Page 56 of Inglorious
“You don’t know how much I want to taste you,” Inglorious muttered as he began moving his finger as my nub tightened.
“Make me cum,” I ordered as my breathing quickened.
For a split second, an emotion I couldn’t identify crossed Inglorious’s face, before he swooped and reclaimed my mouth. His finger increased in speed and pressure, and my orgasm built. I tore my mouth free as I cried out my release and clenched my legs around his hand.
Seconds ticked past as I rode the waves of pleasure until I collapsed against him like a wet rag. Inglorious removed his hand and, holding my eyes, licked his finger clean.
“You taste amazing. Baby, I can’t wait to bury my head in your pussy,” he murmured.
“What are we doing?” I asked, dazed.
“Me? Claiming you, making you mine. But it will be a slow process, babe, because you need to understand you can trust me. Make no mistake, Nanci, you’re mine.”
I stared mutely, unsure how to answer, and Inglorious smiled smugly and kissed me again before sauntering off.
“That was just a taster of what’s waiting,” he called out as I straightened myself. His ass disappeared through the doors, and I cursed. That smug bastard!
Inglorious
“Need a word,” I said, entering Vortex’s office.
“Come in, why don’t you?” Vortex retorted, and I chuckled. I sat down opposite him and held his gaze.
“Nanci is the stand-in president. Vortex, I may be on scut duties, but remember, this is my club!”
“What do you want?” Vortex sighed, not willing to engage in an argument.
“Permission to court Nanci. Psych is gone, and I can’t get his. I’m not even telling those cunts of a family that Nanci has returned. Nanci called you first out of everyone, so you’re close. Close enough, Nanci gave you Psych’s position.”
“You think that means something?” Vortex asked.
“Nah, I don’t think, I know. Now, I’m telling you, I’m claiming Nanci.”
“Then you aren’t asking for permission,” Vortex fired back, and I chuckled.
“Guess not. How about we say I’m informing you?”
Vortex studied me. “Four weeks ago, when we arrived, I’d have shot you. A lot has happened since then. Reaching a month sober is great, but the real struggle starts now. You’ve got to remain clean each day.”
“You don’t know what I suffer daily. Honestly? The urge to grab a drink is worse when I wake up. But once I’m showered and functioning, that fades. I’m not tempted, but I’ve not been in a social position where others are drinking. That will be the big test. It’s a habit to have a beer when friends are too. Ain’t gonna lie, I’m an alcoholic, and that’s never going to go away. Still, that doesn’t define who I am.”
“And who’s that?” Vortex fixed his gaze on mine.
“The President of the Unwanted Bastards, a brother, friend, and leader. I’m also a recovering alcoholic, and I’m a man with human frailties.”
Vortex nodded slowly. “Therapy seems to be helping.”
“Janet opened my eyes. Actually, no, Janet has provided a sounding board, and I’ve come to some realisations. I’ll probably struggle every morning not to grab a drink immediately. But that won’t affect how I think and feel about Nanci.”
“Why are you asking permission?”
“Because, as I said, it’s clear you’re close. Nanci gave you VP, her legacy position. When Nanci steps down, she can’t claim it, as it’s now yours. That means something. She picked you to fill Psych’s boots. That alone screams that Nanci loves, cares, and trusts you. Especially with honouring Psych’s memory.”
“We stayed in touch after what happened with Rhea,” Vortex admitted.
“And you and I will have a come-to-Jesus talk about that, brother,” I threatened.
Vortex nodded. “Guess I owe you that.”
