Page 60 of Inglorious
“Nanci, a woman like you, someone so fuckin’ special, can have any man walking this planet. Why the hell would you want to date a wreck like me?”
I held Inglorious’s gaze and saw the insecurities he was trying to hide. I wanted to scoff at his thoughts, but guessed that would hurt him. “Why would I be ashamed of being seen with one of the kindest, respectful, loyal, and decent men around? Inglorious, so many women want you, and instead, you’re here with me. I’m nothing special, but you are. Even when I hated you, I didn’t hate you. It was easy to turn my feelings into negative ones. That allowed me to disregard my true emotions.”
Inglorious straightened, and his beautiful eyes pierced mine, trying to see beneath my words.
“And it was wrong to blame you for rejecting me. That was the best thing you did for me when I was a teenager. Now is our time, Inglorious.”
“Spell it out, Nanci. I want no mistakes between us,” Inglorious stated.
“Okay, I desired you in the past, but I was a stupid girl. Now I’m an adult. When Seth died, I loathed and blamed you for Seth’s death. The truth is, Seth, Mouse, Bomber, Heat, Snake, and the rest of them would have fought anyway. Knowing you, you probably even gave everyone an out, and nobody took it.”
Inglorious shook his head. Just as I thought, Inglorious had done exactly that.
“Seth wasn’t my only family member who died. I considered them all family. Inglorious, you forgot that from six, I was hanging around the MC constantly. You and Seth were both sixteen when you put on prospect cuts. Seth bucked my parents’ orders and ensured I spent weekends with him and, because of him, the club. Yes, I was infatuated with you from thirteen and made all these silly, romantic dreams up, Roman. But I’m an adult now; these aren’t the dreams or feelings of a teenager.”
“Say my name again.”
“Roman,” I breathed.
“Only you get to call me that. Hear me? Nanci, your parents were dicks and remain cunts. I made Rage our allies and took on their war because I saw the bigger picture. The Venomous Fangs would have enslaved Rapid City and spread out from there. Women walking down the street wouldn’t have been safe because if a Fang took a fancy to them, they’d have been snatched, raped, and killed. Kids wouldn’t have been safe. Shop and business owners would have paid high enforcement taxes or risked being killed as an example to others.
“That’s what Rapid City faced, and a lot worse. Sure, the allies underestimated Fang’s numbers, and we lost too many people. But considering they—call the Fangs a homegrown terrorist cell… because there’s no better word—were operating in our country, there was no option. The government flat-out refused to believe our warnings, and influential individuals reached out to them.
“Even knowing what I know now… I’d have made the same choice, Nanci. Please understand that. Despite my guilt and self-hate, I wouldn’t and couldn’t change a thing. Which child’s life do I sacrifice to save Psych?”
I flinched at the thought, and Inglorious hauled me close and wrapped me up in his warm embrace. “Shit, I never considered that.”
“That’s not something I wanted on your conscience.”
“Needless to say, that’s in my head now, Inglorious,” I retorted with a hitched laugh.
“Come on. Get into the truck and we’ll go eat dogs and popcorn and watch men in white uniforms fly some planes.”
“Have tissues ready for Goose’s death,” I said.
“Nanci, they’re in that bag. Think I don’t know you?” Inglorious chuckled and helped me into the pickup.
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Content, I snuggled into Inglorious’s embrace as we lay on the back of the Raptor. He’d thought of everything. There was a blow-up mattress cushioning our asses and some plump cushions we leaned back against. Inglorious had also brought blankets. We had a good space, which I learned he’d reserved when we arrived. Despite having cars on each side, they were a car’s width away, giving us privacy.
We’d eaten hot dogs and hamburgers and had a massive box of popcorn and a similar sized one of candy. Inglorious had bought two huge drinks and pointed me in the direction of the portable toilets. Asshole!
I was wiping my eyes after Goose hit the eject button and flew into the plane’s canopy, and Inglorious chuckled softly. He wiped an errant tear from my cheek and sucked his finger.
“A little salty, just like you,” Inglorious teased, and I thumped his thigh.
Inglorious pulled a face, pretending to be hurt, and I laughed.
“I’ll give you salty,” I murmured and reached for his belt. Inglorious stiffened as I undid it.
He looked good tonight. Inglorious wore a plum Henley and smart black jeans that were a little too big for his frame. Inglorious was still gaining back the weight he’d lost. He had his cut over the top, and his hair had been trimmed. He was clean-shaven, which didn’t bother me. I liked Inglorious with a beard or without; both suited him.
Inglorious gripped my hand as his eyes raked my face. I allowed Inglorious to see what I was feeling, and slowly he removed his hand and leaned back. I popped the jean buttons open, slid my hand inside, and grasped his cock. Inglorious was already hard, and his jeans were tight. It was a struggle to move, and I made a noise of discontent.
With a chuckle, Inglorious lifted his hips, and I wriggled his jeans down and popped his cock out. Before Inglorious could say or do anything, I yanked the blanket over my head and took his cock into my mouth. A gasp left him as I twirled my tongue around his tip. It was thick and large, and I realised just how big Inglorious was. Fuck, would that fit inside me? I shoved the worrying thought aside and sucked Inglorious deeper. I could only take half of him, and he was hitting the back of my throat.
Inglorious’s hands ran through my hair as I bobbed up and down. He groaned as I lightly dragged my teeth against his sensitive tip and licked the pre-cum that leaked from him. Moaning, I took him slightly deeper as Inglorious pulled out a little and then thrust back in. I cupped his balls and squeezed as Inglorious held my head in place. Slowly, he fucked my mouth while I was helpless to stop him.
