The Biker's Kiss : A Royal Bastards MC Holiday Novella

by Glenna Maynard

  Mouth back on those sweet lips, I yank the zipper on her jeans and work on getting them off her between frantic and fevered kisses. She goes for my shirt and it gets caught around my head. I say fuck it and rip the damn thing off.

  Laughter erupts in her throat and fuck me it’s the sweetest sound, one I remember well. So damn sugary my damn teeth ache. I drop my jeans and she licks her lips seeing my big cock. I get a handful of her ass, fuck yeah, it’s big and thick. I like that. I like it more than a lot. I squeeze both cheeks. Pulling her flush against me, the head of my cock sliding between her legs. Fuck. She’s already wet. I slide my palms over her hips up under her waistline of her thong, pulling the material tight against her pussy. Lips fused with hers, I walk Jules backwards till we reach the bed.

  I shove Jules down gently by her shoulder, moving onto the mattress with her. Rolling back to rest on my calves I stare down at this beautiful woman and send a silent thank you up to Lady Luck for smiling down on me and bringing my girl home to me. Spreading my hands over her torso, I rub up and down her sides, trailing my fingers down her thighs and spreading her legs. Moving my thumb over her pussy, I tease her there mercilessly, while sucking on her neck till her hips are flexing up and her lacey thong is fucking soaked through.

  Fingers threaded in my hair she moans one word like it’s her only prayer, “Please.” The whimper that follows after travels straight to my dick, but I’m not going to fuck her just yet. I’m taking my time. Jerking the cups on her bra down, I capture a nipple with my mouth and suck while massaging the other and pinching with enough pressure to bring her pleasure.

  Nails scratching down my back, her legs thrash on the sheets. I nip and suck my way down her abdomen till I reach that pretty little pussy. I can smell her arousal and fucking hell if she doesn’t smell like mine. Like she belongs to me and only me. Like she always has. I don’t know what to make of the emotion coming over me. The feeling that’s been in the back of my mind since I saw her walk in the clubhouse looking like she was sent from Heaven just for me. The idea of it is ludicrous, but here I am ready to go down on her. Something I don’t do for the women I fuck. Something I’ve not done since my divorce. I don’t put my mouth where others have been, and I never fuck without a condom. Jules isn’t some random fuck though. Not for me. She’s always held a special place in my heart. I never thought I’d see her again, but here she is. Ready and willing to give it up. To make my fantasy come true.

  I slide her thong down her thighs, over her knees, and she kicks the yellow lace free from her ankles. Parting her pussy lips, I bury two fingers inside her and French kiss her clit. I’m rewarded immediately with the erotic sound of her whimpers and pleas. Jules is so damn responsive to me, better than I remember. It’d be easy enough to slide my cock right in that tight, wet heat right now, but I want to test her limits. See how far I can take her to the edge. Her walls clench around me. My dirty girl rides my hand hard.

  Removing my fingers, I shove them in her mouth, and she sucks them deep, tasting herself. I bet she’d suck dick like a damn champ the way she’s licking my fingers. We never got that far back in the day. Fisting my cock, I beat it against her sweet cunt, rubbing the head over her clit. Her slender hand wraps around my shaft, and I grin at how eager she is to have me filling her up.

  “You want this dick?”

  “Fuck me, Roane.” Her fingers stroke me.

  “Not yet.” I brush the head against her cunt, sliding through her juices back and forth.

  The look she gives me is deadly. I tease at her slit pushing the tip in and drawing back out. Dropping back to my calves, I fist my cock again, stroking my shaft as she stares at me with hungry eyes. “Come suck it,” I demand and like a good girl she crawls toward me.

  Lips parted she gazes up at me as I tower over her on my knees. Darting her tongue out she licks the pearly bead of precum and moans, sucking me deeper in her mouth. Those thick lips stretch around me, her deep green eyes going big and round. Tongue flat against the underside of my length Jules takes me to the back of her throat.

  I cup my hand under her chin and caress her cheek. “That’s it, baby doll.” I thrust in and out of her wet, hot mouth until I’m on the brink of coming.

  Popping free of her lips, I lay her back down and settle between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. I’m going to remind her that she always should have been mine.

  Chapter 5

  Julie

  Holy shit this is really happening. I’m on my back underneath a sexy as sin tattooed god of a biker as he guides his thick cock inside me. Roane’s gaze is on me the whole time, gauging my reaction as he sinks deeper in. I feel my body burning and stretching to accept his size. His dick is fucking huge. Biggest I’ve ever been with. He’s got an impressive cock. I only touched it once when we dated. I was terrified of it then and even more so now, but I want this. I want him.

  Hot and greedy his mouth devours mine. One hand on my throat and the other gripping my hip as he stuffs me with his girth and length.

  The man has me pinned down and unable to move. Releasing my mouth, he draws back and slams back in, repeating the motion hard and fast. My tits bounce with the movement as he hammers into me with punishing force. Our bodies slap together, nothing but our heavy breaths passing between us. Roane grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder coming at me from an angle and holy fuck, I never knew a man could fuck me so deep. I feel like I’m losing my damn mind. My body quakes and trembles. Each new sensation better than the last.

  Roane grins down at me knowing I’m close. He draws out slowly and beats his throbbing cock against my clit as it pulses with need. I reach down between us and grasp his shaft, rubbing the head over my sensitive nerves in a circle. Dipping his head down, his teeth skim over my taut nipple. Electricity shoots through me and stars dance behind my eyes, my orgasm takes over and I let out a whimper.

  Roane flips me over on my stomach. I go into position. Head down, back arched, ass up. My sexy biker slams into me from behind, hand firm on my shoulder, driving into me relentlessly. The headboard knocks against the wall, sounding as though it’s knocking on Heaven’s door. Grunting hard and deep, he twitches, and his warmth fills me. His thrusts slow but he’s not finished. Roane stays stuffed inside me, kissing my shoulder blades, growing hard all over again.

  Roane fucks me slower this time, rocking into me tenderly. Fingertips feather light on my back. His lips press to my skin achingly soft. Then I realize what he’s doing. Mapping my bruises and kissing them. Tears burn in the creases of my eyes, and I bite the pillow to stop from crying out at the sweetness of the gesture. Looming over me, he continues rocking into me, but when his lips meet my ear, we both freeze. “Gonna ask you once and you’re going to tell me the truth. Who the fuck put their hands on your beautiful body out of hate?”

  “It’s nothing. You should see him.” I try to laugh it off, but Roane isn’t having it.

  “I’ll never hurt you, but if you don’t give me the fuckin’ truth…” he gets a firm hold on one of the globes of my ass and squeezes. “I’ll spank it out of you.”

  “Please, Roane. I—” my voice cracks.

  “Tell me now, Jules,” he growls, and the dark tone is predatory.

  “It’s none of your business.”

  “Not my business.” He draws out and slides back in. “You feel that. That’s my come leaking out you. That’s my dick buried deep in you. It became my business the moment you gave up your pretty pussy to me.”

  “Roane.”

  “I want a name.” He pumps harder and faster. “I’ll fuck it out of you.” His hand leaves my ass and comes back in a playful smack, but I don’t think he’s in the mood to play.

  “I’ll tell you if you promise you won’t tell Pam and you don’t go being a hero.”

  “Fuck no. I’m telling you now, Jules. I want a name.” His palm meets my ass again with more force this time that stings.

  “Let me on top.” I try changing the subject.


  “You think you can fuck me into forgetting?”

  “I can try.”

  “All right, baby doll. Give it your best shot.” He spanks me again and we change positions.

  I sink down on his cock in a reverse cowgirl. I can’t look him in the eyes right now and he’s already saw the bruises. Roane yanks on my hair, wrapping it around his fist. Bouncing on his thighs, I push away thoughts of Sam and replace those memories with the reality of Roane. Together we get lost for a while longer. With the promise of new beginnings and leaving the past year behind. I give myself to him and wonder if I can walk away from him a second time.

  **

  Blinking awake, I struggle to move. A warm, heavy body is pressed against me. A strong arm is curved around my waist, hand cupping my breast. An even stronger leg is draped over my thigh holding me captive. My head pounds from the liquor I ingested last night. Between my legs, my pussy aches. It went to battle with a big dick last night.

  That massive monster belongs to Roane, the man who reminded me last night what it was like to be wanted and cherished. I struggle to slide out from under him, needing to find my clothes and a bathroom. The moment I move his hand it shoots right back to the same spot. “Hey,” I whisper and try again.

  “Stop moving,” he grumbles. “Go back to sleep. It’s early.”

  I glance around the room and look to the window seeing that it’s still dark out. “I need the bathroom.”

  “Over there,” he mutters and points to what I thought was a closet.

  This time he lets me slide out of bed. I tiptoe across the room and wait until I’m on the other side of the bathroom door to flick the light on. It’s a small half bath consisting of a toilet, medicine cabinet, and sink. I splash some water on my face and look in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared across my cheek and my eyes are ringed in black. My hair is a mess. What I need is coffee and a shower. I wonder if Pam is still here or if her and Link went home. I’m sure Roane or someone will give me a ride back to their place.

  Finishing up in the bathroom after cleaning up the best I can, I return to the bed and find Roane awake and pushed up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head. He’s even cuter than I remember. Blush blooms on my cheeks as memories of the night we shared rushes back to me.

  “C’mere.”

  I drop onto the bed and curl up next to him. His fingers skate across my back, and I hiss. The soreness has returned. “I didn’t forget about this you know. I’m not gonna make you tell me right now, but I promise you this, you will tell me, and I will make the fucker bleed for this.”

  “It’s over.”

  “Way I see it. Shit is just getting started.”

  “Roane. You don’t need to be my hero. You don’t know me now. I’ve changed.”

  “Know you better than most people. Know how you feel when you come on my cock. Know the sounds you make when you like my tongue shoved deep in your pussy.”

  “You did not just say that.”

  “I did. And maybe your sister didn’t tell you, but my brothers and I are fucking possessive bastards. You might have forgotten that about me, but I’m reminding you now. Not only are you Pam’s sister but you gave me that pussy last night. We take care of our own. You were the first girl I ever loved, and I’m thinking I’d like to keep you.”

  “Keep me? I’m not property. I’m a person.”

  “Hate to break it to you, baby doll, but you’re in The Devil’s Playground. Normal rules don’t apply.”

  “You’re talking crazy.”

  “You gonna tell me you don’t feel something between us? You gonna tell me you let just any man fuck you over and over again without a rubber?”

  “No. We had unprotected sex. It was a lack of judgment. Two people caught up in the moment. That doesn’t mean that you own me or that I’m beholden to you and whatever it is you think you’re feeling. Are you still drunk?” I like Roane and last night was great but I’m not stupid. I don’t expect us to pick up where we left off when we were two kids fooling around.

  Chapter 6

  Roane

  “I’m being real with you. It’s been three years since I’ve went down on a woman. Been three years since I’ve fucked someone without a rubber. Last woman I gave that to was my wife. She cheated on me, and I swore I’d never take another woman as mine, but when you walked in last night, I felt things I thought would be lost to me forever.”

  Fucking hell what’s wrong with me spouting all this pussy bull shit? I don’t do this. I don’t get involved but right now Jules has me ready to beg her to give me a real shot. Sure, I first set out to fuck her, but as the night wore on shit got real. The moment I kissed her I knew, I felt it down in my damn bones that this woman was meant to be my forever. It was always supposed to be her.

  I need to get my head on straight.

  “Are you on birth control?” I should’ve asked her last night, but I was so damn wrapped up in the moment I never even stopped to think about it. I only wanted her.

  “You’re kind of freaking me out here.”

  “Answer the question.”

  “I think I need to go find my sister.”

  “I think you had better start talkin’.”

  “Newsflash. I don’t owe you any explanations.”

  “Think you need to tell me if you’re on the pill or not considering how many times I came inside you.” I tighten an arm around her not wanting her to get out of this bed. I’m tempted to chain her to it until she gives in and agrees to what I want. I don’t even know what all that is yet, I only know that I have her and I’m not letting go.

  “I’m not having this conversation.”

  “The hell you aren’t.”

  “I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I was with my ex for five years and it never happened for us.”

  “I’m not your ex and my swimmers are strong. Had that shit tested when my ex couldn’t conceive. But you still didn’t answer me. Are. You. On. The. Pill?”

  “Why are you acting all crazy? Pam said you were cool to hook up with. That you wouldn’t have expectations. Now I wake up and you’re being all psycho on me and talking about feelings.”

  “Shit changed.”

  “When? How?” She laughs.

  “The moment I had a taste of your mouth I fuckin’ knew.”

  “Knew what?”

  “That you’re meant to be mine.”

  “Okay. I’m out of here. You know I didn’t need any lines. You already got me into bed so I’m not sure what in the hell you’re trying to pull here. I just left one crazy bastard. I don’t need to get mixed up with another.”

  “I still want that name. If you don’t give it to me, your sister will.”

  “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  “Everything, I want it all, Jules. I want you.”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Fuck if I don’t. Tell me you don’t feel something when you look at me. Tell me that you felt nothing when you begged me to come in you again and again last night. How many times I fuck you last night, baby?”

  “Stop it.”

  “Want that fucker’s name.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Why do you care so much?”

  “Fifteen years ago, I fell in love with this feisty little cheerleader. She fuckin’ drove me crazy. I couldn’t do nothing but think of a future with her and then life happened, and she was taken away from me. Never stopped thinking about you, Jules.”

  “You could’ve asked Pam about me.”

  “I did. She always told me you were happy and gonna marry some lawyer. He the one that did this to you?”

  “I don’t want to talk about this. Can you just drive me to Pam’s house?”

  “No but I can chain you to my damn bed until you tell me why you’re pushing me away.”

  “Last night was perfect. Let’s not ruin it.”

  “Call me crazy all you want, but I’m not letting you go a second tim
e. Don’t you see it, sweetheart? Life is giving us a second chance.”

  “My life is messed up right now. I have things to take care of in Cleveland.”

  “And what do you have here? Your sister. People who love you. Me.”

  “You can’t know that it’d work out.”

  “And you can’t know that it won’t. How long you in town for?”

  “I’m supposed to drive back tomorrow.”

  “Give me till then.”

  “To do what?”

  “Prove you belong here with me.”

  “You’re absolutely mad, you know that?”

  “Mad about you.” I pull her back into my side and hold her. She doesn’t fight me or try to argue but Jules is stubborn. I know her. She may think she’s changed but deep down she’s the same ol’ Jules. The girl I’ve always loved.

  Her belly rumbles.

  “You hungry, baby doll?”

  “I could eat.”

  “Get dressed. I’ll take you out for breakfast then drop you back at Pam’s so you can get ready.”

  “Roane.”

  “No ifs or buts about it. You said I have one day.”

  “I never agreed to that.”

  “I didn’t ask. I’m telling you.”

  “You’re impossible. You know that don’t you?”

  “Don’t act like you don’t like me being a bossy asshole. It’s been years, but I still know how to wet your panties. Now get dressed before I change my mind about the chains.”

  “Fine. You win.”

  “Get used to it.”

  She shakes her head and slides out of bed, picking her clothes up off the floor. I still haven’t forgotten about them bruises on her back. Whoever the fucker is he’s as good as dead.

  Chapter 7

  Julie

  The man has lost his mind. I pull my jeans up and tug the sweater I had on last night over my head. He needs to get some food in him to soak up all the liquor. Once he gets awake and is thinking clearly, he’ll get over whatever this is. Last night was perfect. Too good to be true. What are the odds of reconnecting with my high school boyfriend and things still burning bright as they did back then if not hotter? I can’t afford to be impulsive.