Page 5 of Nitro

“I will,” Nitro said. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to Tommy.”

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NITRO

I grabbed the spare helmet before I walked over to Tommy. He was waiting for me.

Gently, I placed the helmet on his head, my fingers tightening the straps under his chin.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Born ready," Tommy replied, his response drawing a laugh from me.

I swung a leg over my Harley, settling onto the seat, and watched as Tommy walk over and effortlessly mounted the bike behind me.

His golden hair shone under the warm sun, and his blue eyes radiated sheer delight.

Today, He wore a plain white t-shirt, faded jeans, and white sneakers - but he looked absolutely amazing.

My inner grizzly growled with satisfaction and possessiveness.

Ever since I first laid eyes on Tommy, I immediately knew he was mine. My mate. I knew he felt something for me as well.

Of course, I had no intention of rushing this, or rushing Tommy himself.

I couldn't even begin to imagine the hellish ordeal he'd been through during his captivity.

It was nothing short of miraculous that he had managed to emerge from it, battered but alive.

Not completely intact, I thought, my mind drifting to the painful moment when Marc had embraced Tommy, and Tommy had tensed.

Spike had warned me that helping Tommy heal would be a long, challenging process. But I didn't care one bit about the hard work ahead.

Tommy was mine, and we had all the time in the world to figure everything out together.

I revved the engine, the roar of my bike filled the air, drowning out everything else. I felt Tommy wrap his skinny arms wrap securely around my waist.

I couldn’t help but notice his chest was warm against my back.

Then, with a twist of the throttle, we were off, the wind rushing past us. Tommy's delighted laughter reached my ears.

I couldn't help but glance back and catch Spike's truck in the rearview mirror.

He gave me the middle finger, clearly wishing he was on his Harley as well.

I couldn't blame him; there was something thrilling about the open road.

Taking the scenic route back to Moon Burrow, I wanted to prolong this moment with Tommy. Plus, I knew Spike wouldn't mind the detour.

About halfway there, the realization struck that my gas tank was running close to empty, and I swore softly under my breath.

Tommy tightened his hold around me. "What's wrong?" Tommy asked.

"Need to refuel," I replied irritably.

"Good," Tommy whispered. "I could use a toilet break."

"It's settled then," I said with a grin, signaling to Spike to follow me as I veered toward the nearest gas station.

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