RIDE (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) (23 page)

7
Seton

I
barely slept that night
.

When I got home from my encounter with Greyson Stone, Carly was there. She seemed to realize that there was something up with me, because she kept looking at me out of the corner of her eyes and trying not to let me notice. I knew I was acting nervous and weird, and I could tell I still had the flush of sex in my face, just from the way I felt. When Carly had asked me how my day had gone, I just managed to make her believe that I was acting strange because I was freaked out about Wes cornering me alone in the hallway. Which, to be honest, I was still freaked out about. But that’s not what was on my mind as I got ready for bed.

I was thinking about Greyson Stone, and how he had almost driven me out of my mind with just his hand.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and what he’d done to me. Belatedly, I realized I’d been so discombobulated by the way he had teased and tormented me that I hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t finished himself. He had made it all about me, making me his with just a whisper and a touch. Had he not wanted me? I worried, blushing at how wanton I’d been, letting basically a stranger do whatever he pleased with my body. But the memory of his lips, soft but hard, and the gruff brush of his beard against my skin sent a rush of heat coursing through my body, and I thought back to what he had whispered in my ear right before he had made me come:

“Someday, I’m gonna bury my face in between those legs and lick your pussy until you come all over my face. I’m gonna make you scream so loud your throat will be raw for days. And then I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You know it’s gonna happen. You want that, don’t you?”

Oh, God, yes. I wanted that.

And just like that, even though Grey had made me come harder than I ever had before, the thought of what he had promised me at that moment made me ache with an unbearable need to be released. I lay in bed, my body on fire, throbbing for his touch, until finally I reached under the covers and brought myself to orgasm, whispering his name as I came. Finally, I was able to fall into a fitful sleep, where I had dreams of him between my legs.

The next morning, I was feeling unsettled but better. In the light of day, what had happened between Gray and me in the parking lot felt more like a dream than reality. Even so, I found that I couldn’t quite get him out of my mind. Carly had left early for a training class at the salon where she worked, so I was on my own for the day. The prospect of two days without any routine, which had sounded so attractive to me yesterday, now felt like torture. So, I decided to do what I always do when I’m feeling jittery or on edge.

I cook.

I spent the morning distracting myself from thinking about Grey by dreaming up different dishes I’d like to try, and making a shopping list. After a quick run to the store, I came back and cleared the kitchen counters in preparation for a long day of cooking. I picked some rhubarb from the tiny patch of land I’d managed to commandeer in the side yard, and with the strawberries I’d bought at the supermarket, I set out to make a strawberry-rhubarb pie. Once I had the pie in the oven, I started preparations to make a new recipe for homemade ravioli with arugula and pancetta. I’d found the recipe online a few weeks earlier and hadn’t yet had the time to try it. The recipe involved making the pasta from scratch, which was just the kind of meditative work I was looking for.

I’d been in the kitchen for a couple of hours when I got a text from Cal.

Hey wats up

Immediately suspicious that he was going to ask me for a favor, I texted back:

Not much. You?

Just wondering how u were doing. u want to go get dinner or something?

Surprised but pleased, I thought for a second and then wrote him a reply.

I’m cooking ravioli and strawberry-rhubarb pie. Want to come over here for dinner?

A few seconds later I got this:

That sounds great! When?

I replied:

Come over whenever you want

The response was immediate:

Cool ill be there in an hour

I
set down my phone
, trying to wipe the floury fingerprints from the screen, and turned back to my work, humming. I thought back to how I had learned to cook in the first place. When Reed had left home, my mom had pretty much abandoned all pretense of taking care of Cal and me. After a few months of existing on microwave burritos and frozen pizza, I had taken on the task of making us food so we wouldn’t starve to death. I had started with simple things that took ingredients that we were likely to have in our poorly stocked kitchen: quesadillas, grilled cheese sandwiches, spaghetti.

Eventually, as I got older and earning some money babysitting, I would sometimes use my allowance to buy more exotic ingredients. I liked the peaceful meditativeness of cooking. I liked that it felt like I was in control when I was in the kitchen. And if something didn’t turn out, I was the one who had made the mistake — which meant that I could learn how to correct it.

I hadn’t been cooking much lately, so this impromptu time in the kitchen felt especially precious to me now. I resolved not to let so long go before I spent an afternoon cooking again.

A little over an hour later, the low sound of a motorcycle engine approached. I suppressed my irritation at the thought of Cal making such an irresponsible purchase, and washed my hands so I could go get the door. I got to the door and opened it just as he was about to ring the bell.

Cal was standing there in a clean white T-shirt and his leathers, and held a six pack of beer in his left hand. I tried not to show my shock. This was the first time I could ever remember him not showing up to my place empty handed. Normally, Cal took. He didn’t give.

“Hey, sis!” He said with a grin. He opened the screen door and gave me a quick hug as he passed through. “I hope this goes with ravioli,” he said, holding up the six pack.

“Beer goes with anything,” I assured him. “Go on through to the kitchen.”

I followed him through the living room and watched as he went to the refrigerator to put the beer in. He took a beer out and offered it to me. Another first: the Cal I knew should have just taken one for himself and thrown the rest in the fridge.

“Thanks,” I said dumbly as I took the bottle from him. He nodded and took a second one out of the pack before putting the rest in the fridge.

Cal sat at the kitchen table as I worked on dinner, sipping his beer and telling me funny stories about what he’d been doing since I’d last seen him. I decided to take a cue from his new-found thoughtfulness and put him to work on making a salad. “Here,” I said, handing him a head of Romaine lettuce. “Wash this, and then tear off the leaves and throw them in the salad spinner.”

“Come on, See, I don’t know how to do this stuff!” he complained.

“Sure you do,” I replied, waving him off. “Wash. Tear off leaves. Tear them into a size that’s easy enough to eat with a fork. Throw in salad spinner. Spin. If you can figure out the mechanics of a motorcycle, you can do this.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but he took the lettuce from me and went to the sink. He even did a halfway decent job of it. I had him grate some parmagiano for on top of the salad and the pasta, and by that time, I was more or less finished with the rest of the meal.

Cal set the table while I plated the food and brought it in. Cal got himself a second beer, and without pretense dug into the pasta. “Oh my God,” he groaned as he chewed. “Damn, See, I’d forgotten what a good cook you are.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, and loaded up my fork. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s freaking fantastic,” he enthused, taking another bite. “You know, you really should cook for a living. You’d be a great chef.”

“I don’t know about that,” I protested, but I smiled happily. It was nice to be appreciated. And if I did say so myself, the ravioli was pretty damn good.

We ate in silence for a couple of minutes, during which time I found my thoughts turning back to Grey, and the Stone Kings.

“So…” I asked. “Things are good with you, it sounds like.”

“Yeah, great,” he nodded. “I mean, I’m pretty busy with the MC, but I like that, you know?”

“What… what sort of stuff do you do with them?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Cal looked at me briefly, and then back down to his plate. “Uh, actually, See… I can’t really talk about it. See, that’s kind of one of the things. Loyalty to the club is really important, and that involves keeping club business to ourselves.”

I frowned. “It’s not, like, anything illegal, is it?”

Cal looked back up at me. “Look, See, I don’t want to talk about it. No offense. But I’m not going to.”

I didn’t know what to make of that. But Cal seemed pretty resolute, so I figured that pushing him on it wouldn’t get me anywhere, anyway. So, I tried another angle.

“What are the other members of the club like?”

“Tough,” he admitted. “Like, ‘don’t fuck with me’ tough. These guys don’t take shit from anyone. But they’re like a family. A brotherhood.” His tone grew enthusiastic. “The president, Grey, he comes off as really hard, and he can be pretty rough on the prospects. But I think underneath he’s a really good guy. The rest of the brothers in the club seem to really respect him.”

Cal kept talking, but I didn’t hear much after that. My mind was in a daze. Grey was the president of the Stone Kings? I had only barely been able to get my mind around the fact that the man who had leaned me up against my car and made me scream with pleasure was a member of a biker gang… but the
president
?

What did the president of an MC even do?

Then it hit me. The man who had done things to me I didn’t even think were possible wasn’t just some random member of the Stone Kings. He was the
head
of the Stone Kings. And although he was clearly too young to have been involved with my father’s death, he might know the person who killed him. Maybe even well.

Grey Stone was my enemy. Why didn’t I feel the hatred that I should? My stomach roiled in confusion and I put down my fork, my appetite suddenly gone.

Cal had continued to talk as my thoughts spun out of control, but he eventually noticed that I didn’t seem to be paying much attention. “You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden, See,” he remarked. “Anything wrong?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I choked out the only response I could. “I’m fine.”

Cal must have interpreted my silence as worry. “See,” he began, “it’s okay. Really. Nothing bad’s gonna happen to me. The club isn’t what you think it is.”

“Isn’t it?” I asked sharply.

Cal looked down uncomfortably. “Well, I mean… they’re not choir boys. But the club protects its own. And they do a lot of good in the community. Silent auctions, bike runs for charity…”

“Stop,” I interrupt him. “Just, stop.”

He stopped talking, his brow furrowing in frustration.

I sat still for a moment, willing myself to change the subject. But I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question I knew he wouldn’t want to hear.

“Cal, doesn’t it bother you at all that a Stone King killed our father?” I asked quietly.

Cal shook his head. “I don’t wanna talk about that, See.”

“What? Why the hell not?” I asked, my voice rising. “How can you possibly not have a problem with that? I don’t understand how you think it’s just fine that a club you are prospecting with is responsible for our father’s death!”

“Stop it!” Cal yelled. He shook his head angrily. “Seton, there’s stuff you don’t know. Stuff Mom told me. Dad brought it on himself. He never should have gone after a club member. Dad was nothing but a drunk, anyway.”

It was as though he’d dropped a bomb right in the middle of the room. “How
dare
you talk about our father that way!” I shouted, my eyes filling with furious tears.

“See—“ Cal began.

“No!” I yelled. I slammed my fist down on the table. “Get out, Cal! Get out now!”

Cal stood and watched helplessly as I put my head down on the table and sobbed. I couldn’t believe that my brother thought of our father as nothing but a useless drunk. Cal had been so young when Daddy died, he barely remembered him, I knew. Just like I knew instinctively that my mother had reduced him in Cal’s eyes to nothing but a sad caricature. But it didn’t matter that I knew it wasn’t true. I couldn’t take it. My heart couldn’t take it.

Cal tried to touch me once, on the shoulder, but I angrily pushed him away. Eventually, I heard him walk slowly toward the door and leave, shutting the screen quietly behind him.

I couldn’t bear for Cal to be part of the Stone Kings MC. I just couldn’t. I would do anything to stop him.

Even if it meant confronting Greyson Stone.

8
Grey


O
kay
, meeting called to order.” I banged the gavel once.

The raucous chatter around the table subsided, as one by one, my brothers settled in and turned to look at me.

“We all know what we’re here to talk about,” I said as I looked around the table. “It’s time to find out who’s behind Hammer’s death.” A couple of the members nodded. “So. Talk.”

To my right, Trig spoke up. “Gotta be the Cannibals.” A murmur of assent went around the table.

“What’s the motive?” I shot back. I knew my VP, and we called him Trigger for a reason. He was a shoot first, ask questions later type. His instincts were usually good, but there were still a lot of questions that were unanswered. I wanted to be one hundred percent goddamn sure before we planned our payback.

“Who else could it be?” Levi, my Sergeant at Arms, said. His brow was furrowed in a murderous glower. Levi had a slow burn, but once he was mad, he was a powder keg. I could see it in his eyes that the burn had begun.

“If it was the Cannibals, why the hell haven’t they taken credit for it?” I challenged him. “It doesn’t make any sense that they’d do something like this unless they wanted us to know it was them.”

“Coulda been lots of people,” Sag agreed. “Undercover cop?”

“Nah, that makes no sense,” I countered. “We got friends in the force. Doesn’t make sense we wouldn’t have heard something by now, if something was going down.”

“The Cannibals haven’t been a problem for a long time,” Repo called from further down the table. “We got an understanding with them. They stay in their territory, we stay in ours. Everything’s copasetic.”

“Yeah, but they got a new prez,” Trigger said, his dark eyes flashing under his furrowed brows. “And we don’t know much about him other than he used to be their sergeant at arms.”

“That’s not enough,” I countered. “We need to know more before we start a war with the Cannibals over this.”

“Too bad the only guy who could have told us more ran away from the scene like a fucking pussy,” Levi said in disgust. Angry mutters circled the table. Jethro’s betrayal would rankle the brothers for a long time.

“So, how do we find out more?” Sag asked the table.

“We do something provocative,” Trigger replied. “See how hard they bite.”

I chewed on this for a minute. “What you got in mind?”

Trigger squinted for a moment in thought. “We take a little Sunday drive into their territory. See how much of a reaction we get.”

“Seems risky,” Sag countered.

“Not if there’s nothing going on,” Trigger said. “We just get our hands slapped. No worries at all.” He spread his hands wide and smiled.

“It’s not a bad idea,” I admitted. “Could tell us a lot.” I looked at Trigger. “Since it’s your idea, you go. But you need to keep your hair trigger in check, brother. This is reconnaissance, nothing more. No escalation. Make this look like a simple joyride, even if they’ll know it isn’t.”

“How about if I take the prospects along?” Trigger suggested. “The Cannibals would never expect us to bring prospects on a kill mission.”

The prospects. It was a good idea. Really good. Bringing the prospects along would de-escalate a possible confrontation as long as the Cannibals didn’t have specific orders about us. And it would be good training for the prospects, as well as a chance for Trigger to see how they acted in a tense situation.

But all I could see was Seton’s face if something went wrong and Cal got hurt.

Goddamn it. No. No. I couldn’t let decisions about the club be influenced by some girl with good tits and a hot ass I was itching to fuck. It wasn’t good for anybody if I did that. I had a responsibility to the Stone Kings. My brothers. I couldn’t let my dick make my choices for me.

I turned and nodded at Trigger. “Good idea. Take the prospects with you. And…” I looked around the room. “Take Repo, too.” Repo was my road captain. He was ace at keeping his eyes open.

Trigger looked at Repo and lifted his chin in acknowledgement. “You ready to go now?”

Repo nodded once. “Yup. Let’s go round up the prospects.”

“Okay,” I said. “Any other business?” The table was quiet.

“Move to adjourn,” Trigger said.

“Second,” Repo added.

I banged the gavel. One by one, the brothers began to file out of the room, talking quietly among themselves.

Levi came up to us and looked at Trigger. “You guys are sitting ducks if the Cannibals are responsible for this. You should take me with you.”

I tried to shrug off the possibility. “Nah. They wouldn’t bother going after prospects if they were serious. They’d be going after bigger guns. But they might do something to scare the shit out of them. This is good intel. And it’s also a good way to find out if the prospects have enough mettle to be Stone Kings.”

Levi’s brow creased into a frustrated frown, but he nodded. “Okay,” he said simply.

I turned to Trigger and glanced at Repo, who had come up beside us. “You good, brothers?”

“Yeah,” Repo said. “We’re good.”

“All right. Give me an update as soon as you’re back.”

I watched them go, then closed the door to the chapel, and tried to get Seton Greenlee’s face out of my thoughts.

It had been over a week since I’d seen her. Not that I was counting or anything.

I’d been trying to keep my distance. Keeping myself as busy as possible so I wouldn’t be tempted to go see her again. She had left so abruptly that night, I wanted to give her space.

But as much as I had tried to put her out of my mind, I just kept coming back to her. Her flashing eyes as she sparred with me. Her crazy mixture of innocence and red-hot sexiness. The way her cheeks and neck flushed when she was turned on. The little sounds she made when she wanted more. The way she threw back her head and moaned right before she came.

Fuck. I was hard as a rock just thinking about it all.

As I watched her drive away that night, I was already thinking about how to see her again. But as the days went by, I started to realize it just wasn’t in the cards. I never should have gone to see her in the first place. I wasn’t even sure what the hell had possessed me to. Sure, she was gorgeous, and hot as fucking hell. But I’d never been short on pussy, and I’d never felt any one woman was worth getting all tangled up for. I sure as hell wasn’t relationship material. Seton was. She wasn’t my type at all. She was smart. She was classy. She had a future. She deserved better than me. She was exactly the opposite of the club whores that I usually resorted to in order to satisfy my sexual whims. Sex-wise, I had always specifically done everything I could to avoid exactly the situation I found myself in.

And now, here I was, unable to get a woman out of my mind. I couldn’t whether to protect her, get rid of her, or fuck her senseless.

I was turning around these three possibilities in my head, just as I had been doing for days, when a soft knock on the closed door of the chapel interrupted me.

“Hey, boss?” Tammy called. She opened the door and poked her head in timidly. “There’s uh, someone to see you out in front.”

I frowned. “Who is it?”

Her expression was perplexed. “Uh, I’m not sure. It’s a woman.”

I walked out front to see Seton Greenlee standing by the bar.

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