Page 38 of Just Heartbeats (Royalla Motorcycle Club #1)

Kodiak stood in the hallway with his arms folded, looking at Roma while listening to Cruz.

She leaned against the doorway of the room, wrapped in one of his flannel shirts.

The sleeves were too long, and the hem brushed her thighs.

She should've stayed inside, but she'd waited for hours for him to come home.

He nodded at whatever Cruz said. His gaze never left her. He looked at her as if staring would keep her there.

Finally, Cruz punched Kodiak's shoulder and walked away in the opposite direction, leaving them alone in the hallway.

"Been standing there long?" His low voice came out gravelly.

"Long enough, I'm starting to lose my patience," she said softly, taking a few steps closer. "Your last text said you'd be home at eight o'clock. It's almost midnight."

He grunted, ignoring her concern. "You shouldn't be prancing around the clubhouse dressed like that."

She looked down. The shirt covered more of her than a tank top and shorts. She tilted her head and gazed back at him, holding the hem of the flannel as if she wore a fancy dress and needed to curtsy. "You like this?"

His gaze darkened. "You keep looking at me like that, baby girl, and I'll rip that shirt off you and spread you out on the bed."

"Promise?" she whispered.

That was all it took.

He reached for her, rough hands landing gently at her waist. When they stood face-to-face, the size difference was immediately apparent. She was much smaller and had to hold on to his vest to lean back and see his face.

"Been thinking about you," he murmured, thumb brushing the bare skin above her hip.

Her heart pounded. "Hm?"

She was curious to know how she'd distracted him while he was out on a run. As much as that pleased her, it could also be dangerous. He needed to concentrate so that he could get home to her safe and sound.

"I'll show you what goes through my head." He walked her backward into the room and kicked the door shut.

Arousal swept through her as he manhandled her, molding her body against him. The scent of leather and night air clung to him. His forehead rested against her, and for a moment, the last few hours she'd worried over his safety faded away.

His lips brushed hers, slow and sensual, as if asking one last time for permission he already knew he had.

She softened her lips, taking his mouth.

Her stomach fluttered. She would never get used to having him touch her, kiss her, love her because she now knew what he could do with his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

He pulled back, cradling her face in his hands. "All mine, baby girl."

Roma smiled. She would never get tired of hearing him claim her. The members of Royalla took ownership seriously, especially Kodiak. She was proud to belong to him.

Gazing up into his eyes, she undid his belt and peeled his jeans off his hips. Aware he had removed his pistol and set it on the arm of the couch, she wrapped her fingers from both hands around his cock and stroked him to hardness.

He thrust his pelvis forward. She brought him to her mouth and sealed her lips around the tip, gently sucking him.

He pulsated bigger against her tongue. She caressed the underside of the engorged head and lowered her hands to his thighs. Gripping his legs, she plunged, taking more of him in her mouth.

Kodiak threaded his fingers through her hair. As he coaxed her back and forth, she closed her eyes. It'd taken practice to accept his size in her mouth. Most of all, he'd shown her how he wouldn't force her to take too much. She could still breathe through her nose, and all she had to do was relax.

It made her high, having such a big cock in her mouth, knowing she could do this for him. She moaned, digging her nails into his jeans.

He let go of her and pulled his cock from her mouth. Before she could move to take him back, he slipped his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet.

The flannel shirt came off her, and she stepped out of her panties.

He found the chain hooked to his belt and followed it with his fingers to his wallet, which was in his back pocket.

He took out a condom, ripping the packaging off with his teeth.

She swallowed hard, watching him roll on the protection.

The doctor on Monday had informed her that it would take seven days for her birth control pills to prevent pregnancy.

She only had two more days to wait until she could have him come inside of her.

He circled his finger in the air. She turned around, looking over her shoulder at him. He bent her at the waist. She grabbed the arm of the couch.

His warm, rough finger slid along her slit. She came up on her toes.

Gripping her hips, he thrust into her. The impact snapped her head up, and she gasped.

He held her hair, holding her in front of him, and rode her. She closed her eyes and let him use her body because, in the end, all those perfect feelings he created would fill her with pleasure. Without a doubt. Total trust.

That's how it always was with Kodiak. He made sex easy. He made loving him easy. He made being herself even easier. She was free to explore, experiment, and enjoy without any judgment.

Despite the age difference, he gave her all the firsts she wanted and never stole those moments from her.

Her pussy spasmed. She pressed her toes against the floor. Stretched to the max, the rhythmic slap of his balls against her clit was enough to take her to the peak.

But he never left her there, struggling to achieve an orgasm.

He slid in and pulled out. Long, firm strokes. Faster and faster.

Holding onto the couch, her orgasm grabbed her, holding her prisoner as pleasure pulsed through her limbs.

Kodiak ground against her, grunting in the finale.

Her body released its tight hold on him. She slumped over the arm of the couch. His cock slipped out of her, and he untangled his hand from her hair.

Her legs gave out as she draped herself over the sofa. He rubbed her bare hip and inhaled loudly, then exhaled in a whoosh. She sighed, closing her eyes. Every orgasm was a full-body event. Her body was lax and unresponsive.

He pulled her up onto her feet and turned her around. She opened her eyes and gazed up into the after-effects of sex on his face. His heavy eyelids almost had her quivering. Again.

He gathered his black and white peppered beard in one hand and tugged the whiskers down straight. "Duke laid his bike down earlier."

She gasped. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah." He removed the condom, tying a knot at the end, then walked into the kitchen and threw the used protection in the garbage can under the sink. "That's why I was late. Rusty came and got the trailer so we could haul the motorcycle home.

She picked up the flannel shirt and slipped her arms into the sleeves. "What can I do? Does he need to see a doctor?"

He returned to her and kissed her hard. "He's fine."

"You're sure?"

She'd seen many men come in after hitting the asphalt. She'd also seen some men never return. It was the risk they all took to live the lifestyle they desired.

He slapped her ass. "I'm beat."

She slipped her hand into his and led him to the bedroom, where they could shut out the outside world and focus on each other. "I'll take care of you."

"Yeah?"

She smiled over her shoulder. "It might have to do with lots of touching, but I think you'll like it."

"Do what you wish." He flopped down on the bed.

She bit her bottom lip and joined him. This was their time. No one, not even Royalla, could take this away from her.