies and stuff. And there’s privacy rooms where people go to have sex. That doesn’t happen out on the floor. It’s not allowed. There are lots of rules that everyone has to follow, it’s very safe. To be honest, I doubt my stalker has been able to gain access. I probably could have played there without—”

I stopped talking when he growled at me.

“Gah, stop doing that! You’re not a damn dog! Use your words. If you start talking, I’ll stop rambling. You know how I get when I’m nervous.”

He tugged my hands until I shifted so I was sitting across his lap.

“I don’t like the idea of you playing with other men, Cin. That shit’ll have me growling at you every damn time. Am I allowed in this place? To see what really fucking goes on in there?”

I lifted my palm to his face where I ran my short nails through his scruff, trying to calm the beast.

“I’ll need to double check with Natalie, but I’m pretty sure you will be. Normally new members have to fill out forms and stuff before they’re allowed in. But since I need to go in a little early to set up, we might be able to get you to fill everything out while I’m doing that.”

Johnny reached over me to grab his coffee while I pulled my phone out and shot a text off to Natalie.

“Since I’m working tonight, you can sit at the bar and keep me company while you watch what goes on. Wednesday nights aren’t as busy as later in the week.”

“How many nights do you work?”

“Normally four nights a week. Wednesday through Saturday, then on Sunday afternoon I go in for a few hours. Natalie holds training sessions on Sundays and there’s food and drinks available for attendees. But I don’t have to work that much, it’s only because I want to that I do. Now that you’re back in my life, I’ll see about cutting back my nights. If you want?”

Although less work would be less pay, I’d managed to put a little away over the years so I could survive working a little less for a while.

“Let’s see how tonight goes, I don’t want to upend your entire life, babe. But once we get this stalker situation dealt with, we’ll need to decide what we’re going to do. I run the club’s bar back in Bridgewater. The others are taking care of it while I take care of you, but I’ll need to get back to it at some point. You have a job there too, if you want it. I’d also fucking love it if you’d move back to Bridgewater with me. How many times a week do you train for derby?”

My breath stuttered in my chest. This was all getting very heavy, extremely quickly. Move back to Bridgewater? To live with Nitro? After a couple deep breaths, I pushed that side of what he said away and focused on derby.

“Personally, I train every day. We have to go to two training sessions each week. One with the league and one with the team. The other nights it’s low key and is just whoever turns up that skates and trains.”

“So, if I found somewhere in Bridgewater where you could safely skate, and gave you a few nights of work at the club’s bar, you’d be able to live with me?”

My heart ached at the hope in his voice. I wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Nitro as much as possible, I did. But I didn’t want to be one of those girls who lost the rest of her life when she settled on a man. He was being supportive of my roller derby commitment, which was good, but I didn’t want to lose my friends at Titanium either. Although, the drive between Bridgewater and Houston wouldn’t be so bad if it was only a few nights a week.

“Would you let me still work at least a night or two per week at Titanium? I’d miss my friends there if I left completely.”

“I don’t see why you couldn’t. But I’d like to see this place before I go agreeing to anything to do with it. What about Retro Funk? Would you want to keep working there?”

My stomach clenched as I thought about not working there anymore.

“That shop was my Grandma’s pride and joy. I loved working in there with her and had hoped to keep running the store after she passed. But that didn’t happen. Mom told me that Grandma wanted me to live my life with no pressure from her to continue her dreams. So Aunt Skye took the store. And my aunt is a grade-A bitch. She resents the hell out of me and the fact she has to keep me employed there as long as I want to be. Honestly? I don’t love it like I used to. And I get the feeling Aunt Skye wants to overhaul the store and sell different stuff. Higher end clothing and that kind of thing. Grandma was a hippy to her very soul, but somehow that gene skipped right over Aunt Skye. The high end stuff will be much more to her taste and style. But she can’t do that while I’m still working there. I’m not sure of all the legalities, but from my aunt’s rants, it was part of the agreement of her getting the store that as long as I was there, she had to keep it as it is. So, yeah, I’ll be sad to leave it, but I’ve known for a while now that I was going to have to go soon.”

“If you wanted, you could open your own store in Bridgewater. I’ve probably got enough cash stashed away for you to make a go of it.”

Tears pricked my eyes and tracked down my cheeks as my heart burst with happiness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and feathered kisses over his face. I couldn’t believe he’d do that for me. Spend his life savings so I could have my own store! Even if it never happened, the fact he’d even thought of doing it was enough.

He was chuckling by the time I pulled back to look him in the eye, but before I could speak, to tell him how wonderful he was, my phone dinged with a new message and wiping my tears aside, I unlocked the screen.

“Natalie says you’re fine to come along tonight. She’ll get you to fill out the paperwork while I’m setting up.”

“Excellent. Can’t wait to see what this place is all about.”

Taking his now empty coffee mug, I set it on the table along with my phone, then straddling his lap, I cupped his face in my palms and proceeded to kiss the hell out of my man. Hoping with everything in me that he would like what he saw tonight, that he would be willing to try out at least some of it with me. I started squirming on his lap as I imagined what it would be like to be tied up by him.