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CHAPTER SIX

KODIAK

I’ve never had a woman on the back of my bike before. Not even when we were living nomadic and had sweetbutts around to service us.

If they wanted to be part of our wandering lifestyle, they had to get themselves from point A to point B on their own. We paid for their gas as well as their other roadworthy essentials and amenities. I have to admit to myself, even if it’s begrudgingly so, that their cars came in handy for things we couldn’t carry on our bikes.

But the part of my saddle that Luna’s on, it’s always been reserved for a title I never thought I’d consider getting for myself—an old lady.

Didn’t want the complication of one.

Wasn’t in the right frame of mind in those days, but Luna, she’s making me reconsider my assessment on that aspect. I’m not convinced she’s the one for me, but she feels right where she is. Like that part of my seat was made with her in mind. Maybe this settling down in a one horse town shit has changed my perspective. I’ve felt more lonely than I ever have in the past, the open road never left room for loneliness—there was always a new background and people to meet that kept things fresh and entertaining.

As I pick up speed, my odometer reaching sixty five as I glide in and out of evening traffic, heading out of the metroplex, an excited squeal blasts into my eardrum. I thought ahead and brought an extra helmet we had in storage, which has Bluetooth capabilities.

I reach back with my hand and squeeze her thigh as I navigate the bike around two slow moving vehicles. “Having fun, Luna?”

“This is amazing, Marcum,” she gushes out. Her voice is lighter than I’ve heard it since crossing her path. “Now I know what the thrill is that my readers get when they read scenes exactly like this.”

“Better in real life?” I ask her, my lips tilted upward.

I remember the first time I experienced this freedom, the way your body comes alive and I’m overjoyed that she’s experiencing this firsthand instead of vicariously through one of her books.

“It isn’t comparable,” she says around a sigh before asking, “is it sad that I want to take a class and learn to drive one for myself?”

“Why would that be sad? Women ride, they own motorcycles and shit,” I remind her.

“It’s sad because that would be the most exciting thing to happen in my life, Marcum.”

“Then we need to find ways to liven your life, Luna Moon. What else have you wanted to do that you haven’t tried?”

“So much,” she dreamily says. “Snorkeling with the dolphins, going to England and walking on Abbey Road. The list is endless, but those are the two things on my bucket list I’d like to do.”

“Beatles fan, huh?” I ask, teasing her. “Always thought Lennon was a dipshit, but his music was good.”

She gasps, and asks, “Why was Lennon a dipshit, Marcum? John was a musical genius.”

“Because the fucker left his family for some tight ass. I have no respect for a man who would toss what’s his aside for new tail. Not to mention, she became a dictator for his life. Where did the man’s balls go?”

“Don’t judge him,” she berates, constricting her arms that are wrapped around my torso, coiling herself around me letting me know she’s about to go off on a tangent. “We don’t know what things were like behind the scenes, we only know what the media showed the public. Unless we’ve walked a mile in someone’s shoes, we shouldn’t have opinions on their lives.”

“True enough,” I agree. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna suddenly find any admiration for the man, because no matter what was going on in his personal life that we weren’t privy to, he still tossed them to the side like yesterday’s shiny toy that dulled. Any man worth his salt will end things with his current woman if another one sparks his fancy. Maybe that’s a bit odd coming from a biker who’s lived the way I have, but it’s one of the few things I stand by.

“You still don’t like him though, huh, Marcum?”

“Didn’t know him to say if I liked him or not, Luna. What I can say is I don’t respect the man.”

“And I respect your opinion, Marcum.” This time when she tightens her limbs around me, it’s light—more like a caress. “Everyone’s entitled to them, it’s how we deal with them that matters.”

“Getting all philosophical with me, Luna?”

“Sure. Why not,” she teases as she giggles. I can feel her shoulders bouncing with her laughter. “Gotta use our minds or they’ll wither away and rot.”

“I can dig that. As long as we steer clear of topics that we’re passionate about that’ll start a riot, I can debate anything,” I tell her.

“Now, why wouldn’t I want to see that passion of yours fly, Marcum?” she whispers, causing shivers to race up and down my spine.

“Passion, huh? I can think of other ways for you to ignite my fire, Luna.”

“Then we’d burn together, Marcum. I have a feeling if we were to both let loose and allow our inhibitions to lead, we’d light the world down around us.”

“Are you flirting with me, Moon? Because I gotta tell you, I’m ready to see how bright the flame would be if we gave in to this thing brewing between us.”

“Too bad my room is so far away. I’d love to brighten my horizons with you, Kodiak.”

Using my road name has my libido’s embers erupting into a full inferno. I’m itching to get my fingers, tongue, and dick inside of her as I feel her inner walls tighten around my digits as she cums. I bet it’s a beautiful sight to see.

“You still feeling adventurous, Luna?”

“Without a doubt,” she purrs through the mic.

“Then hold on tight, I have a sudden urge to make it to our destination,” I warn her.

I pull up to the lake. There’s a private alcove I found once when I needed to take a breather from the club and brothers. I’ve camped out here a few times and have never been disturbed by wardens or other campers and hikers. I like the thought of sharing this place of solitude with her.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” she whispers as I help her lift herself off the bike before dismounting it myself.

“There’s an alcove up the trail a little ways. It has a stream that feeds into it. It’ll protect us from the wind and other elements for this time of the year. Makes a nice backdrop when you’re trying to find a semblance of peace and serenity from the pressures of the outside world. There wasn’t rain in the forecast, but this is Texas, the weather can flip on a dime so if things were to change, we wouldn’t get soaked.”

Other things getting soaked, like her pussy, are on my forecast for the night’s activities.

I take her helmet from her and put it with mine, locking them up in my saddle bag after grabbing the blankets I keep stored in them for when I come here after I have the need for some alone time.

When it comes to me, you can take away the nomadic lifestyle, but you can’t take the nomad out of the man.

I’m a traveler, a wanderer.

It’s in my blood.

Ingrained so deep inside of me that when the walls start closing in around me, I hit the open road and let the bike take me away like those bitches on the commercials do when it comes to a bath and some Calgon.