Page 20 of Nitro

“You really going to make me chase you right now?” Tink reaches around with her other hand and tightens her grip on my neck pulling me back down to her mouth. She’s so short even sitting down I’m taller than her.

A deep growl rumbles in my chest as I swing myself onto the bed and lift her so she’s on my lap. If she’s going to give me permission to feel those luscious lips on mine, I’m going to take it. She rocks her core against me brazenly and I revel in the fucking feeling. I bet she’s tight as fuck.

“Oh shit, you’re big.” She mutters against my lips and I chuckle lightly against hers. I've never had any complaints in that department. Well, a few, but they were all along the lines of ’that beast isn’t going to fit,’ other than that, no real complaints.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” I pull her head back using her hair and suck on her neck. I do my best not to leave any marks no matter how bad I want to.

“Why not? You married or something?” She asks on a moan.

“No, fuck that. I don’t have an ol' lady, but you’re with the Wings. We don’t really mix well.” I say as I pull her head back so that I’m looking in her eyes.

“Hmm, sounds like you trying to lay claim on something that’s not even yours." She smirks at me and it feels like a fucking challenge.

“Are you saying I couldn’t make you mine? That I wouldn’t ruin that pussy with my cock, make you crave nobody else but me? That I couldn’t have you soaking wet just from the sound of me calling your name?”

“Someone sounds a little overconfident.” She says as she drops her head to my shoulder, still rocking her core hard against me.

“Not overconfident. I know what I’m like when I find something I want. I don’t let go until I have it all.” I grab hold of her hip and hold her steady as I roll my hips under her taking control of what she’s doing.

“Oh yes, make me come, Nitro. Please.” Just as suddenly as she's cracking, she is begging me to make her come. I fucking love it. I feel her body tightening up and I move faster trying to get her there.

I watch in awe as her entire body shakes, and her eyes roll up into her head as she comes while she dry humps my rock hard cock.

“Shit that’s the sexiest shit, I’ve ever seen in my life.” I admit.

“Fuck, do you have time? Tell me there’s time. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life.” Tink grabs at my shirt and tries to pull it off. She’s right I have no idea, what’s going on upstairs or how long I have been down here. The entire compound could be on fire right now and I wouldn’t fucking know.

“Shit, hold on. Let me see what’s happening.” I try to get up, but she already has her legs latched onto me. “Tink, fuck.” I let myself fall back down to where she is and grind against her again. No, I need to make sure it’s safe first—for the both of us. “I have to check. I have to.” My passion and need for her is ramping up. I know that if I don’t get off her right now, I’m not going to check and someone could just walk in on us.

I peel her legs off my waist and walk over to the door. With the door closed I can’t hear anything that is going on. I push open the small tray serving door within the door and my worst fear comes to life. Instantly, I hear five gunshots in rapid succession. We’re under attack.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tink is already up from the bed and coming over to me. The fear that I'd momentarily erased back on her face. “No! You stay over here in this corner. Keep the door closed. I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.” I turn to leave and pray that whoever is upstairs is a friend and not just another group Rooster has managed to piss off.

Nitro

I burst out of Tink’s cell and race up the stairs to the main area. I stop only for a second to pull my gun out. I only have one extra clip on me so if the person or people upstairs are more prepared than that I am about to be up shit’s creek.

I push through the heavy door and look around for the threat. I nearly vomit right where I’m standing when I see what’s actually going on. These fucking crazy bastards have the strippers lashed to the spinning poles and are shooting them. They have them tied down and are using them as fucking target practice. All of them are dead already, but they are still fucking with the bodies. Gunny actually has one pulled all the way down and is fucking her dead corpse.

“What the fuck! What the fuck are you nasty fucks doing!” I yell out. I can’t take this shit. I’m not built for this level of fucking disfunction.

“Nitro brother! These bitches you brought don’t know how to have fun. They just wanted to dance. Who the fuck pays bitches to dance anymore?” Lefty says and I barge over to him.

“That’s all we asked them to come over here to do. What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck did they need to die for?” My heart is hammering against my chest and I know I’m a second away from losing my shit.

“What do you mean why did they need to die? They weren’t down for the Purged so they needed to die.” Limp says from where he is standing aiming a gun at a spinning stripper already riddled with bullet holes.

“You’re sick fucks, all of you. Stop fucking shooting in the fucking clubhouse and clean this shit up. What the fuck are you going to do when the God damn cops come here looking for them. This isn’t the fucking Wild West. The mother fucking Purged don’t rule the fucking world!” I bellow.

“Shouldn’t we though?”

I turn to see Rooster behind me. Leaning on the door that leads down to the prisoner cells.

Everyone cheers and continues shooting into the air. I keep my eyes on Rooster's. He’s lucid, at least it looks like he is.

I walk over to him, hopefully I can get him to see how a bunch of misfit people just randomly killing people is going to bring the wrong kind of people. “Rooster, this shit can’t go down.”

“You going to stop it?” His voice is laced with anger. Something is off.

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