“What’s this one?” Tracing my finger over a leopard head outline with the club name above it.
It seemed out of place with the rest of the tattoos on his sleeve. This one had pastel almost watercolor looking shading around the outside of the leopard head. The longer I looked at the tattoo, the more ridiculous it seemed. A giggle slipped past my lips.
“What are you laughing about?” Roark asked as he looked to where my finger was on his arm. “Oh… that.” His nose scrunched up and his lips twisted in distaste.
“Yes, that,” I chuckled.
“Some dumb ass at the main chapter let his old lady design the club tattoo. When I took over, I abolished it. My guys aren’t wearing some pansy-ass tattoo on their bodies. It’s emasculating,” he groaned.
“Then how come you have it?” I asked as I struggled to hold back my laughter.
“Because my father was by the book and made me,” Roark moaned and buried his face in my neck as he pulled me over his body while he rolled us both.
When we stopped moving, I was looking up into his sexy blue eyes.
“Want to help me feel more like a man?” Roark joked as he leaned down and nipped at my neck.
“I don’t know” – my body was already reacting to him – “I’m not sure you have it in yo–” With a gasp, I moaned as he slammed his cock into my pussy.
“Does that feel manly enough for you, beautiful?”
“Not… sure. Need… more!” I screamed when he pulled out and slammed into me to the hilt.
From that moment on, I lost all ability to think or talk, let alone care about some girly-colored leopard tattoo. Nothing would make Roark any less masculine than he was. He could wear a dress and still out masculine anyone you put up against him.
He sure did know how to play my body – I screamed in ecstasy as I shattered in an orgasm better than any I had before him.
310
Roark
In the morning, I made breakfast and brought it up to Kendra while she was still in bed. Banshee had given me shit and told me I was pussy whipped when she saw me carrying the breakfast down the hallway. I couldn’t even argue with the feisty albino because she was right.
Kendra changed everything. She was the first woman, who wasn’t family, that I had cooked for. She was the first woman to ever step foot in my room other than my mother. And she was the first woman to ever sit on the back of my bike.
“You okay?” I asked Kendra over my shoulder before putting my eyes back on the road.
“I’m great!” she laughed.
The first few miles, Kendra had clung to me for dear life. She whispered prayers under her breath while keeping her eyes squeezed shut. Hearing her finally enjoying the nice morning ride was music to my ears.
When we made it out of town and onto the open road, Kendra’s grip loosened. I glanced back to see her staring out at the horizon. A giant smile across her face.
“Beautiful. Isn’t it?” She nodded in reply and continued watching the world around us. “I’m glad you came for a ride with us.”
Kendra looked over her shoulders at Banshee and the brothers who rode behind us.
“Me too,” she replied.
“We’ll go a few more miles then pull over to stretch,” I said, but it wasn’t to just her. I was talking to the others as well.
“Sounds good.” Kendra snuggled against my back. “This is really nice.”
Her words brought a cheesy smile to my face. A smile that I prayed Banshee wouldn’t see because she would give me shit for eternity. I looked over my other shoulder and found Banshee riding up alongside us.
“Yeah, I saw that stupid-ass smile,” Banshee groaned. “You’re such a pussy.”
I couldn’t reply back to her, because then Kendra would wonder why I was suddenly cursing at her. When in fact, it would be Banshee’s pain in the ass self I’d be cursing at. Hanging out with a human was something new. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
“What’s wrong? Human got your tongue?” Banshee chuckled. I glared at her briefly then looked at the road again. I held up one hand and gestured for everyone to ride in front of me, which meant Banshee would have to take the lead and leave me the fuck alone.
Everyone rode past Kendra and me with smug grins. Their only saving grace was Kendra being here. They wouldn’t act like this around anyone else. They knew just as well as I did how special Kendra was to me.
“Come on, grandpa. Can’t this thing go any faster?” Kendra complained, making me laugh.
“You want me to come again. Is that what–” I cut my own words off when the leopard in me began hissing and growling. Something was wrong. I couldn’t see the danger, but it was there.
“Roark? Are you okay?” Kendra nudged me slightly.
“I’m fine. Hold on,” I called out and picked up speed. “Something’s wrong,” I whispered under my breath for the others to hear.
“I feel it, too,” Ry replied.
“I don’t see anything,” Banshee chimed in.
The sound of a car speeding down the road caught my attention. I kept my eyes on the road but my hearing was set on the car. It was coming from the direction behind us. It had to be going at least eighty. We hadn’t passed any roads, since we left town, for a car to pull out onto the highway. And we hadn’t passed any cars.
“It’s a car,” I said gripping my handlebars and picking up speed. “Let’s
