STONE KINGS MOTORCYCLE CLUB: The Complete Collection

by Daphne Loveling

  I removed my hands from his leg and swallowed painfully. I should have continued the massage down his calf, but frankly, I wasn’t sure I could contain myself much longer.

  My face flamed red as I forced myself to look at him. Hot, burning coals bored into me, making my nipples even tighter. He seemed to see right through me, to read everything I wanted to conceal from him. Between my legs, I grew wet, soaking my panties instantly.

  “Eva,” he breathed, his voice thick. “I’m not sure we’re done, at all.”

  13

  Trig

  Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a goddamn stuffed dragon?

  I had spent the entire day before my PT appointment driving around to every toy store in the area, feeling like a jackass, but I was on a mission and would not be denied.

  Finally, I found one at a Toys ‘r’ Us a couple of towns over. I had just enough time to buy it and get back for PT with about five minutes to spare.

  I had expected to just give the dragon to Eva to give to Zoe, but as soon as I walked into the clinic, the little kid barreled into me like she hadn’t seen me in years. I didn’t quite manage to get my bum leg out of the way, so it was pretty painful, but I don’t think she noticed.

  You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you I didn’t have any ulterior motive for buying a toy for Zoe, but I swear I didn’t do it to try to get into Eva’s pants. I dunno what it was, exactly. Most of the time, I could take kids or leave them, and mostly, I left them.

  But Zoe was pretty cute, even if she was a rambunctious little thing. And she reminded me so much of her mom, I couldn’t help but be charmed by her.

  So, when Eva told me Zoe’s dad was pretty much out of the picture, something kind of shifted in me. I sure as hell wasn’t the “dad” type myself, but I just sort of wanted to do something nice for the kid.

  The fact that it ended up scoring me an evening with Eva?

  Icing on the cake.

  It turned out she lived in the same house she had grown up in, a fact that surprised me. When she gave me the address, her eyes flicked up at me momentarily, as if daring me to comment on it. But I just nodded and asked if I could bring anything.

  I showed up the next night with a six pack of better-quality beer than I usually buy, and a bouquet of daisies I’d picked up from a florist along the way. When I rang the doorbell, the thumping of Zoe’s feet running down the hall greeted me.

  “Hi, Trig!” she exclaimed, and pushed open the screen door to let me in. She was already in her pajamas, and just from following behind her I could smell the scent of baby shampoo that told me she had just had a bath.

  “This way!” she called, beating a path into what turned out to be the kitchen.

  Eva was standing at the center island, chopping vegetables, and she looked up at me with a nervous smile.

  “Hi,” she said softly.

  She was wearing a simple blue sundress that hugged her shapely hips and brought out the color of her eyes. Her hair was tied back in a loose knot, revealing the soft, slightly flushed skin of her neck.

  I wanted to kiss her there. I wanted to feel her pulse point under my lips. My dick jumped in response at the thought, and I moved a little closer to the island for camouflage.

  “Hey,” I smiled casually. “What’s for dinner? Smells good already.”

  She glanced toward the oven. “I thought I’d keep it simple, to something Zoe would eat with no fuss. So I’m making spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. You’re smelling the garlic bread.”

  “Sounds great.” I held up the flowers. “These are for you.”

  “Oh…” her eyes widened. “Trig…”

  “It’s not a big deal,” I interrupted her. “It’s just to thank you for making dinner for me. It’s not all that often I get a home-cooked meal.”

  She wiped her hands on a towel and moved around the island to take them. Her mouth curved up into a slight smile. “I love daisies.”

  “They kind of look like you,” I said as I handed them to her. “Fresh. Beautiful, without needing a lot of fanfare.”

  She looked up at me, startled.

  “Sorry,” I murmured. “Just slipped out.” Shit. I should probably tone it down a notch.

  Reddening, she reached up into a cabinet and took down a vase. “I’ll just get some water.”

  I held up the six pack of beer in my other hand. “I brought these, too. Didn’t know if you liked beer.”

  She seemed relieved to change the subject. “Yes, beer will be perfect with the spaghetti. Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, looking down at my leg. “You’re not using your cane!”

  “I left it in the truck.” I nodded vaguely toward the front door. “Figured I could make it this far. Besides, I didn’t have enough hands to carry it.”

  She frowned. “You need to be careful… How does it feel?”

  I shrugged. I didn’t really want to talk about it. “Okay.” I was still limping pretty bad, and some of the numbness was still there. My foot didn’t seem to be doing too good a job of taking signals from my brain. If it didn’t get much better, I might manage to walk without a cane sometimes, but I still wouldn’t be able to ride.

  Eva seemed to sense I wasn’t willing to say more. She nodded. “Okay, tonight I’m not your PT. No shop talk. But at your next appointment we’re going to have this conversation. Got it?”

  I grimaced. “Do we have to?”

  “Do you want to get better?”

  My stomach lurched. She had no idea. I lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling, trying not to contemplate the unthinkable.

  But instead of telling her that, I merely grunted. “Hey, whatever happens, happens.”

  She looked at me skeptically. “I don’t believe that for a minute, Trig. I know you’re dying to get back on a motorcycle again. I can see it in your eyes.”

  I pulled a bottle out of the six pack and twisted it open. “I thought you said no shop talk tonight.”

  She sighed. “Okay. For now.”

  Zoe was dying to show me her room, so I let her pull me in that direction for a few minutes while her mom kept working on dinner.

  I noticed it was just the two of them, with no sign of Eva’s mom around. The house seemed like it probably hadn’t changed much since we were in high school, though. The furniture looked like it was all from that era, all overstuffed and over-decorated. None of it really seemed to mesh with what I would imagine Eva’s tastes would be.

  Zoe’s room was completely different from the rest of the house, though. It was all done up in pinks, greens, and yellows, with a small, white four-poster bed and mounds of stuffed animals and dolls lining a large bookshelf.

  “Look! This is where my animals sleep,” she showed me proudly, introducing me to each one by name. “But Toothless sleeps with me.” And sure enough, there he was enjoying pride of place in the center of her bed, propped up on a pillow. She leapt onto it and grabbed the dragon, squeezing him tightly in her arms.

  “Come on!” she squealed. “Let’s go watch the movie!”

  I let myself be dragged back downstairs into the living room, where Zoe had already gotten out the DVD. I watched her busily put it into the player and work the controls. I risked a glance over at Eva, who was watching the two of us. She silently mouthed, “I’m sorry!”

  I chuckled and gave her a thumbs up, then settled back into an overstuffed couch with my beer.

  Zoe chattered happily away at me as we watched, explaining who all the characters were and telling me what they were going to do before they did it.

  Eventually, she settled in next to me and quieted down as she got drawn into the story. Toothless sat between us, watching his namesake on the screen.

  When Zoe was good and absorbed in the movie, I stood up and meandered over to Eva.

  “Sorry I’m not helping with preparation,” I apologized. “Is there something I can do?”

  She smiled. “You’re doing enough by keeping Zoe occupied. Normally dinner p
rep takes me twice as long.” She glanced over at her daughter. “Thanks for being so patient with her.”

  “It’s no problem. She really is a good kid.”

  “I think so.” She gazed over at the couch with such obvious love, I couldn’t help but think that Zoe wasn’t missing anything at all in her life, even without a dad.

  Eva handed me some plates and silverware and had me set the table, then called Zoe to stop the movie and come eat. The three of us munched companionably, with Zoe telling me all about who her best friends were at pre-K and which ones would be with her in kindergarten in the fall.

  After dinner, Eva told Zoe she could watch half an hour more of the movie, while the two of us chatted quietly in the kitchen. When Zoe’s bedtime came, Eva took her upstairs to read her a story, and I cracked another beer and started on cleanup and dishes.

  I was just finishing up when she emerged from Zoe’s room, closing the door behind her. “She’s still pretty wired from having you here,” Eva said in a low voice, “But I said she could read another story to herself if she stayed in her room. I told her that if she started the old ‘I’m thirsty’ game, you wouldn’t come back anymore.”

  I looked at her. “I get to come back?” I asked with a sly grin.

  “It was just a ploy to get her to stay in bed,” she said primly, but a flush in her cheeks told me I might have a shot.

  We sat down on the couch together, and Eva clicked the muted TV off and put on some soft music.

  “Romantic,” I remarked.

  “Don’t push it,” she warned.

  I held up my hands in surrender. “Sorry.”

  She seemed to relax a little. “Thanks again for being so good to Zoe.”

  “Eva,” I stopped her. “Stop thanking me. She’s a cute kid. It’s no problem.”

  She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just know a lot of men are bothered by women who have children.” Her eyes widened in alarm. “I mean, I’m not saying we… I mean…”

  I laughed. “I get it.” Glancing around the room, I hesitated, then decided to throw caution to the wind. “So. You live here now.”

  For a moment, she didn’t move or say anything, and I thought I had seriously fucked up. Finally, she spoke. “Yes. For almost two years now. My mom…” she reddened, “got sick. I came back from Seattle to take care of her until she died last year. We still haven’t decided what we’re going to do next.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured. “So. You did end up going to University of Washington, then.”

  She nodded. “I did. I got my degree in physical therapy from there. I stayed in Seattle after graduation. Got a job. Got married. Had Zoe. Got divorced.” She looked at me wryly. “Then mom got sick, and here I am. Just like the last ten years never happened.”

  “They happened.” I nodded toward the stairs. “She’s proof. Plus, you don’t wear glasses anymore.”

  She laughed. “Lasik.”

  “And,” I continued, “you’re even more beautiful now. More self-assured.”

  She shifted uncomfortably. “Trig…”

  “Eva.” I reached a hand toward her cheek and, as gently as I could, stroked the line of her jaw with my thumb. “I know there’s an uncomfortable past between us. I’m sorry. But we’ve both changed.” I chuckled softly as I looked down at my leg. “In my case, maybe not for the better. But we’re not eighteen anymore.”

  I leaned closer and brushed my lips against hers. “We don’t have to be defined by the past. Things are different now, for both of us.” I trailed my lips down her neck, feeling her shiver in response. “Except that I’m still crazy about you.”

  I was half-expecting her to pull away and throw me out of her house, but she didn’t. I had finally arrived at the pulse point at the base of her throat. I kissed it lightly, then flicked at it gently with my tongue.

  She froze, trembling, and her sharp intake of breath told me what I needed to know.

  Before I knew it my cock was hard as a rock. I brushed my lips against her throat, then up to the spot just behind her earlobe, kissing softly. I knew I needed to be careful about this, so I wouldn’t break the spell. I had wanted Eva Van Buren for the better part of ten years, and I’d be damned if I was going to fuck this up now.

  She was arching her neck and moaning softly as I continued to kiss the sensitive spots that were clearly driving her wild. I wanted to make absolutely sure she was ready when I finally did kiss her. She stiffened in anticipation as I moved closer to her lips, and I could feel the heat and tension between us.

  I could tell she was wet for me, the way her breathing was already coming in short gasps. I cradled her head in my hand, my fingers fisting in her hair, and gently turned her face toward mine. As my mouth came down on hers, her lips opened for me, our tongues tangling with a hunger that was over a decade in the making.

  I devoured her. That’s the only word for it. I couldn’t get enough of her soft, full mouth, or the way she moaned as our tongues danced together. I pulled her toward me until we were pressed together, her chest heaving. My mouth broke from hers to move downwards, tasting her warm, soft skin as I went. “Jesus, Eva,” I whispered. “Jesus.”

  My mouth found the tops of her breasts, and my hand moved from her waist to cup one full globe. Through her sundress, I could feel she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I began to tease her nipple through the thin fabric with my thumb. A loud gasp escaped her, cut short suddenly as she tried to stay quiet so as not to wake Zoe.

  I growled low in my throat, then dipped my head and nipped at the fabric-covered areola with my teeth. Her hands went to my hair as she arched toward me eagerly. I coaxed the fabric downward until her gorgeous breast was exposed, then continued suck and lick at the taut bud while my thumb teased the other. Eva was almost writhing, struggling to keep still as her breath rasped in her throat.

  My cock was so hard right now I was momentarily afraid I might just fucking come in my pants like some kid. It was as though everything I had ever felt for Eva was crashing into me all at once, almost overwhelming in its power. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone, or anything, before. I was trying to go slow, but it was taking everything in me not to just pick her up and make a beeline for her bedroom so I could thrust myself inside her.

  But even as desperate as I was to have her, I didn’t want this to be the only time. I wanted Eva today, tomorrow, and the next day. I knew that one night with her would never be enough.

  “Eva,” I growled, “You’re gonna have to be the one to stop me, baby. I want you, right now, but you call the shots. Tell me what you want to do.”

  Her eyes met mine, deep blue pools of unmistakeable passion. Wordlessly, she raised her lips to mine and we kissed hungrily. I lowered her down on the couch and lay on top of her. Her legs spread as I lowered myself on to her, and I groaned loudly as my straining cock pressed against her hot core.

  “Oh…” she gasped, and threw her head back. She pressed up, grinding against me, and holy shit, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It took everything I had not to come. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her deeply as the two of us rocked together, teetering on the edge of something powerful.

  After a few moments, Eva pulled her mouth away from mine. She laughed shakily. “Look at us, dry humping like a couple of kids.”

  It seemed fitting, somehow, since we’d never gotten to this point in high school. “Dry humping in high school was never this good,” I murmured into her ear.

  “I wouldn’t know,” she whispered. I pulled back for a moment to look at her, catching a glimpse of the uncertain teenager she had been.

  “I would have killed to be your boyfriend in high school, you know,” I said honestly.

  “Then…” she bit her lip before she could continue.

  “What?” I asked. Her expression had transformed in a heartbeat, and she looked almost stricken. “What, Eva?”

  She shook her head and grimaced. “Nothing. Let’s not dredge up the past.” She moved to sit
up, and I pulled away and let her.

  “Eva, are you okay?” I asked.

  She nodded wordlessly, but I knew she was lying.

  “Look. Eva.” She was sitting upright now, and I sat down next to her and took her hand. “I’m sorry. About back then. I know something happened between us. I don’t know what it was. But I’m sorry all the same.”

  “You honestly have no idea what I was angry about?” Her voice was small, hurt.

  “No,” I said. “I honestly don’t.”

  She shook her head and laughed sadly. “I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.”

  I tried again to get her to tell me what the hell was wrong, but the mood between us was broken. She grew quiet, and even though she wasn’t visibly angry, I couldn’t get her to talk to me. Eventually, she said maybe it would be better for me to go.

  I left Eva’s place frustrated, confused, and pissed off at the world. I didn’t want to go home, so I found myself driving toward the clubhouse, where I shared a couple of drinks with Cal and a couple other brothers.

  Finally, when there wasn’t anything else left to do, I drove back home alone in the truck, went to bed, and stroked myself to completion in the dark thinking about Eva’s unfathomable blue eyes.

  14

  Eva

  Last night was a mistake.

  A sexy, hot, smoldering mistake.

  I had been more nervous than I had thought was possible getting ready for Trig to come over. It’s not a date, I kept telling myself. And it wasn’t.

  But that didn’t stop me from changing my outfit four times, or putting my hair up, then down, then up again, until finally just throwing it into a loose pony in exasperation and hoping for the best. It had been so many years since I’d tried to make myself look nice for a man. Even my ill-fated single date with Dr. Kevin Larkin hadn’t gotten me that worked up.

  And for one, delicious moment later that night, I thought that maybe something could happen between Trig Jackson and me.