Coyote hawks mc next gen.., p.17
Coyote (Hawks MC (next generation) Book 1), page 17
I hoped he could. “They’re sweet together,” I commented.
“Angel, I don’t want to think about how sweet my sister is with a guy.”
Laughing, I said, “Fair enough. I’m just glad your mum isn’t the same with me. Overprotective in a scary way.”
“Not in a scary way, just overprotective. Else she wouldn’t have shown at your bakery to check you out.”
I grinned. “That’s true.”
“Channa,” he said, but then no more.
“Yes?”
“Gotta ask you somethin’ and need you to be honest.”
My throat dried up because my mind went straight to the thought that I’d done something. My hand tightened on his, and I nodded. “Of course.”
“Shit, it ain’t anythin’ bad. In fact, it could be good, but… I’m fuckin’ this up.” He brought our joined hands up to kiss the back of my hand. “Angel, only if you’re comfortable with it, I wanna stay the night at your place.”
My heart went ka-boom and then swooned.
He was asking me, and he was crazy if he thought I’d say no, because it meant a lot more kissing time. Maybe even a little more.
My stomach swooshed in a whirlwind of butterflies.
Even though I would be nervous, and there was a chance I’d make a fool of myself by swallowing my tongue, I nodded. But he didn’t see. His jaw tensed, and I realized I’d taken too long to answer.
“It’s all good,” he’d added. “I won’t. I’d never want to rush, and I wasn’t even talking about—”
Reaching out, I pressed two fingers to his lips. “Cody, I’d love for you to stay.” Under my fingers, a smile grew. A big one. A satisfied one. “As long as you’re okay with me leaving early to bake?”
“Babe, it’s who you are and what you do. I’m just damn honoured you’d have me in your bed.”
“You’re a damn charmer, Cody Marcus.”
He grinned. “Only with you.”
I doubted it, but I wouldn’t think of our pasts. I wouldn’t linger and worry. He was here with me, and that was all that mattered.
He parked out front of the house, and we got out, meeting at the front of the car, where he took my hand as we shared a smile, causing my heart to flutter. Inside, we were mauled with love and kisses from Coco and Harley. Though Coco was more discreet about it and only mauled us when we gave her some loving.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” I asked, heading for the kitchen.
“I’ll grab a beer, babe, but I can get it.” He wound an arm around my waist and kissed my temple. “I’ll drink it while I play with the dogs out back.” He moved to the refrigerator, took out a beer, and opened it. Since I was still stuck on the one spot, he brushed his lips over my neck as he walked back to the door where he unlocked it and stepped outside, whistling for the dogs. They ran after him, knowing they were about to have fun.
Could Cody get any better?
Heck, all I wanted to do was head to bed and get some romance on, but I knew I had to take care of my babies first. Yet, there he was doing it for me. So, what did I do with my time?
Wait… had I shaved my legs?
Oh God, I hadn’t. When I’d showered, I didn’t think they’d needed doing, but they absolutely did. I couldn’t have Cody running his hand up my leg and it feeling like I was grating his skin off. That was if he did run his hand up my leg, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
Rushing through getting out the dogs some dry food and filling their water bowls, I then raced into my bedroom to grab sleep shorts and a tank top before filing into the bathroom. I trimmed my pubes, praying Cody didn’t walk into the bathroom in that moment while I was bent over with an electric razor trying to make my vagina more appealing. I quickly went over and locked the door before I got back to it. As soon as I was done, I turned on the shower. I had never showered and shaved so quickly in my life, and I cursed at the few cuts I made in my haste. I dressed and stood in front of the mirror. My hair was damp, my face clean of makeup, and I didn’t know if I needed to apply more or not.
“Channa,” Cody called, with a knock to the door.
“Y-Yes?” I squeaked and cleared my throat. “Ah, yes?”
“You comin’ out anytime soon?”
I hadn’t been that long, had I?
“It’s been an hour,” he answered my unasked question. I palmed my face and slunk my way to the door. Once I unlocked it, I flung it wide.
“I’m so sorry for leaving you waiting. I was… I just… um….”
He curled an arm around my waist, dragging me close, and I noticed his shoes and socks were gone, since I was looking down. He touched his nose to my neck, taking in a deep breath. “You smelled good before, but angel, whatever shampoo you use, I want to bathe in it.”
A shiver swept over me—from his rough tone, from his warm hands on my waist, and from how close he was. He pulled back, our eyes meeting, and slowly he leaned in. When our mouths touched, my body heated. When we opened, to taste, to tease our tongues against each other’s, I gripped his arms and held on to just feel him.
And I did.
I felt his hands as he slid them to my bottom and gently squeezed. I jumped, and Cody caught me with ease while I wrapped my arms around his neck and trailed kisses down his jaw, his neck, and back up again.
I rocked up and down against him while his fingers slipped under my shorts, touching my heat. He groaned and I bit into his neck with a moan.
“Fuck, angel.” His fingers glided over my wetness, since I wasn’t wearing any panties under the shorts. “Damn wet for me.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Christ. We don’t have to do anythin’—”
“I want to.”
“Thank fuck.” He grinned when he slowly dropped my legs to the floor, and I realized we were now in my bedroom.
“The dogs—”
“Already fed.”
Running my hands up his chest, I caught his sharp intake of breath. “Thank you.”
“Anythin’.”
“Anything?” I asked with a smile. I definitely had something in mind, and I wouldn’t… well, I didn’t want to become shy about it because I really wanted to see him without a top on. My pussy throbbed from the thought of his golden skin under my hands.
“Yeah, angel.”
Scraping my top teeth over my bottom lip, I asked softly, “Can I take your tee off?”
His grin was wicked and had me melting. He cocked his head to the side and asked, “As long as I can with yours?”
My belly lit with fireworks of pleasure. “Deal.” I dropped my hands to the hem of his tee, then paused. “Wait… we should get a certain talk out of the way first.”
He stilled and jerked his head back in confusion. “Talk? Now?”
“Well, yes. I have an IUD in and have always used protection. There was only one other guy, and I didn’t really like it—” His hand covered my mouth.
“Angel,” he groaned. His jaw clenched. “Good to know, but I’d prefer not to know about the other guy. Obviously he was a dickhead who didn’t know shit, but if I have more information, I’m gonna want to hunt the fucker down and kill him.”
Whoa, he sounded serious.
Really serious.
“Okay,” I mumbled behind his hand. “D-Do you mind if… I mean… I would like to feel you for the first time.”
His gaze darkened, his chest rumbled with a growl, and he nodded. Shifting his palm to the side of my neck, he said, “Always been smart. But I got tested not that long ago. We’re safe, and I’d love to be bare inside you.”
Um, yay. “Awesome,” I stated with a stupid smile and then dropped my gaze to my hands still at the hem of his tee. I would have taken it slowly, but I was never good at unwrapping anything leisurely. Cody chuckled when I whipped it up and off him with a fling. I stared, I may have drooled a little, and I touched… oh yes, I touched his smooth, warm, amazing skin at his chest, his arms, his shoulders, and stomach, which quivered under my fingers.
“You’re drivin’ me crazy, angel.”
His fingers brushed over my sides where he’d gripped my tank top, and I giggled. Wide-eyed, I slapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. His grin turned into a smirk.
“Ticklish?”
I shook my head, only to laugh more when he tested my lie. “Stop,” I yelled. “Please,” I begged. With all the commotion, the dogs decided they wanted in on it and raced into the room.
“Bed,” Cody ordered, and they did, though they looked pretty pissed. I felt bad for a millisecond until Cody took my attention when he cupped my cheeks and brought my gaze up to his. “Need you on the bed as well, angel.”
My belly swished and my knees knocked, but I managed a nod.
However, when I went to step back, I stopped because Cody had a tight grip on my top. His eyes heated when he glided my top up my body. Cool air hit my warm skin and I shivered. But it was far from cold and had everything to do with the way Cody’s eyes roamed over me.
“Fuck,” he uttered, hands reaching out. On his first touch, my heart fluttered, causing my belly to swirl. I bit my bottom lip as his fingers ran over my sides, but not enough to bring a laugh from me. He moved them to my stomach and up slowly between my breasts, over the top of them, and up to my shoulders where he gently applied pressure. Enough that I stepped back again and again until I bumped into the bed. I sat, my breath shaking just as my hands were. Cody used one hand to thread through my hair at the back of my head and tug. I lifted my chin, and my gaze caught his desire-filled one.
Cody dipped down to take my mouth in a demanding kiss. One that had me rubbing my thighs together and reaching out to the top of Cody’s jeans. With bravery, because this was Cody, this was my man, I undid the button on his jeans and then unzipped them.
Cody groaned against my lips when I pushed his jeans down over his hips. I broke the kiss to catch his gorgeous cock spring free from his jeans and boxers. I licked my lips. I’d never wanted to taste a cock before, but I did Cody’s. I wrapped my hand around his long and thick erection. Cody’s hissed-out breath encouraged me to run my hand up and down a couple of times before leaning in to lick the tip where pre-cum formed. I used my other hand to cup his balls and gently roll them while I sucked him into my mouth. I slid my tongue around while running my lips up and down his hardness.
“Jesus, Channa.” His rough, dark tone told me I was doing a good job. My lower belly clenched, pleased he liked what I was doing.
Only, before I could really get started, Cody jerked back. His dick fell from my mouth and grip. I glanced up, biting my bottom lip, concerned I’d done something, but when I saw his eyes burning, I realized it was the opposite.
He took my hands, pulled me up, and dropped to yank my shorts from my body. I gasped and panted out my breaths as he ran his hands up the sides of my legs and thighs—thanking God that I’d shaved.
My body tingled when his hands rubbed, then slapped each globe of my arse cheeks. I kissed and nipped at his chest. His hands tightened for a second but then moved to my hips where he pushed back. With a shy smile, I moved to lie on the bed, watching Cody as he kicked off his jeans and stood at the end with his cock in hand, gazing at me all over.
I grazed a hand over my breasts and down my stomach before spreading my legs to run a finger over my clit.
I paused when Cody shook his head. “Nuh-uh, angel.” He climbed onto the bed, moving between my legs and took my wrist, removing my hand from myself. “That’s mine now, Channa. Mine to touch, mine to pleasure, and mine to make come.”
I whimpered when he lowered himself down and hooked my legs over his shoulders. My body shuddered at the first touch of his tongue over my wet folds. He groaned. “Fuck, babe, you taste like damn heaven.”
A cry slipped from me when he dove back in and licked from the bottom of my slit to the top and circled my clit.
“Cody,” I whispered, blindly reaching down to touch him, to hold him. His hair, his shoulder.
He hummed, and I dug my heels into his back before I realized it could hurt him and stopped. He shook his head, and I glanced down, blushing when his gaze hit mine from between my legs. “Give it all to me, angel.”
Dear God. I had never enjoyed myself and felt so free, so me, in bed before. It was as if Cody was made for me. Just me.
I nodded and earned a kiss to my mound above my clit. “Cody, please come up here.”
He slowly licked at my clit before he asked huskily, “You need me?”
“Yes.” God yes.
“Where you want me, angel?”
“Inside me, Cody. Please.” I needed to be filled with him.
“Told you I’d give you anythin’, you just gotta ask.” He lifted himself up, his arm muscles moving, flexing along with his body as he climbed up over me. He looked down between us, gripping his cock and running it up and down my soaked pussy, and paused at the opening.
“You ready for me, angel?”
“Yes.” Very much so.
He brought his hand up and gently pinched my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “You know you’re mine.”
I nodded. My body hummed at the claim, the pleasure at knowing I was his and he was mine.
Reaching up, I cupped his neck and tugged him down, but when I did, he slid slowly inside, drawing out a moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he dug his elbows into the bed beside my head when he took me in a scorching kiss while he thrust in and out of my slickness, and I rocked up and down with him.
“You’re perfect,” I panted into his ear, where I then kissed.
“Angel,” he groaned, rolling us so I was on top. I planted my hands on his chest and kept his gaze when I didn’t stop grinding up and down on him.
I licked my lips and whispered, “Never felt like this.”
His hands on my hips tightened. “Good.”
“You were made for me,” I told him, riding him faster.
“Fuck me,” he breathed out on a growl.
“I am, baby,” I teased.
With an abrupt chuckle, he hooked an arm around my shoulder and dragged me down so he could claim my mouth with his. He thrust his hips up and down, meeting my rhythm. My belly warmed and tingled, a sure sign of how close I was.
Catching my breathing, I rested my forehead against his and whispered, “Cody.”
“Christ, me too, angel. Me too.”
I gripped his shoulder as he cupped my cheek, sliding his thumb into my mouth where I sucked on it. Cody groaned low, and I lost it. I dropped back down, biting his shoulder and moaning as my walls squeezed his cock. His arms tightened around my waist as he drilled in and out of me. “Fuck, Channa, comin’.” He grunted before the sound turned into a long, drawn-out groan as he emptied his cum inside me.
When both of us relaxed, and I rested on top of Cody more, he said, “You got it wrong, babe.”
“What?”
“You’re the perfect one. You’re the one made for me. But either way, I’m fuckin’ damn happy I got you in my life.”
Elation swept through my chest, expanding it. Lifting my head enough to reach him, I kissed his shoulder and then squirmed down on top of him into a tight hug—one that I didn’t want to end. In fact, I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted this moment to go on and on forever.
“So am I, honey,” I whispered. “So am I.”
Chapter Eighteen
Coyote
As I rode down the road to the compound with Channa sitting on the back of my bike, I had that strange damn feeling that someone was watching me, or us, again. For the last week, it’d grown more and more. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Channa, not wanting to spook her if it was nothing. Which it probably was.
It was then I noticed a man, an older one with tattered clothes and a dirty appearance, standing opposite the compound on the phone. But as I pulled up to the gates, he’d already started to walk away, still talking. Christ, maybe it was my imagination running away with me when I’d thought I was being watched. It could just be my subconscious wanting to protect Channa over something that I thought was there but wasn’t. Maybe my mind liked to mess with me.
Whatever it was, it wouldn’t put me in a foul mood. Not on a night like tonight, where I got to spend time with my woman and my brothers.
It was family night at the compound, and I’d been looking forward to it more this time around because it meant I got to show Channa more of me. The brothers had better not scare her off in any way, or I’d kick their arse. She was already a bundle of nerves, worse than when she’d gone to dinner with my family.
I pulled through the gates when they opened, seeing it was me. The gates were something we’d added in the last few years since Dad was sick of people showing to the compound instead of the business. The only opening to the public we had was the mechanic shop entrance, which had parking out the front. The compound was completely blocked off from outsiders unless they were invited.
After parking, I waited for Channa to climb off. Her legs shook a bit, being her first ride, but it’d be something she’d get used to. From her shining smile, she looked like she’d enjoyed the ride over.
“That was epic. Scary, but amazing,” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down after taking off her helmet. I climbed off, removed my open-face lid, and placed it on the tank as Channa put hers on the seat.
Curling an arm around her shoulders, I tugged her close, kissing the top of her head. “Glad you enjoyed it, angel.”
We walked towards the doors, pulling to a stop when they opened and Ruin stepped out. He’d been frowning until he saw us.
“Brother and bakery girl,” he yelled, coming at us. We embraced, and when he angled back, he smirked down at Channa. Yeah, we’d been texting and calling while he’d been away; he knew what was happening. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t give us shit for it. “So,” he drew out. “He finally manned up and grew some balls to claim you.”
“S-Sorry?” Channa asked.
“Yeah, my brother here was pining over you—”
