STONE KINGS MOTORCYCLE CLUB: The Complete Collection

by Daphne Loveling

  We closed up her place, Andi setting the alarm behind us, and walked down to the parking lot. Luckily, I had a helmet with me, so I had her put it on, waiting as she adjusted it.

  “Ever been on a motorcycle before?” I asked.

  She nodded. “A few times, but it’s been a while.” She watched as I got on, then climbed on behind me, putting her feet on the pegs. I fired up the engine, and she wrapped her arms around me.

  It felt good, having her on the bike with me.

  We drove through the early morning streets and out onto the highway. It was looking like a fucking beautiful day, sunny and cloudless, and for now it was still cool enough for the air to be just a little chilly on our skin.

  Andi snuggled closer to me for warmth, and I felt her breathe in deeply and let it out. She seemed like she was in a good mood today. Better than I’d seen her be in in a while. I was pretty sure that the sex was part of it, but I hoped that telling me about that shit with her stepfather had helped, too.

  Jesus. Her stepfather. I’d tried to put it out of my mind so I could help her do the same, but now as I drove along I felt my hands tightening in anger around the grips of my handlebars. I didn’t know who this fucker was, but if I ever got the chance to get in the same room with him, I would fucking kill him with my bare hands.

  The thought of Andi as a young kid, with no one to protect her from that sick piece of shit… it made my blood pound in my head with a depth of rage I didn’t ever remember feeling before in my life. I would protect Andi from him, or from whoever he was sending to do his dirty work; I swore it to myself as we sped down the highway.

  No one would hurt her as long as I was around. No one.

  We pulled into Maisie’s about ten minutes later, and I strode up to the front door and held it open for Andi.

  “Who know motorcycle club guys were such gentlemen?” she teased me.

  “We are a bunch of classy motherfuckers,” I informed her.

  The two of us were ravenous from all the horizontal aerobics we’d engaged in since the night before, and I watched in amazement and satisfaction as Andi ordered the deluxe breakfast special with pancakes, hash browns, and bacon, and proceeded to inhale almost all of it.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned as he eyes rolled back in her head. “This is the best meal I’ve ever had. Holy God, I was hungry.”

  I chuckled. “I gotta keep you fueled up, if we’re gonna keep up the pace we’ve set for ourselves.”

  She eyed me saucily. “Who says we are?” she retorted.

  I smirked. “Oh, Doll, your mouth may not want to admit it, but your body says it loud and clear.” I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Then again, the way you were moaning my name when I took you in the shower just now says your mouth agrees with your body whether you like it or not.”

  Andi looked down at her plate and blushed. “Shush, now. People will hear you.”

  “Who’s gonna hear us?” I nodded my head toward the rest of the diner. Only three other customers were here at this hour, a couple of old guys at a table by the window, and a younger dude sitting at the counter. “No one’s within earshot. Besides, what do you care what other people hear?”

  Andi had opened her mouth to fire back some smart remark, but just then Maisie, the owner, came up to our booth.

  “Well, well, then. I hardly recognized you, Cal, up this early.” She shifted her eyes toward Andi. “This ain’t a Stone King.”

  I laughed. “Maisie, I’d like you to meet Andi Wagner. She’s —.” I almost said, “my sister’s best friend,” but that felt weird as hell to say.

  “She’s a friend of mine,” I concluded.

  Maisie was short and wiry, with dark red hair that clearly came out of a bottle, done up in a wispy cotton-candy-like style that didn’t do a whole lot for her already thin features. She was somewhere around sixty years old or so, and she was what I remember my dad calling “rode hard and put away wet.” Life had clearly been hard on Maisie, though I had no idea exactly how.

  Still, she was a firecracker, always ready with a comeback or a joke. And she was a good friend to the MC. We’d come here for breakfast at least a couple times a month, usually after a night of hard drinking had produced a mighty hangover. It was true I’d never been here nearly this early.

  I’d also never been here with a woman.

  Maisie looked over at Andi, her frank brown eyes clearly studying her. “Nice to meet you, darlin’,” she finally said, sticking out her hand. “This boy here treating you right?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Maisie, come on.”

  But Andi was amused. “So far. But don’t worry about me,” she grinned up at Maisie. “I can hold my own.”

  Maisie chuckled. “I bet you can.” She nodded toward the food. “You two enjoying your breakfast?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” Andi enthused. “I was just telling Cal it was the best breakfast I’d ever had.”

  “Actually,” I corrected her, “You said it was the best meal you’d ever had.”

  “Oh come on, now.” Maisie scoffed, but there was a twinkle in her eye.

  “I mean it!” Andi said. “I mean, I’ll allow I was really hungry, but I’m serious. These hash browns are amazing. How do you get them so crisp on the outside without being burnt?”

  “Well, now, if I told you that, you wouldn’t come back for more, now would you?” Maisie teased.

  “Oh, yes I would,” Andi laughed. “I can barely boil water.”

  “Well, then, you’ll just have to keep coming back, and maybe someday I’ll tell you.” Maisie turned to me with her characteristic half-smirk. “You two let me know if you need anything. And Cal, you better treat this girl right. She’s better than you deserve.”

  As we watched Maisie saunter away, Andi murmured, “Why do I feel like I was just being interviewed?”

  “You were,” I replied. “The good news is, you passed. She’s usually not nearly that nice to anyone unless they’ve come in at least three or four times.”

  Her eyes widened. “Wow. I feel honored.”

  “You should.”

  I took a gulp of my coffee and hesitated. Andi seemed a lot more relaxed this morning than she had last night, and I hated to risk wrecking that. But there were a few things I wanted to talk to her about, and I figured now, with a belly full of good food, might be the best time I’d manage to find.

  “So,” I said slowly. “Andi. About last night, and the photo you found in your car.”

  “She groaned. “Do we have to talk about that now? Can’t we just enjoy our food in peace?”

  “Look.” I sat back and waited for her to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry to bring it up. But I want to help you. Okay? So, can we just talk about a couple of things, and then I’ll let it go for now?”

  She blew her bangs away from her face, making an exasperated noise. “Fine. Go ahead.”

  “Okay.” I sat for a moment, trying to think of what to say. “Well, first of all, I can’t believe that I’m actually going to say this, but… why haven’t you gone to the police about this before now? I’m curious.” I was no fan of the cops, but it seemed like the sort of thing most people would do if they were scared for their safety.

  Andi sighed. “Because of my mom. And my sister.” She shook her head sadly. “I don’t want them to get hurt. I know that’s fucked up. But, my mom, she made it clear she didn’t want to hear about it. She…” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “She made it clear by not trying that hard to find me when I left that she chose him.” She swallowed painfully. “That she chose her life of luxury, over protecting me.

  “As for my sister,” she continued, fingering the handle of her coffee mug, “I know she’s safe. She’s his blood, his real daughter. I know he’d never do to her what… what he did to me.”

  Andi stopped talking, and I didn’t push it. I could tell from the hitches in her breathing that she was fighting back tears. Eventually she resumed.

  “I th
ought that when I left, it would all be over. And it seemed like it was. Until the last few weeks, I thought he’d forgotten about me. I thought — “ she took in a shaky breath and let it out. “I thought it was all behind me. But I should have known better.”

  I leaned forward. “What changed, Andi? Can you think of anything that’s happened, anything that’s been different in the past few weeks, that might have made him decide to show you he’s watching?”

  She frowned, lost in thought. “Not really,” she said finally. Unless…”

  “Unless what?”

  “Well, it doesn’t seem really related, but… It’s just been in the last month or two that the band has started playing more in Denver. Where they live is not far from there, up in the mountains outside of Denver. I hadn’t gone into the city since I left home, until Ash started pushing to get us gigs there.” She looked at me. “Do you think that could have something to do with it?”

  “It might,” I said, considering. “If he didn’t know where you were before, and happened to see you when you were in the city. He could have had you followed back here.”

  “Maybe,” she said dubiously. “But God, I feel like he would have been able to find me any time, if he’d wanted to. I mean, he’s powerful, and he has money and connections. It seems weird that it would have taken him six years to find me.”

  “Well, maybe he did know where you were all along,” I began, stopping as I saw her flinch at the thought.

  “I’m sorry, Andi.” I reached over the table and took her hand. Her fingers were cold in mine, and I brushed my thumb against her palm soothingly. “I know this is hard, and scary for you.”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s okay. I know you’re trying to help me.”

  I started again, trying to keep my tone as gentle as possible. “It’s possible he did already know where you are. But if that’s the case, then something must have happened to make him decide to show you that he knows. But you have no idea what that might be?”

  “No,” she whispered. “No idea at all.”

  “Okay. That’s okay.” I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “We’ll figure it out.”

  When we had finished our breakfasts, I paid the bill over Andi’s protests and we said goodbye to Maisie, then went back outside. As we stood next to my bike, I reached down and wrapped Andi in my arms.

  “Look, don’t worry,” I murmured as I looked down at her. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” Raising my hand to her face, I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “And I’ll keep you safe. You just need to keep me in the loop.”

  She nodded. “I’m scared, Cal,” she murmured.

  “Sshhh…” My thumb went to her lower lip, and I dragged the pad across it. Her eyes fluttered as the heat between us went up a notch. “I know you’re scared, baby. But you’ve got me.”

  I lowered my face to hers, catching that bee-stung lower lip between my teeth and sucking on it. She drew her breath in sharply and pressed her body against me, moaning. My cock expanded, hardening instantly, and our tongues found each other, searching, needing.

  “Holy shit, Doll, if you’re not careful I’m gonna bend you over the seat of this bike and have my way with you before you know what’s happening.”

  She whimpered against my mouth. “If you’re not careful, I’ll let you.”

  “Jesus.” I reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her even more tightly against me. She moaned more loudly and rocked her hips against my hardness. “I need to be inside that pussy, Andi. I’m gonna take you back home now, and we’re gonna finish what we just started here.”

  I didn’t wait for an answer. I hopped on the bike and we were out of the parking lot not two seconds after she’d gotten on behind me. It was too early for the cops to be out, so I made it back to her apartment twelve minutes later, and three minutes after that she was on her back with my face between her thighs.

  12

  Andi

  ANDI

  My hips arched up to meet Cal’s mouth. On the way home on the bike, I had gone from wet, to soaking, to flash flood in anticipation of this moment. I’d been embarrassed for him to see just how ready I was for him, until he pulled off my panties and spread my legs wide.

  “So. Fucking. Wet,” Cal murmured as his tongue dipped into my waiting pussy. “You’re so wet for me, Andi. Do you know how hot that is?”

  I writhed and tried not to scream. He’d already taken me three times in the last twelve hours, and I still couldn’t get enough of him. My body craved Cal Greenlee like he was oxygen. As I moaned and strained toward him, he tasted me, licking and lapping at my juices. Cal was attuned to every movement and change in my body.

  I felt my nub grow hard under his touch, and tried not to beg, knowing it was useless. Cal already seemed to know my body better than I knew it myself. He knew exactly how close I was. He’d let me come when he wanted me to, and not a moment sooner.

  Cal spread my legs wider, rearing back for a moment to admire me. “God, your pussy is so gorgeous. I could do this all day long.” He moved an arm toward me, and inserted a finger into my sopping entrance.

  I drew in a sharp breath. “I want you…” I breathed.

  “You want me to what?” he urged, and took a lap of me with his tongue.

  “I want… to taste you,” I whimpered. “I want you in my mouth.”

  He groaned. “You’ll get your wish, if that’s what you want. But first things first, Doll.” He inserted a second finger, pushing inside me and beginning to caress my inner wall. His fingers stopped at one spot, and began to press and prod gently.

  “Oh!” I gasped. A pressure began to build in me, almost overwhelming. I’d never felt anything like it before.

  A low chuckled rumbled deep in his throat. “Bingo.”

  I felt my channel begin to clench around his fingers, and I closed my eyes, imagining that it was his beautiful, thick cock inside me. I wanted to taste him first, though. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop myself from making him come in my mouth, I wanted it so badly.

  Cal’s lips suckled at my clit and pressed the spot inside me a little harder. “Oh, my God! Cal!” I cried out. My hands clutched at the sheets. I was completely in his control, my body entirely his now. He swirled his tongue around me one final time, then slid it rigid against my slit, and my body jerked and convulsed as I called his name and an earthquake shook me from inside to out.

  His licking and sucking slowed as I rode his tongue and waited to stop shaking. Then he was leaning over me, kissing me deeply, making my taste myself on his tongue. “Do you see how fucking delicious you are?” he whispered against my mouth. “I can’t get enough of you, Andi. It’s never enough.”

  I was trembling and unsteady as I returned his kiss, but I wanted more. I wanted his taste.

  Locking my eyes on his, I rose to a sitting position and reached down to capture his thick cock with my hand. I took my time with it, marveling at the size, the heat of it. My mouth watered as I leaned down and ran my tongue along the hot, pulsing shaft, tasting the velvety skin. A deep, low growl rumbled from Cal’s chest, and his hips jerked toward my mouth, though I could tell he was holding back from the urge to thrust himself down my throat.

  My tongue ran over the thick head, licking the salty precum that beaded on it. Cal hissed. “Fuck. Yes, Andi. Suck me.” I slid the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking at it and reveling in the taste of his skin. “Holy shit, that feels good,” he groaned. I pulled back and then forward, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I worshipped and sucked, wanting to taste him, feel him, as he lost control and exploded in my mouth. I moaned at the thought, the vibrations of my voice teasing him.

  “Oh, Jesus,” he grunted, then pulled me off him before I knew what was happening. “You’re killing me, Andi. God damn, it took every ounce of strength I had to stop you.”

  “Why did you stop me?” I whined. “I want you… like that.” I blushed. “I want to make you come with my mouth.”
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  “Well, then,” he said. His eyes were dark with lust. “That guarantees another next time, doesn’t it?”

  Before I could reply, he lifted me on top of him so I was straddling him as he knelt. “I need to be inside you, Andi,” he muttered. “I need to be deep inside that hot little pussy of yours.” The head of his cock moved against my swollen slit, teasing me. I closed my eyes and angled my hips toward him, sliding his slickened head and waited for him to enter me.

  “Shit,” he rasped, suddenly, pulling out. “I almost forgot the condom.”

  “No,” I panted. “I’m on the pill. Please. I want you like this. Bare.”

  “You sure, Andi? I mean, I’m clean — I’m religious about condoms — but still…”

  “Yes.” I kissed him deeply, and he groaned, his cock pulsing against my entrance. “Oh God, Cal, please. Just fuck me. Fill me up. It’s what I want.”

  His expression turned primal. “Last chance to turn back.”

  My eyes locked onto his. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Cal grabbed my hips in his large hands and lowered me onto him, entering me slowly, savoring the slow drag of our skins. “Oh, God. So… soft. Hot.”

  He thrust his huge shaft deep inside me, pulling me toward him, then pulled out and thrust again, harder and deeper. A sharp cry ripped from my throat. I was still sore from the night before, but this was so good, such agonizing pleasure, that the pain hardly mattered.

  My channel clamped around his length, my nub beginning to pulse as I arched my hips so that the top of his cock slid against it with each thrust. I was on the verge again, and seeing the wild look in Cal’s eyes only hurtled me faster toward the edge.

  “Andi, Andi,” he rasped. “You’re mine. All mine. Say it.”

  “All yours,” I panted. Oh, God. Cal…”

  “I’m gonna come,” he warned me.

  “Come inside me,” I urged him. “Fill me up.”

  Cal roared, thrust harder, and exploded inside me. I fell forward against his chest and cried out as I came with him, my core pulsing around him, accepting each hot jet of his seed. I trembled, and he held me to him, the two of us locked in an embrace as our bodies shuddered together.