STONE KINGS MOTORCYCLE CLUB: The Complete Collection

by Daphne Loveling

  Aly and I had to rebuild our relationship as sisters from the ground up. I didn’t tell her much about why I’d left home in the first place, and thankfully, she didn’t ask. I wasn’t sure how much she suspected, but I wasn’t about to put the additional burden on her of having to know what her father had done to me, on top of everything else she’d had to live through. She moved back to Denver with my mom after everything was all over, and eventually started high school there. I try to see them at least a couple times a month when I’m up in the city for gigs.

  The scariest part of the aftermath wasn’t trying to figure out what to tell my mom and sister about that horrible night. It wasn’t admitting to Cal that I was in love with him. It wasn’t even the daunting prospect of going back to my normal life like I hadn’t killed a man in cold blood.

  It was realizing that we had to tell Seton about Cal and me.

  We talked about whether the two of us should go to her together, or whether it would be easier for her if one or the other of us talked to her alone. In the end, I decided I needed to be the one to do it. Because ultimately, it was our friendship that was on the line. I needed to let her say whatever she needed to say to me, however harsh or angry it was. And I knew that I would deserve it all. I wouldn’t argue with her. I would just tell her the truth, and hope for the best.

  We met at one of our old hangouts, a dive bar called, appropriately, the Hole in the Wall. I got there early and ordered a margarita right away to calm my nerves. I told myself that there was a very real possibility that I was about to lose my very best friend in the world. And I would have to live with it if I did. When Seton got there, I stood up and gave her a hug, wondering if it would be the last time.

  We sat down and she ordered an iced tea, which earned her a strange look from the angry-looking guy who took our order.

  “I guess pregnancy isn’t a good enough reason not to drink here,” she joked.

  “He’s just pissed because iced tea is cheap,” I remarked. “He’s thinking about his tip.”

  “Well, if it’s the tip he’s worried about, maybe he should try not scowling at his customers.” She rolled her eyes.

  Once Seton’s iced tea arrived, the two of us lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Eventually, I realized there was no way to go but forward.

  “See, do you remember during your baby shower, how I told you I had something to talk to you about, but that I didn’t want to do it right then?”

  She smirked and crossed her arms. “Did you think I’d forget that? You promised you’d tell me. I wasn’t about to let you get away with weaseling out of it.”

  “Yeah. I figured.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “Well, there are actually two things, and I don’t know which one to start with.”

  “Start with the one that’s harder,” she suggested, ever the practical one. “Then you’ll be done with it first.”

  My eyes met hers. It was now or never.

  “Okay. Here goes.”

  So I did. I told her about how something had happened that I’d never seen coming, and how even though I knew it was the best thing that had ever happened to me, I was afraid of losing my best friend in the process. I told her I’d been keeping secrets from her, because I was trying to run away from my past and thought that not talking about it was the best way to do that. I told her that Cal had happened to be around at one of my most vulnerable moments, and that he stepped up to the plate and showed me he was there for me no matter what.

  I told her I’d fallen head over heels in love with her brother. And that he felt the same way about me.

  In the end, Seton surprised me. When I told her that if she hated me for what I’d done I’d understand, she actually started laughing.

  “Are you kidding me?” she cried. “This is great!”

  “What?” My eyes widened in confusion.

  “Andi,” she shook her head in disbelief. “How could you think I wouldn’t be happy about this? My best friend and my brother? How perfect is that?”

  “Wait,” I interrupted. “Why wouldn’t you think this is terrible? I mean, why aren’t you saying — I dunno — like, ‘Andi, he’s a slut, he’s not the type to commit,’ or ‘How dare you sleep with my brother behind my back’? Something like that?”

  See laughed even harder. “Why are you trying to talk me into being mad about this?”

  Well, why aren’t you mad?” I argued, feeling slightly insane.

  Seton grabbed a napkin on the table and dabbed at her eyes. “Andi, honestly? I always kind of hoped against hope that the two of you would get together.” I gaped at her. “It’s true! You always just kind of had this spark between you. And for years, I’d notice him looking at you with this strange expression he never had around any other girl. I think you’re the only one who could pin him down and make him get his act together.”

  I was staring at her in amazement. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, of course I am!” she nodded emphatically. “I think you two are good for each other. You’ll kick his ass when necessary. And Cal, despite what he seems like on the outside, is actually a really kind, caring guy. He just needs someone to live up to. Someone that will make him want to be the best possible version of himself.” Her eyes shone. “I think you’re that person.”

  “Holy hell,” I murmured. “This is completely not how I expected this to go.”

  “Plus,” she enthused, “how awesome will it be that you’ll practically be my sister-in-law! Not to make this all about me, of course. And you can even be little Wyatt and Kendall’s godparents!”

  “Whoa, whoa,” I said, putting up my hands. “Slow down, See. You’re freaking me out a little.”

  She grinned at me. “You’ll come around to that. I was gonna ask you to be their godmother anyway. You just need some time to think about it. ”

  I could barely focus on what Seton was saying as she continued to talk. In a daze, it occurred to me that suddenly, after years of having almost no one but myself to rely on, I actually had a family. My mom and my sister on one side, and now Cal. And by extension, Seton and Grey, and soon, their kids. It was something that I had never even considered, in all my worrying about how See would take the news. It felt weird.

  But also kind of good.

  Seton asked me what my second secret was, but I begged, off, saying I’d tell her another day. Today, I wanted to be happy, and optimistic about the future. Sharing the ugly story of my past could wait.

  Eventually, we asked for the bill and stood up to leave. Seton was tired and wanted to go home and rest, and I wanted to get back to Cal and tell him how our conversation had gone. She hugged me tight as we said our goodbyes, and told me with a wink to say hello to her brother. I laughed and said I would.

  That night, Cal and I sat on my tiny couch in my tiny apartment, with his arms wrapped around me and my legs straddling his.

  “So, we’re good, then,” he murmured against my neck. “She’s not mad.”

  “Far from it.” I stifled a moan as his mouth traveled lower, softly teasing my nipple through my shirt. “She got really excited and said we were gonna be the twins’ godparents.”

  He chuckled. “She never would have asked me to be the godfather unless I was with you. She must trust you to compensate for my complete ignorance and irresponsibility where kids are concerned.”

  “Well, I think she overestimates my abilities,” I replied. “Except for Aly when she was little, I’ve really never been around children much. I never even babysat growing up.”

  “I bet you’ll be a natural,” he said softly.

  “You think?”

  “I know. There’s just something about you. You’re gonna be a great godmother. And someday, a great mom.” Cal’s hands drifted to my ass as he pulled me to him. The hardness of his erection pressed deliciously between my legs. His voice turned husky. “One of these days, I’m gonna put a baby in you, Andi. I can’t fuckin’ wait.”

  A little shiver ran through me at
his words. I’d never really thought about whether I’d want to have kids someday, but as soon as Cal had said it, I knew it would happen. I knew I wanted Cal’s babies. And the idea of him filling me with his seed, swelling me with his child, drove me wild. I knew it was too soon, way too soon to be thinking of things like that — and besides, I was still on the pill. But as I rocked my soaking core against the hard steel of his cock, suddenly I needed, needed to feel him empty himself deep inside me.

  “Cal,” I gasped. “Oh, God, I need you to fuck me now.”

  Then I was off the couch, and he was carrying me to the bed, my soaking core still pressed against him as he held me against him. Our clothes were off in an instant, and he was on top of me, burying his face between my thighs before I even knew what was happening.

  A loud, desperate moan ripped from my throat. “Oh, God. Cal. I need you. Want… Want to taste you.”

  He gripped my hips and flipped me, moving me on top of his body. He moved my head toward his pulsing cock, straddling his head with my legs. He found my slickening clit again, and I groaned and ran my tongue deliriously along his hot flesh. His growl vibrated between my legs as I took him in my mouth, sliding my fingers around the base. It was the most exquisite torture as his tongue laid assault to my quivering pussy, and I took him into my mouth and began to worship the huge, hard heat of him.

  It was impossible to hold myself back. Cal gripped my hips, suckling and swirling, as I swallowed his cock, and before I could realize what was happening my orgasm ripped violently through me. I cried out, the sound muted by his thick flesh in my mouth. But he wasn’t through with me. Holding me more tightly, his tongue forced another climax from me, then another, until I was trembling and helpless, my lips still engulfing his pulsing shaft.

  He pulled me off of him, forced me onto the bed, and spread my legs wide, settling between them. His face was a mask of pure lust as he slid the head of his cock between my puffy folds. “This is what I want,” he growled. “This is what I need. You’re mine, Andi.” It was primal, raw. He meant it literally. “You’re mine, forever. Say it.”

  “I’m yours,” I panted. “Oh, God, Cal. I’m all yours.”

  His thick head pushed inside me, and Cal wasted no time. His fingers digging into my thighs, he pushed my legs back and impaled me until he was inside up to the hilt. He pulled out, and with a deep grunt he slammed into me again, sheathing himself inside me. I arched toward him, begging him silently for more. He thrust again, harder, and harder, and. Amazingly, I felt myself on the verge of coming again, and he knew it, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly so the top of his shaft would slide against my sensitive lips as he drove into me. It was all I needed; I came once more, bucking helplessly as he fell over onto me, holding me tight as he continued to crash harder and harder against me. “You’re mine,” he whispered one more time, and then roared his release as the first jet of heat erupted inside me. I felt my channel milk him as he jetted again and again, claiming me. Showing me I was his. All his.

  Later, as the sun dipped under the horizon and the room began growing dark, I lay in his arms, too lazy to think about moving. “It’s funny,” I yawned. “This is the first time you’re staying over not to protect me.”

  “I’ll always be protecting you, Andi,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. “It’s my job.”

  I smiled to myself. Before all this had happened, if any guy had tried to say that to me, I would have laughed in his face. I’d practically made a religion out of not depending on anyone, least of all a man. But Cal had earned the right to say it.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t think I could take care of myself, I knew. Cal had taught me that he could know everything there was to know about me, even the things I was most afraid of him knowing, and still think of me as strong, and beautiful, and lovable. I didn’t have to pretend to be anything around him that I wasn’t. Far from feeling weak for letting him inside my heart, Cal’s love made me feel stronger. He made me a better person. And I was pretty sure he felt the same about me.

  “So, Romeo,” I said, my tone flirtatious. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

  A laugh rumbled up from deep in his throat. “You mean other than more of this?” He shifted his weight and grabbed me by the hips, moving me until I was on top of him. He was already hardening underneath me. “I think our schedule’s full, Doll.”

  As I lowered myself onto him and heard his groan of satisfaction, I realized how happy I was to just be. And that for the first time in my memory, I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted out of life other than what I had right there, in front of me.

  After all these years, finally, I was home.

  THE END

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  BONUS EPILOGUE

  CAL

  “Babe!” I called down the stairs. “Which room do you want to be the music room, again?”

  Andi’s voice came drifting up toward me. “The green room, end of the hall!”

  I hauled the instrument cases I was carrying down the hallway and through the doorway of the room she’d claimed as her studio space and set them down as gently as I could in a corner. I came back downstairs to find Andi lugging a large, heavy-looking box in the front door.

  “Whoa, I’m impressed,” I whistled. “That looks pretty damn heavy.”

  “I may be small, but I’m wiry,” she retorted, flashing me a smile.

  “No doubt,” I agreed. I watched her retreat into the kitchen, taking a moment to admire her fine, tight little ass.

  “I know you’re staring at my butt,” she called to me.

  I chuckled. “There’s not a court in the land that would convict me,” I called back. Then I headed back outside to the moving van to grab some more boxes of stuff.

  Andi and I were moving into an old farmhouse we’d just purchased on a couple-acre lot just a few miles outside of Lupine, north of town. We’d chosen the location in part because it was just a little shorter to Denver, which would shorten Andi’s commute when she went up there for gigs or to visit her mom and sister. A farmhouse was the last thing I would ever have imagined Andi wanting to move into, but she absolutely fell in love with this place when we first saw it and insisted it was the perfect place for us. “It’s the exact opposite of the house I grew up in,” she said. “Old, cozy, simple and rustic. No McMansions for me. I just want a place that feels like a home.”

  And when the love of your life tells you what she wants, you’d move heaven and earth to give it for her.

  Luckily, giving Andi this house hadn’t required more than telling the real estate agent to make an offer for us, and wait six weeks to sign the final papers.

  The house wasn’t huge, but it did have the advantage of having five bedrooms upstairs and a floor plan downstairs that was just begging for me to knock down some walls and turn it into a big, open space. Not to mention a couple outbuildings that would be good for me to set up a shop to work on our vehicles and maybe even start building some furniture for the house.

  Rather than wait to move in until after the work was done, Andi was dying to start our life in the new house. “We’ll do the renovations together,” she told me. “I love the idea of living like we’re camping for a while. Then when it’s all finished, we’ll appreciate it even more.”

  Even with the crazy number of bedrooms we had, I knew they wouldn’t be empty for long. Andi was claiming one for her music room, and we’d take the largest one for our master bedroom. For now, the other three would be for guests. And eventually, kids.

  We were holding off on having kids of our own for a little while, but I knew the time would come, and probably pretty soon. In the meantime, we were setting up one of the extra bedrooms for Grey and Seton’s twins, our godchildren. Even though Andi had worried that she wouldn’t be great as a godmother, as soon as Wyatt and Kendall were born they fell in love with their Auntie Andi. And who could blame them? Every time I saw Andi holding them, or playing with them, I
could glimpse just a hint of longing in her eyes. And to be honest, I couldn’t wait for her to one day look up at me and ask me if we could start a family of our own.

  I knew it would be at least a little while, though. Andi’s band was exploding in popularity, and they were in negotiations for a recording contract with a couple of different studios. The Nopes even had some interest from a studio out in California, Andi was committed to staying based out of Denver. To be close to her mom and sister, but also to keep close to the life we were building together here.

  That night, when we finally got all our stuff into the house and had returned the moving van, Andi and I were sitting out on the front porch watching the sunset, on a sort of loveseat thing she’d fallen in love with and insisted on buying.

  “See, this, right here is why we had to have this house!” Andi enthused. “I’ve always wanted a porch. I love the idea of sitting out here every night with you, watching the sun go down.”

  “I love the idea of fucking you on this porch as the sun goes down,” I growled, pulling her onto my lap.

  “Seriously, Cal? I’m a gross, sweaty mess,” she protested, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

  “You’re gonna end up that way anyway, when I’m done with you,” I said against her ear. “This way you only have to shower once.”

  Before she could answer, I reached down and dipped a finger inside the waistband of her shorts, chuckling in satisfaction as I found her wet and ready for me. “See?” I said. “Your body agrees with me.”

  “No fair,” she said huskily as she arched to meet my touch. “You and my body are ganging up on me.”

  In the end, Andi’s body and I won, and soon I had slipped her shorts off and pushed myself inside her to break in Andi’s new love seat. She rocked against me as I whispered her name, the two of us climbing higher and higher until she bucked against me and I let loose and came inside her, the sounds of the night around us.