Make Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 4)

I didn’t try to be quiet, though.

I knew that he’d hear me.

Mostly because I knew he’d be awake just like I was.

Sexual frustration was one hell of a motivator in keeping you awake, and I knew without a doubt that Justice was feeling the same thing that I was.

“Royal,” came Justice’s husky voice. “You okay?”

No. I wasn’t okay.

This feeling inside of me had been brewing for a while. Waking up with his erection—intentional or not—digging into some limb of my body for weeks. Seeing him wearing those tight ass pants that left nothing to the imagination. Watching him come in from a run shirtless and sweaty.

All of those things, paired with the hundreds of shared looks of lust between the two of us, had ended the moment I stepped foot in his bedroom.

I stripped off my t-shirt once the door was closed.

My panties followed in between one step and the next.

Then I was crawling into the bed that he was lying in somewhere in the darkness.

I found him there in the very middle of the bed, lying silently, waiting for me.

“Thought you’d never come,” he rasped.

That was when I knew we were doing this.

There was no doubt anymore.

“You could’ve come to me,” I said, moving until I was straddling his body.

His big hands came to my hips and guided me to him, making me shiver.

“Couldn’t come to you when I knew that we’d be making noise,” he said. “Lock’s in the bedroom next to yours, and my parents are in the same hallway.”

That made sense.

Yeah, I needed to be the one to come to him.

His hands moved up the length of my naked torso, and I felt my nipples pebble even harder as I tried to keep myself from grinding down onto his lap.

His hard cock was digging into the flesh of my inner thigh, and I somehow knew that he was completely naked underneath the sheets. Just like I knew that I was about to make the biggest decision of my life.

“I’m on birth control,” I found myself blurting out.

He stilled.

“Yeah?”

I nodded once. “Yeah.”

“Why?” he wondered.

I bit my lip.

“I was dating a guy…”

He squeezed my hips a little too hard.

“I don’t want to hear about another guy when you’re straddling me,” he growled.

My lips twitched.

“You asked me why,” I pointed out.

“I did,” he agreed. “But I also didn’t think it was going to have you mentioning another guy.”

I rolled my eyes. What exactly did he think I was going to get onto birth control for? Because it sounded delightful?

“Fine,” I said. “I wanted to be on birth control because some person teased me about being a lightweight when I was on my period. Apparently, I turned into a mess that required special treatment, and he didn’t like it.”

There was a long pause, then he said, “After we’re done, you’re going to have to explain this better.”

And then he reversed our positions, him on top now, and me underneath of him.

I gasped at the sudden move, then groaned when he began to dig his cock into me.

I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming.

God, all he had to do was press himself into me and I was on the verge of an orgasm breakdown.

“Justice,” I breathed.

Suddenly the only thing separating us from having full-on skin to skin contact—the sheet—was ripped from between us.

Seconds later, I felt the full length of his cock settling between my thighs.

Moments after that, he was pressing the full length of his body against mine. His elbows went into the bed on either side of my head and his knees went between my thighs, pushing them wider than I ever would’ve taken them on my own.

And his cock.

Jesus Lord have mercy, his cock.

I couldn’t see it.

I’d never actually seen it.

But the vague outlines of it in his pants—some of those times being hard—had given me a slight indication on just how big he was.

But feeling him against me, the base of him starting at my entrance, his balls brushing my anus, and the rest of him up near my navel? Yeah, I had no doubt in my mind any longer.

The man was big.

Really, really big.

I licked my lips and widened my legs impossibly farther, arching up when he ground down.

“I haven’t had sex in years,” I found myself babbling. “I’m fairly sure I’m a born-again virgin, and just sayin’, but you feel really big. Be gentle with me.”

I felt the brush of his beard on my lips as he searched for my lips in the darkness.

He found them a moment later, growling against my lips when he said, “I’d never, not ever, hurt you.”

I bit my lip and brought my hands up to rest on his wide shoulders. The muscles there felt like giant rocks, and I half wondered if the man had ever been a normal person, or if he’d always had a superhero’s body.