“That’d be no fun. You’d hate it if I didn’t talk dirty to you.”
“True. Okay, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Make Monroe wait with you until I get there. I don’t want you outside by yourself.”
I hung up and Monroe narrowed her eyes at me. Waving her hand at my face, she said, “What’s that look?”
“What look?”
She pointed at my face. “The dreamy look.”
I shoved my phone back in my bag and hit her with a smile. “He likes me.”
She stared at me in surprise before bursting into laughter. “Of course he fucking likes you, Tatum! I mean, he only saved your life twice and spends every spare minute he has with you.”
I thought about that. She was right. He did. “Damn.”
She shook her head as if she was frustrated with me. “I swear, you’re hard work sometimes. I know Randall screwed up your self-esteem, but have you taken a look in the mirror lately? You’re fucking hot. And that heart of yours? It’s so giving and caring, any guy would be dumb not to want it.”
“He told me to make you wait with me because he didn’t want me waiting on my own.” My heart felt like it might burst at the knowledge he worried over me.
She grinned. “The biker came good.” Monroe was still hesitant about me seeing Nitro, but I could see her softening towards him.
“Yeah,” I murmured, my mind already thinking ahead to seeing him. Although he’d slept over my place the night before and I’d woken up with him that morning, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough of the man.
* * *
“Oh God…. Fuck!” I yelled as I came, throwing my head back.
Nitro held my ass while I rode his face. He gripped me harder when I screamed out, his tongue still working its magic on my pussy. When I tried to move off him, he didn’t let me go. A growl came from him and I shuddered as another ripple of pleasure worked its way through me.
Placing my hand on his head, I said, “I can’t take much more, Nitro. Your tongue is going to make my pussy explode from too much of a good thing.”
His hold on me loosened and he finally allowed me to move. Settling myself on the bed next to him, I lay flat on my back and flung my arms out. The alcohol and the orgasm were working together to make me sleepy and I closed my eyes.
He rolled onto his side and cupped my breast. “I’m sure there was talk of sex after you sucked me off and sat on my face.”
I cracked an eye open and looked at him. “Yeah, well you’re just too good at what you do and now I’m exhausted.”
He dropped a kiss on my breast before leaving the bed. I didn’t have the energy to see what he was doing, but I figured he’d headed into the bathroom. When he returned five or so minutes later, I was almost asleep.
The bed dipped and he spooned me. It woke me up a little and I decided to use the bathroom before I passed out. Stumbling, I made my way there and did what I had to before walking back to the bedroom. On the way, my dress caught my eye. It was on the floor and I bent to pick it up, almost falling headfirst.
“Shit,” I said, reaching out for the bed to stop my fall.
Nitro moved off the bed to help me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to pick up my dress so it doesn’t get wrinkled,” I said, draping the dress over the chair in his room. “Seems as though I have to wear it home tomorrow. You know, it’d be good if you had space for me to leave some clothes here for times like this. I’m going to have to go home in the morning and get ready for brunch with the girls. If I had shit here, I could have just gotten ready here.” God, I was rambling in my drunken state. I stopped when I noticed Nitro staring at me, frozen to the spot. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He didn’t reply at first, but then he said, “Nothing. Get your ass back in bed so I can fuck you again.”
I stared at him, confused as hell, but that could have been the alcohol. He’d gone from concerned to bossy and demanding in under a minute, though, so I couldn’t be sure it was just the alcohol. “Did I say something wrong?”
His arms scooped me up and he dumped me on the bed. “We’re done with talking.” He positioned himself over me, his mouth on mine in a kiss that swept all thoughts from my mind. “And you’re done with even contemplating sleep.”
I might have been ready for sleep before, but Nitro soon had me panting for his cock. Who was I kidding? He always did.
* * *
“Call me when you’re ready. I’ll swing back and pick you up,” Nitro said as he pulled up to the kerb.