Page 27 of Just Heartbeats (Royalla Motorcycle Club #1)

Roma lay on her side, curled against the cool edge of the bed, the worn cotton sheet draped over her lower half.

She breathed slowly, keeping her eyes almost closed as she peered between her lashes at the wall in Kodiak's bedroom.

A thousand thoughts swirled in her mind, all of them involving Kodiak.

She had heard him ride in. The low rumble of at least twenty motorcycles arriving at the compound usually hummed her to sleep, except when she was looking forward to seeing one of the riders.

The door to the room opened and shut. Boots scraped against the concrete floor.

She held her breath. The quiet clink of his belt buckle seemed like a distant gunshot in the night.

That was how she knew he was tired. Usually, he was the most considerate person, trying not to wake her.

Tonight, he moved like he was exhausted.

She felt the mattress dip behind her as he climbed in, the heat of his body flowing across her spine. He didn't speak. He never did, not immediately. She gave him time to leave the violence at the door and come to her because he wanted to be in bed with her.

She waited, keeping her body still and her breathing shallow. She knew he was aware she was awake.

Still, she pretended, giving him time.

And then he moved. One large, calloused hand slid beneath the cover and curled around her waist to cup her breast. He pulled her toward him in one fluid motion, flipping her onto her back like she weighed nothing at all.

In the glow of the light coming from the other room, his dark eyes were shadowed with exhaustion.

Her breath hitched in disappointment. Whatever he'd hoped to find in the search for Deception MC's next move, he hadn't.

She could read it in the tight line of his lips and the faint tremble of frustration in his fingers as they moved over her hip to cup her ass.

Roma palmed the curve of his jaw. The look he gave her was softer than anything he'd shown the world. She pulled him down. He kissed her like he was trying to forget. Or maybe trying to remember what he continually fought for.

This was a side of him that the members of Royalla never got to see. It was the part of him that she loved the most.

Roma responded without hesitation, her body arching to meet him, her mouth parting to take him in. She had no desire to know what happened tonight. All she wanted to know was that he was okay. That nobody was hurt.

His hands roamed her body. Every touch, every press of lips against pulse points, made her believe that he'd come to her for comfort. It was the one thing she could give him that his club couldn't.

"Spread your legs."

She dragged her feet up on the bed, dropped her knees to the mattress, and opened herself to him.

It'd taken one night after having sex with him to learn that he expected her naked in bed when he rolled in.

At first, it was unusual to have nothing on.

Growing up in the clubhouse, her dad had specific rules for her.

She had to dress in the bathroom after showering in case one of the bikers had come to visit with her dad.

That made sense. She wouldn't want to dash from the bathroom to the bedroom wrapped in a towel around the members.

Her dad also made sure that she set a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on the dresser, so if anything happened at night and she needed to leave the room, she was supposed to pull on the clothes, as she couldn't go into the clubhouse in her pajamas.

At the time, it seemed silly. The clubhouse was her home. But she understood her dad was only protecting her and her childhood. A childhood that was perfect for her.

Kodiak's hand cupped her pussy. His rough, thick finger slid between her folds, dipping in the wetness before circling her clit.

Her knees came up like the wings of a butterfly, flapping for takeoff, before she calmed enough to keep them down.

His touch always surprised her, yet he knew exactly how to relax her body, allowing her to enjoy what he did to her fully.

"As soon as this shit is over, you're going to make an appointment to get on birth control." His lips found her neck. "I want you to fucking come all over my cock."

Goosebumps broke out over her flesh, and she shivered. She turned, kissing his forehead until he lifted his head and claimed her mouth. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she moaned when he sucked and caressed her with his tongue.

Her nipples beaded into hard pebbles. She shifted, moving her hand between their bodies and cupping the front of his jeans. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against the material. A jolt of arousal flooded her, knowing that he liked touching her.

She stroked him. His mouth left her, and his warm exhale heated her neck. A thrill traveled down her spine. It excited her to touch him. Discovering his body and what he enjoyed occupied a significant portion of her days. If she wasn't around him, touching him, then she was dreaming about him.

He rolled to his back and undid his jeans, shoving them down. She sat up and watched him grab a condom off the nightstand.

"Touch it," she blurted.

His gaze lifted, and he tilted his head. "Hm?"

She pointed and wagged her finger. "Touch it the way you like to be touched."

"I like it when it's in your hand." He ripped open the foil package.

She got up on her knees, needing to stop him before he put on the protection. "Then show me what I'm supposed to do." She picked up his hand and tried to move it toward his dick. "But use your hand." She motioned for him to do it. "Please."

Before Kodiak, she had no experience. No make-out sessions that went beyond kissing while at school.

Her dad protected her from getting involved with anyone, and Kodiak made sure she followed the rules for the last two years.

There were so many things she wanted to do now that she could do those things with Kodiak.

For a split second, she thought he'd refuse to indulge her. Then, without taking his gaze off her, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. She recoiled at the grip he put on himself. It was violent. Much harder than she'd dare touch him.

The veins in his forearm stood out even more than usual. The head of his cock grew to a deeper red. He moved with short strokes. He wasn't gentle. He moved the skin instead of moving over the skin like she tended to do with him. Then, she leaned closer. A drop of cum dotted the head of his cock.

She gently touched the milky liquid, rubbing it between her index finger and thumb. Curious, she put her finger in her mouth. There wasn't much flavor. Maybe slightly salty.

Kodiak stopped squeezing his cock. The vein in the middle of his forehead stood out.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"Keep licking those fingers..." His voice grew lower. "And, you'll find out."

Her pussy spasmed. He liked it when she tasted him.

Scrambling to her hands and knees, she put her head above his cock. "Put it in my mouth."

"Do you even know what to do?"

She scoffed. "Do you know how many Royalla members I've seen get a blow job in my lifetime?"

"Point taken." He let go of his cock and lay back. "Do what you want."

Without even touching him, his cock danced, slapping his stomach. She wanted to know if the movement was involuntary or if he controlled it with his mind, but she was already playing catch the dick with her mouth and failing.

Determined to give him the best BJ he'd ever received, she grabbed the base of his cock and held it still so that she could put the tip in her mouth. She stopped right before she scraped him with her teeth and stretched her jaw all the way open several times, trying to make her mouth bigger.

Moistening her lips, she tried again and managed to get the bulbous head in her mouth. She tried to swallow to add pressure, but he was too large. It was like trying to drink water with her mouth wide open.

Instead, she put both hands on him, covering the rest of his cock.

She leaned her head to the right and then the left, moving her mouth against him.

It was impossible to take more of him, so she took her lips off him and licked.

Around twice and over. The drop of cum appeared again.

She peeked up and found Kodiak leaning on his elbows, propped on the bed, watching her.

A quiver rolled through her. She leaned down, trying her hardest to take more of him. But she gagged, taking her mouth completely off him in embarrassment. How had all the women who visited the club been able to take so much dick into their mouths?

Kodiak cupped her chin and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. "Relax and try again."

She opened her mouth when Kodiak gripped his cock and aimed toward the inside of her cheek instead of down her throat. The fullness was nice without making her panicky about breathing. She could inhale and exhale through her nose.

Kodiak had a death grip on himself. She peered up at him, able to swallow.

Able to suck. Careful not to close her mouth and aware of her teeth, she moved sideways until the end of his cock pushed her cheek out.

Then, she did it again. And again. Fascinated that the more she moved, the harder he squeezed.

Curious to find out what he'd do if she touched his balls, she shifted her upper body and cupped the sac in her hand, gently rubbing.

"Damn, baby girl," murmured Kodiak. "Keep that up, and I'm gonna blow in your mouth."

"Mm." She nodded, permitting him.

He pulled out with a groan. "Not this time. I want inside your pussy."

He grabbed the condom, rolling it on. She continued to explore between his legs, rolling his balls in her cupped hand.

"You can play all you want later." He rolled her onto her back and put himself between her legs. "But I want you now."

She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer. He plunged inside of her. She gasped. He held still. That's the last thing she wanted him to do.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

He grabbed the top of her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck. She bucked against him at the onslaught of warmth sliding up her neck from his mouth.

She moaned, but the sound barely met the air because he'd captured her mouth. Taking his tongue, showing him what she would've done to his cock, she eagerly fed her arousal.

She ran her hands over his sides. His muscles bunched under her palms. He thrust into her harder. Every time he came into contact with her clit, her eyes rolled behind her eyelids, and she bucked against him.

She couldn't stop. The prize was in reach. She strained, not to climax but to try to contain the giant ball of energy growing inside of her.

But it was out of control. She bit down on her lower lip, muffling her scream as her orgasm ripped through her, holding her prisoner. Quake and rumbles pulsed through her.

Kodiak pulled his upper body back and stared down at her. She wanted to ask if he was okay, or if he was any closer to bringing peace back to Royalla, but he had enough to worry about without her adding to his burden.

The lines on his forehead deepened, and his strokes grew longer, more unsteady until his head reared back, and he held himself completely inside her. His cock pulsated with his release. Her ankles unhooked from the back of his legs, and her arms slithered off him.

"You're home." She smiled lazily.

He lowered himself down and rolled to his side, taking her with him. "For a few hours. Need to sleep."

"You're going out again?"

"Yeah." He took off the condom, tied it, and dropped it on the floor to be picked up later. "Fucking tired, baby girl."

Roma lay awake long after his breathing slowed, his heartbeat steady against her side. Her eyes traced the darkened ceiling, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.

She knew he was far from done. That Deception Motorcycle Club wasn't finished with them until Kodiak put an end to the threats. It was the only way they'd all be safe.

But for now, he was home.

And that would have to be enough.