Page 12 of Nitro (Redline Kings MC #3)
JANA
I woke in Torin’s arms, his scent surrounding me—leather and something musky that was all him.
He was stretched out in my bed like he’d always belonged there, with his hands splayed across my belly.
Beams of the early morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting delicate patterns across the four-poster bed that barely fit the two of us.
The humid air carried the faint scent of azaleas from the open window, but his nearness overwhelmed everything else, his warmth igniting a restless heat deep inside me.
For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and trying to process the weight pressing against my chest.
I had told him about my family. Something I’d sworn I’d keep locked inside me forever. But the betrayals from my father and brother had spilled out of me like I’d been waiting all these years for him to hear it.
Torin hadn’t flinched. He’d listened and made me believe that maybe my past didn’t define me. Even though the Broken Skulls were worse than I knew and basically at war with the Redline Kings, he still hadn’t judged me.
I rolled onto my side, careful not to wake him, and studied the man who had undone me in ways no one else ever had.
His face was softer in sleep, though the faint scruff on his jaw and the line of his mouth still hinted at danger.
His lashes were ridiculously long for someone so ruthless.
A tattoo peeked above the edge of the sheet, dark ink curling over muscle I’d mapped with my hands and lips only hours ago.
He was the kind of man I’d sworn to stay away from, but I’d somehow come to think of him as mine.
The thought hit hard enough that I sucked in a shaky breath. I couldn’t afford to believe a man like Torin Addis could be my safe harbor when my entire life had taught me otherwise.
But when he shifted in his sleep, arm tightening around me like he wasn’t letting go, I sank back into the curve of his body before I could stop myself.
Torin stirred when I shifted against him, his lashes lifting slowly to reveal dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. His voice was rough with sleep, and the rasp sent heat curling low in my belly. “You keep starin’ at me like that, baby, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you need me again.”
“Maybe I do.” My breath caught when his hand smoothed over my hip, dragging me closer until my chest pressed to his. “Torin.”
My whisper carried more need than I wanted him to hear.
His mouth curved in that crooked smile I was coming to appreciate, but nothing was mocking in the way his fingers traced the line of my spine. “Don’t worry. I got you.”
He kissed me, slow and coaxing, as though he had all the time in the world to taste me. His lips brushed mine twice before his tongue slid deep, and I melted into him, my body remembering how good it felt to be undone by him.
“I like waking up like this,” I confessed when he ended the kiss.
“You better.” He brushed his lips against mine again. “It’s gonna happen a fuck of a lot more.”
I stroked my hand up his chest, tracing my fingertip over the black lines of the Route 66 tattoo on his left pec. “Yeah?”
“Already addicted to gettin’ my taste of you in the morning.” He shifted over me, weight braced on his forearm, his other hand skimming under the oversized shirt I’d tugged on last night to find bare skin. “And not just your mouth.”
My inner walls fluttered at the reminder of the orgasms his lips, tongue, and teeth had given me. “We should make it a tradition whenever we wake up together.”
“Every morning then.”
His kiss swallowed the questions his bold statement prompted, the heat between us quickly building until I stopped wondering if he meant those words and how they sounded. That this wasn’t temporary. And maybe he wanted something permanent with me.
His fingers brushed over my panties, teasing the soaked fabric, and a wave of heat surged through me.
My breath quickened, and I knew he could feel how much I wanted him, my body already slick with need.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his other hand tangled in my hair, his strong fingers curling around my neck.
He held me in place as our kiss turned desperate and hungry. I melted into it, a soft moan escaping as his tongue swept inside, claiming me.
“Fuck, baby. I love when you make sounds like that.”
“I’m still not used to how you make me feel,” I confessed, arching into his touch.
“’Cause I’m the only one who’s ever gotten a taste of you like this.” He claimed my mouth in another deep kiss. “Best damn gift I’ve ever been given.”
I pressed closer, my arms wrapping around his shoulders.
My hardened nipples brushed against his chest through the shirt I’d taken from him last night, but it wasn’t enough.
His hands gripped my hips, and with a gentle tug, he guided me onto his lap.
My legs straddled him on the edge of the bed.
Even through his boxer briefs and my panties, I felt the hard evidence of his desire, and my core throbbed, wet and aching.
“Torin,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need as he shifted me, his lips trailing along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of fire with every lick and gentle bite.
Each touch marked me, and I arched into him, craving more.
“Be a good girl and lie back for me.”
I’d been strong for so long, standing on my own two feet from far too young an age. I never thought I’d willingly hand power over to someone else, but I loved how Torin took control in bed. And when he called me a good girl in that deep voice of his, my ovaries practically exploded.
He eased me onto my back, his weight settling between my thighs. After lifting the shirt over my head, his eyes darkened, and a low groan escaped as he took in the sight of me sprawled beneath him.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.”
Before I could respond, he dipped his head, his tongue swirling around one of my pebbled peaks. I squirmed, moaning, my body alight with desire as he sucked, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
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.