Page 11 of Kodiak

“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,areon 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.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LUNA

I knewthere were some aesthetic sights buried in the more rural parts of Texas that I hadn’t explored yet, but this scenery Marcum is traipsing me through is breathtaking, and I’ve decided it needs to be a backdrop in one of my books.

A tingle of excitement races up and down my spine the closer we get to what sounds like a stream. It’s so majestic that if I didn't know any better, I’d swear we were headed toward a tropical paradise.

“How did you find this place?” I ask, already aware of the fact that he said he found it on a ride, but what made him take this route? It’s not well lit, and if you were passing by, it’d never catch your attention—the turn off is not visible to the naked eye unless you’re looking for it.

“One night, I was getting too claustrophobic at the clubhouse, the guys were partying and it became too much for me, so I packed up my camping gear and hit the open road. Crowds are okay for a short time, but when it’s shoulder to shoulder, I’mout.” His face pinches and his brows draw inward as he voices his explanation. “I was looking for a less traveled route when by chance I came across the road we turned down. I’ve always been an explorer at heart so I figured, why the fuck not. When we first moved to town, I picked up a map and started looking for camping sites that wouldn’t be jam-packed.”

“Even in Mother Nature you were looking for some solitude that was less congested by the population, huh?” I question, my words feeling like a tongue twister. I’m beginning to understand this man and his introverted personality a little better.

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