"Oh, sweet Jesus." She exhaled loudly. "That feels wonderful."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I hurt you."
"No—no." She raised her brows before she dropped her gaze between his legs. "You're huge. Nothing like I imagined. I thought you'd be a normal size."
His cock pulsed, trying to rise again. He tucked himself into his jeans and fastened his belt. "Keep that up, and I won't wait until the tenderness leaves your pussy, baby girl."
"If you want..." She pushed herself to her elbows. "I could play with you."
"Play?"
She raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. "I want to touch you."
He leaned over the bed and kissed her hard, unable to keep his amusement in check. At that point, he wasn't even sure if he was entertained or fucking looking forward to her playing with his cock.
"I need to go out and talk to Cruz." He kissed her again. "When you feel better, you can walk across the hall and get into my bed."
"I'm okay now." She swung her legs to get off the bed.
He stopped her. "Rest. I won't come back to the room for a couple of hours."
He put on his shirt, his vest, and tucked his pistol under his belt. At the door, she called his name. He stopped.
"Thank you," she said.
His throat closed. He dipped his chin and slipped out of the room, needing to put a little distance between them. There were no regrets, but there were repercussions.
The members of Royalla wouldn't accept him getting involved with Roma. Each of them swore on the patch that old ladies, daughters, sisters, and mothers of any member were off-limits. And while Chopper was no longer around to look after his daughter, Royalla swore to protect her.
Chapter 23
Raised voices grabbed Roma's attention from the phone call. She stood, stepping around the desk to peer into the garage to see what the commotion was all about.
"I don't want to hear you speak Roma's name." Kodiak held up the wrench and pointed it at Cannon, Baker, and Hunter. "From any of you."
Hearing her name, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll have to call you back."
"Do you want me to start on the order with the items we have already?" asked the supplier over the phone.
"Yeah. That's fine." She disconnected the call and hurried to the doorway, curling her fingers over the frame.
The men had moved out of the garage and stood outside the bay. She stepped forward, trying to stay out of sight but wanting to get closer to find out why her name would be in the conversation.
It hadn't been a regular conversation that contained directions likegive Roma the car titleorhave Roma get a paint match. Kodiak was ticked.
Tension hung in the air. She stepped carefully, her sneakers silent against the concrete as she moved closer. Avoiding the oil stain in the middle of the bay, she flinched at the sharp edge in Baker's voice.
"You think this is what Chopper wanted?" Baker's coarse rasp, tight with frustration, sliced through her at the mention of her dad's name. "He died for Royalla, and you think you can go and mess around with his daughter? That's not protection, Kodiak. God damnit, man. That's fucking betrayal."
Roma's breath caught in her throat. She pressed her hand to her chest, keeping her heart from leaping out of her body.
"I'm not messing around, Baker. What I do with Roma—whatwedo together—ain't club business. Not yours, not anyone's. Chopper wanted her safe. And she is. With me."
A rush of warmth flooded her, having never heard Kodiak speak about their relationship like that with her or anyone. She leaned forward, wishing she could see his face, but he had his back toward her.
"Doesn't look that way," Baker spat on the ground. "She's young. Too young for you. You don't see the power you've got over her, but I do...everyone does. If you can't keep your hands off her, maybe someone else should be the one to keep her safe."
Kodiak took a step forward, and even from behind the rusted Mustang shell, Roma could see the way he shifted his weight. His whole body hardened.
