STONE KINGS MOTORCYCLE CLUB: The Complete Collection

by Daphne Loveling

  Cherish’s twenty-second birthday was the week after the Stone Kings had rescued her from Isaiah and the WFZ. I knew she didn’t think I knew about it, and I wouldn’t have known the date at all if I hadn’t been the one to take her to the courthouse that first day.

  To tell the truth, I wasn’t even sure she would remember it on the actual day, either. Birthdays were never acknowledged at the Ranch, so it was easy to forget about them when you had grown up there. But I had decided that it was going to be my ongoing job to make up for the first twenty-one years she never celebrated. And tonight was step one in that plan. I’d even conspired with her manager at Hammie’s to give her the night off, knowing that it would never occur to Cherish to request it.

  I made up some pretext for taking her out for a night on the town, saying that since she’d never officially been on a date before, it was high time that she went on one. I told her we were going to someplace fancy, so she needed to dress up. I even borrowed a cage from one of the other brothers so she wouldn’t have to ride on the back of my bike in a dress.

  I arrived at the clubhouse wearing a dark button down shirt and dark jeans, leaving my leather cut at home for once. I suffered through the hoots and jeers of the men, until Cherish appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a form-fitting dark green dress that actually, literally took my fucking breath away. Her hair hung loose and wavy around her shoulders, the way I liked it, and the dress hugged her hips and her breasts so perfectly that my dick hardened in my pants at the knowledge that in a few hours, I’d be sliding my hands over the smooth fabric, pushing her skirt up to find the treasure that was waiting for me underneath.

  I kissed her once, deeply, then escorted her to the car, holding the door open for her as she got in. She seemed a little overwhelmed by all the attention, and I felt like a king for being able to do this one simple thing and be the first man (the only man, I told myself) to ever do something like this for her.

  The restaurant I took her to had outdoor seating, and we sat under the stars as I watched Cherish ponder the menu like it was a life or death decision. When she’d chosen, the waiter left and returned a moment later with a bottle of champagne I’d asked for when I made the reservations. I’d only had champagne once before in my life, and I wasn’t much for it, but I would have bought fifty bottles of it just to hear the way Cherish laughed when she tried it.

  “It tickles!” she smiled. “It feels like I’m going to sneeze!”

  She took another sip and laughed again, then set it down. “Levi, what is all this? What’s the occasion?”

  “Happy birthday,” I said, setting a small box down in front of her.

  Her eyes grew wide. “Is… How did you know? I don’t understand!”

  “You told the county clerk your birthday the day I took you down to the courthouse,” I said simply.

  “And you remembered that all this time?”

  I nodded. “Did you remember it was your birthday?”

  “Um, sort of,” she said vaguely, shrugging. “But… you know.”

  “Yeah. I know.” I did. Even all these years after leaving the Ranch, I had never celebrated my own birthday. It just hadn’t ever occurred to me.

  “So, all this…” she said, nodding down at the champagne and the box in front of her, “This is because of my birthday?”

  “Yep,” I grinned. “So get ready, because I’m gonna pamper the shit out of you every year.”

  “Levi,” she said softly, her eyes shining. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too, babe,” I said, my voice husky. “Now, open your present.”

  A few days before, I had gone to a local jewelry maker with a rush job for an idea I had. The result was inside the box.

  “Oh, Levi,” Cherish said quietly as she took it out. “I…” Her voice broke. “Thank you so much!”

  It was a gold necklace, with a simple pendant the jewelry maker had designed especially for Cherish: a C and an L, intertwined together.

  “I wanted to give you something so you’ll always know. Not just that you’re mine. That I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me,” I said.

  For a moment she just looked down at her plate, and I could tell she was having trouble speaking. When she finally looked back up at me, her eyes were shining. “It’s so beautiful, Levi,” she whispered. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She looked around the restaurant, and started to laugh, as two tears fell from her eyes. “My God, I’m so happy! I never knew anyone could be this happy!”

  “Me neither, babe,” I said, as I fought to keep my composure. “Me neither.”

  Later that night, I took her back to my place. I made love to her long and slow. It seemed like we’d never get enough. I knelt between her legs and worshipped her with my tongue until she bucked against me. She knelt at the foot of the bed and took me in her mouth, making me groan with pleasure and trying as hard as I could not to lose control like a fucking virgin. When I was getting close and tried to push her away, she refused, telling me it was her birthday and she was claiming her second present. Then, her full, pouty lips wrapped back around my cock, just like I had fantasized about the first day I met her, and she brought me to a shuddering release as I came so hard I thought I might pass out.

  We slept for a little while, and when I woke, it was the middle of the night, and I was curled around her, my dick hardening as it against her beautiful ass. I groaned and pulled her tighter to me, and she woke up and shifted in my arms to look at me. Wordlessly, we kissed, her breathing speeding up as my tongue probed deep into her mouth. Soon, she was whimpering and pressing her wet pussy against my cock. “Levi,” she whispered urgently. “I need you.”

  Moonlight was streaming in through the window, and I suddenly wanted more than anything to see her beautiful body. I rolled on my back and pulled her on top so she was straddling me. It was the first time she had ever been on top, and she blushed furiously as I looked up at her. Then, with a wicked smile that caught me completely by surprise, she raised herself up and sank slowly down onto my throbbing cock. She closed her eyes and began to move with me inside her, sliding up and down, her mouth parted in pleasure. I reached up and brushed my thumb against her lips, and she took it in her mouth sucking on it as her tongue licked the pad. I groaned deeply, and she leaned forward, changing the angle so that her wet slit was rubbing against the top of my shaft as she rode me.

  “Levi,” she panted. “I’m getting close.”

  Jesus Christ. The sound of her saying my name, taking her pleasure, was almost more than I could bear. I took my thumb from her mouth and slid it against the hard nub of her nipple, causing her to gasp. Her eyes opened, finding mine, and she moaned, moving faster up and down. I could feel her pussy begin to squeeze me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. We rode the wave together, locking eyes, until finally she threw back her head and cried out, her pussy pulsing around me as she came. It was all I needed, and with a roar, I joined her, emptying myself inside her as she milked me dry.

  Afterwards, I lay awake in the dark and listened to the sound of Cherish’s calm, rhythmic breathing as she slept beside me. It was tranquil. Strangely so. Like the one time I had ever been to the ocean, on a solo bike trip to California not long after I had left the WFZ cult for good. I remember the first night, sleeping on the beach, listening to the waves crash against the shore. It was funny. The crashing of the water should have been violent. But instead, it was the crash of tranquility. Peace.

  I thought about what an irony it was that the past I had tried so hard to leave behind me had come crashing back into my life. The past had crashed into my present. And the resulting explosion had brought me my future. It had brought me the one woman I would never be able to live without.

  I had thought the Stone Kings would be the only family I would ever need, or want, but I was wrong. The future wouldn’t mean anything to me without Cherish in it. I looked forward to watching her take her place in the world, and I was going to do everything I coul
d to cheer her on and make sure nothing stood in her way.

  And then, once she had had plenty of time to choose a life for herself, I was going to marry the shit out of her.

  I looked over at her sleeping form, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around her and wake her up. Instead I lay back and folded my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes and began to feel the tug of sleep pull me under, knowing for once that no matter what happened, no matter what lay in store for Cherish and me tomorrow, we were both exactly where we needed to be.

  THE END

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  BONUS EPILOGUE

  LEVI

  Two Years Later

  “Babe, we’re gonna be late,” I called out toward the bedroom, even though I didn’t really care how late we were. We were just going to Seton and Greyson’s house, after all. It wasn’t a big deal whether we showed up on time or not. The important thing was that we would eventually be there, supporting them and their family. Which had just recently increased in size from two to four. Little Wyatt Greyson and Kendall Madeleine had been born just over a week ago, and by all accounts, they had already stolen their mommy and daddy’s hearts.

  Cherish came rushing into the living room from the bedroom, brushing her hair into a glowing cascade of auburn waves. “Sorry, I know I’m running behind,” she apologized.

  As she stood in front of me, wearing a beautiful dark-red sundress that made her look elegant and almost exotic, I almost shook my head in disbelief at my fucking luck. “You look beautiful, babe,” I told her, my voice husky with desire. “Actually,” I continued, getting up to encircle her waist with my arm, “You sure you don’t want to be just a little bit later? I’m pretty sure the party will go on without us.”

  “Levi!” she giggled, as I bent down and nuzzled her neck. “You were the one who was trying to hurry me up!”

  “I know,” I growled, “But I have my priorities straight. And there’s not a man alive who would judge me.”

  Cherish’s laughter changed to soft moans as I traced the line of her neck with my tongue. Leading her to the couch, I knelt in front of her and pushed her dress up past her thighs. Surprise stopped me short. “You’re going commando?” I said, staring at her. My dick just about burst through my jeans at the sight.

  Cherish laughed impishly. “It’s like you think I don’t know you at all, Levi Wolff. Do you think I really expected to get out of here without you trying to have your way with me?”

  “Can I help it if I fucking can’t get enough of my wife?” I growled, and knelt to bury my face in between her gorgeous thighs.

  And I couldn’t. Get enough of her, that is. Cherish and I had gotten married at a small, understated ceremony at the city hall about six months ago. Neither one of us wanted anything particularly religious, and I guess both of us still had enough of our upbringings in us to want the marriage to be relatively free of pomp and circumstance. Still, even without all the hoopla, the day we tied the knot had been the most memorable day of my life.

  Every damn day that I woke up with Cherish next to me, I literally sent up a silent prayer to whoever or whatever had decided to bring her into my life. I didn’t know what I had ever done to deserve a woman like her. Hell, I knew there was no way I would ever deserve someone as perfect as Cherish. But damned if I wasn’t going to spend every single day for the rest of my life making sure she didn’t know that.

  When I had made her scream my name as she came, her hands fisting in my hair as she bucked against my tongue, I moved over her. I pressed the the tip of my throbbing cock against her slit, finding her wet and ready for me. I needed to take her, hard. I needed to claim her body as though I never had before. But something made me hesitate.

  “Cherish,” I murmured. “Do you think it’s…”

  She grinned and said breathily, “Levi, I’m only ten weeks along. There is absolutely no danger.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure. Didn’t you listen to what Doctor Brooks said?”

  “Yeah, but…”

  “Shut up and take me, Levi,” Cherish said, cutting me off. “Please… take me.”

  “Jesus,” I groaned. “When you put it like that…”

  I thrust into her, unable to contain myself any longer. Her eyes went wide as I plunged deep inside, then half-closed with desire as a deep moan escaped her throat. “Harder, Levi…” she whispered, and then we were rocking together, with her crying out in pleasure with every thrust.

  “I’m close, babe,” I growled as I felt myself nearing the point of no return.

  “Oh, yes, oh, God Levi!” Her eyes flew open as she hurtled over the edge, clutching at my arms. Feeling her pussy clench and throb around me was too much to take, and I lost control, roaring as I emptied myself inside her, coating her walls with my seed. Claiming her. I would never, ever get enough of claiming her as mine.

  We lay gasping together on the couch, coming slowly back to earth. “We really should get going,” Cherish giggled. “They’re already going to be making fun of us, as late as we’re going to be.”

  “Let ‘em. I’m not going to be embarrassed for having sex with my wife.” Kissing her one final time, I gently pulled out of her, and rose, buttoning my jeans. “You got the presents ready?”

  “They’re in the car already,” she nodded. Raising herself to a sitting position, she grabbed the hairbrush that had fallen between the sofa cushions and began to put some order in the hair that I had been responsible for messing up. “By the way, I need to stop at the shelter for just a minute on the way there, to drop off some donated bottles of shampoo and conditioner.”

  “Sounds good,” I said. Cherish was one of the founders of a fledgling shelter for women who were homeless or fleeing domestic violence and their children. After casting about, trying to think of what she would do for a career, she finally stumbled on the idea of working to create a place for women with nowhere to go. As she had been herself when she left the Ranch. She often said to me that if it hadn’t been for me and the club, she might still be at WFZ, and that she didn’t want other women to have to stay in bad situations because of lack of any alternative. She had gone to all sorts of churches, food shelves, and other nonprofits in the area, and joined up with other women who had the same drive and priorities to open this small shelter in the annex of a local church. I couldn’t believe how far she and the women she had joined up with had come in a year and a half. I was so damn proud of her, sometimes I could hardly stand it.

  As we moved toward the door, Cherish put a hand on my arm. “Levi,” she murmured. “I love you so much.”

  I looked down at her. “Babe. I love you, too. And I love that you’re carrying my child.” I placed my hand lightly on her still-flat stomach, marveling that my child was in there somewhere. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom, you know that?”

  “I have to be,” she countered. “I’ll be raising an amazing son.”

  “Daughter,” I countered.

  “We’ll see,” she smiled. “But remember, we’re not going to tell anyone yet. Today is Seton and Greyson’s special day. We’ll make an announcement sometime later.”

  We drove to Grey and See’s house mostly in silence, holding hands across the seat and lost in thought. I knew that Cherish was partial to having a son. The night she told me she was pregnant, the first thing she had said was how she was sure he would have my eyes and my smile.

  But me? I still see the little girl with long auburn hair streaming behind her, gazing at me with her mama’s flashing eyes.

  Either way, the baby would be ours. And with Cherish as his or her mama, the kid was bound to take the world by storm.

  THE END

  RIDE

  A Stone Kings MC Romance, Book 3

  1

  Trig

  “Oh, Trig!” she moaned. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me come so hard!”

  Her name was Cheryl, or Sherry, or some shit like that. Something that started with
a “sh” sound. Which was fitting, because the bitch hadn’t shut up since we got to the motel.

  I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like a woman to show some vocal appreciation, but this one sounded like she thought she was auditioning for a porno. A bad porno, at that. Luckily, she had the best set of tits money could buy, and a pair of legs that just wouldn’t quit.

  Her sister wasn’t bad, either.

  I had met Cheryl/Sherry at a bar a few weeks ago, and we’d enjoyed a rousing fuck in a dark corner of the parking lot as I took her hard and fast up against the hood of her car. I’d ended up at that same bar tonight, and there she was again, this time with a slightly taller, slightly bustier carbon copy of herself.

  Never being a man to resist an opportunity when it presents itself, we eventually ended up here, with me preparing to fuck the life out of both of them. Cheryl/Sherry wasn’t the best piece of ass I’d ever had — generally speaking, I didn’t bother with any woman more than once — but the prospect of banging two of her at once had convinced me to make an exception to that rule.

  Cheryl/Sherry was whimpering and gyrating against my hand as I lazily finger-fucked her. My cock was standing at full-attention as I tried to decide which of them to bang first. I watched out of the corner of my eye as the other one batted her doe eyes at me seductively (What the hell was her name? Candy? Bambi? Who the hell knew?).

  As if she knew was auditioning for the part, she knelt down and proceeded to wrap her ruby-red lips around my cock. A groan of satisfaction escaped my throat as I settled back and let her work me. She kept her big blue eyes locked on mine as she bobbed up and down, sucking with just the right amount of pressure.