RIDE (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Daphne Loveling

  Suddenly, the door flew open and a mountain of muscle flew at Wes, grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him to his feet. Grey Stone pulled back a fist and smashed it against Wes’s face. I stumbled to my feet as Grey pulled back and took aim again, connecting with Wes’s jaw with a sickening crack. Wes sank to the floor with a horrible gurgling sound coming from his throat. He weakly raised his hands as if to stop Grey from hitting him again, but Grey was on him in an instant. His face was frozen in a rictus of fury. Grabbing Wes by the collar once again and raising him up, he roared as he cocked his fist back a third time. Wes closed his eyes and screamed, bloody snot running down his lip.

  “Grey, stop!” I said, beginning to sob. “Stop, you’ll kill him!” I bent down and grabbed at his arm, struggling uselessly to subdue him. His muscle was cold, unmovable steel. Grey made a move to shake me off, but I clung harder. “Please, Grey!” I cried. “Don’t!”

  Eventually my plea seemed to sink in, and with a grunt of fury, Grey shook Wes’s prone body one more time by the collar and threw him to the floor. Grey stood gazing at his bloodied face with a look of loathing. When he turned to me, unseeing, there was a dark, barely-contained rage in his eyes that frightened me. I resisted the urge to flinch. “Please,” I whispered again. “Please stop now.”

  “What did he do to you?” Grey demanded, his voice as cold as ice.

  “Nothing!” I insisted. “Not yet. He was going to…” my voice broke. “But he didn’t do anything. I’m okay.”

  Wes turned back to the cowering figure on the floor. “You almost died today,” he hissed. He leaned down toward Wes, who began to weep and shied away from the figure who towered over him. “You are done with women,” Grey seethed, pointing a hard finger at him. “Completely. You understand that? You’ve just taken a permanent fucking vow of chastity.”

  Wes’s eyes widened, and he nodded, his sobs growing louder.

  Grey stood up, a profound look of disgust on his face. Wordlessly, he reached out and pulled me to him. I collapsed into his arms and realized I was shaking. Silently, he led me out of the office, Grey closing the door behind us with a final slam. We stopped in the hallway, and he reached up and began to stroke my hair. I forced myself to concentrate on breathing deeply and tried to compose myself. I inhaled, then exhaled, and his warmth and the clean, leathery scent of him began to calm me.

  When I had stopped shaking, Grey pulled away and looked down at me. His eyes were still dark and angry, but there was something else there. Something I could tell was just for me. “Come on,” he murmured gently. “We’re leaving.” He took my hand in his large, callused one, and led me down the hall. When we got out to the bar, he glanced at Andi, who was staring at us wide-eyed. “Your boss might need some medical attention,” Grey grunted at her. Andi simply nodded and gave me a small wave as he led me out the door.

  Out in the parking lot, he walked me to his motorcycle. “You okay to ride?” he asked. I nodded. Straddling the bike, he reached for the helmet hanging from the handlebar and handed it to me. “You know how to put this on?” he asked.

  “I think so,” I answered. I pulled the helmet over my head, and began to fumble with the straps. Grey gently pushed my hands away and snapped them together himself, adjusting them until they fit snugly under my chin. I looked at the bike seat, realizing that my skirt was so short that getting on it would be a challenge. Blushing, I yanked it down as much as I could and lifted up one leg, straddling the seat quickly.

  I wrapped my arms around Grey’s waist, closing my eyes for a moment as I breathed in the comforting scent of his leather cut. He started the engine, and I felt the rumble of it vibrate between my legs as he kicked the bike out of neutral and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn’t know where we were going, and I didn’t feel like asking. For just a little while, I only wanted to be there, with him, flying through the cool summer night.

  14

  Grey

  It was the closest I had ever come to killing a man with my bare hands.

  If Seton’s voice begging me to stop hadn’t cut through the fog of rage that had surrounded me as I beat that little bag of shit senseless, I don’t think I would have emerged from it. The sound of her terrified scream, the image of him on top of her were burned so clearly into my brain I didn’t think I would ever forget them. I tried to suppress the rage that was still boiling in me, just under the surface, and throttled up, feeling the cool wind rush past my face. Behind me, Seton’s grip tightened around my waist as she snuggled up closer against me.

  Suddenly my mind flashed to what would have happened if I hadn’t decided to go to the bar to see her. When I got to the Cactus, Seton’s car was in the lot, so I knew she was working, but when I walked in she wasn’t behind the bar. The other bartender, a tall girl with short blond hair and a good ass, told me she was in the back on break and motioned me through. I was standing in the hallway, figuring maybe she was in the ladies room, when I heard a thud and a muffled scream. When I slammed open the door and saw Seton on the floor with that fucking pig on top of her, I swear to God I would have shot him in a heartbeat if I’d had my piece on me, and I’d be on my way to a jail cell right now instead of taking Seton back with me to my house.

  The thought of what he would have done to her if I hadn’t been there made my blood run cold in my veins. Something rushed through me, a wave of fierce protectiveness, that I didn’t remember ever feeling before for any living thing, except maybe when I was a kid and my mom was in the later stages of the cancer, the chemo ravaging her body until she looked like she weighed no more than a baby bird.

  I flashed back to Seton’s wide eyes looking up at me as she tried to fight off Wes, the look of desperation and hope as she recognized me, and suddenly it was Seton at nine years old, her unseeing eyes meeting mine as she sobbed for her father.

  I wanted more than anything to be the one who made sure no one ever hurt her again.

  We arrived on the other side of town, where my neighborhood was. I turned off the highway onto the side street that led toward my place. I had originally gone to the bar to talk to Seton about Cal, to tell her that he’d gone on a run for us, and that everything had gone just fine. But that would have to wait. Right now, all I wanted to do was get her alone, away from everything except just the two of us.

  I pulled up the driveway and cut the engine. Seton scrambled off the bike and I waited as she undid the strap on the helmet, pulled it off and handed it to me. I stood and took her hand as I had at the bar, guiding her up the walk to the front door. We hadn’t spoken a word since we’d left the bar.

  Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and motioned for her to walk through. I barely managed to get the door shut again before I turned her to face me. Reaching down, I cupped her ass and lifted her up until she was straddling me. Her short black skirt had ridden up a little, and the thin fabric of her panties was positioned just achingly right on my throbbing cock.

  She gasped, and angled her hips against me so that she was pressing against my hardness. I buried my face in her hair as it cascaded down over my face. “Seton,” I groaned, unable to say anything else.

  “Grey,” she whispered in response, and then her mouth found mine.

  I carried her to the bedroom like that, as we continued to devour one another with our mouths. As I walked, she whimpered and thrust her hips against my growing erection, and it was all I could do to not just throw her on the bed and take her right then. But I had other plans.

  I lay her down, positioning myself on top of her, and brought my mouth down on hers again in a long, bruising kiss. Her tongue found mine eagerly, and I slowly began to tease her by brushing the straining bulge in my jeans as lightly as I could over the fabric of her panties. Seton whimpered and arched her hips at the contact. I pulled away from kissing her and she opened her eyes to look up at me. They were dark and wide with desire, like two emeralds. Her lips parted, swollen already from my assault on them, and she as we stared wordlessly at one another s
he pulled her lower lip between her teeth in a gesture that made me so crazy I almost forgot my self-promise to slow down.

  I reached down to her panties and skimmed a finger over her crotch as lightly as I could. I watched with a surge of desire as her back arched in response. “You’re soaked,” I breathed. “You’re fucking wet as hell for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “For you.”

  “Only for me,” I demanded.

  “Yes,” she repeated. “Only for you.”

  I couldn’t hold back any more. I had to have her. I knelt on the floor by the bed and pulled her shirt up over her head, throwing it on the floor, then reached back behind her and unhooked her little lace bra. A groan of desire escaped me as her luscious tits tumbled free. I pulled her toward me, and fisted my hand in her hair. Her head rolled back as I took first one pert nipple into my mouth, then the other, sucking and teasing them to hardness as she gasped and cried out in pleasure. All I could think about was making her come, so I lay her back and pushed her up further on the bed.

  I grabbed the waistband of her soaking panties and pulled them off of her. Then I was between her legs, listening to her as I licked and teased, sucking her clit into my mouth, laving her as her whimpers turned to gasps, and her gasps turned into soft, desperate cries. Her breath began to come faster and faster, her hips thrusting up to meet my mouth, and then she was coming, calling my name over and over as she bucked against my tongue. I continued to lick and lap at her juices as she shuddered, drawing out every wave of her orgasm until her sensitive nub couldn’t take any more. I slowed, then stopped, kneeling to move back over her, and kissed her long and deep. I knew she could taste herself on me, and it drove me fucking crazy.

  When I pulled away to look at her, her eyes were half open, lids heavy with desire. Her lips were puffy and soft from my mouth, and she bit the bottom one again, then gave me a seductive half smile.

  “Your turn,” she said breathily. She reached down and pulled at the top button of my jeans, undoing it. Silently, I knelt on the bed and she sat up, not breaking my gaze as she undid the rest of the buttons and pushed down impatiently on the waistband. I stood up and let them fall to the ground. She slid forward and before I could believe my fucking luck, she was taking my pulsing cock in her hand, caressing it lightly as I stifled a moan and closed my eyes.

  “You’re so big,” she marveled. “Greyson…”

  I opened my eyes to look at her. My cock was directly in front of her mouth and she was looking up at me, the need showing in her stare. I could have come just from looking at her in front of me like that, her soft lips so tantalizingly close to my cock I could almost feel them. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth and licked softly at the head. I threw back my head and groaned. Her face flushed with pleasure and she whispered, her lips touching the sensitive skin of my tip: “I’ve wanted to do this so much. I’ve… I’ve touched myself thinking about it.”

  “Fuck, Seton…” I groaned, my voice thick with need.

  “I want you, Greyson,” she whispered. Her mouth opened, and she slowly wrapped her lips around my cock. It was the best fucking thing I had ever felt in my life. The inside of her mouth was like velvet. She kept looking up at me, not break eye contact as she started to slowly bob her head on my shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and I closed my eyes and prayed to whoever was listening that I wouldn’t come in her mouth right that second.

  My hands moved downwards, tangling in her hair as she sucked me further into her mouth, taking me deeper each time. Her soft moans vibrated against my skin, making me shudder. I felt like I could burst at any moment, and I had to will myself not to lose control before I was ready. “I’m so fucking close, Seton,” I growled, barely able to choke out the words in my need. “God, I love fucking your sweet mouth. It’s so warm and wet. Feel what you do to me, Seton. Feel how big I am.”

  She whimpered around me in response, and began to bob faster. It was almost more than I could take, and suddenly I gasped and pulled out before it was too late. A whine of frustration escaped her and I chuckled. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I muttered.

  I pushed her back on the bed knelt between her legs, positioning myself. I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her. I reached for my jeans to grab a condom, but she stopped me. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Please. I want to feel you. All of you.”

  Fuck if I didn’t almost lose it right then and there. “Seton…” I groaned in protest.

  “I trust you. I’m clean,” she said without reservation. “If you tell me you are, too, I’ll believe you.”

  I hadn’t exactly led the life of a choir boy, but one thing I was fucking careful about was safe sex. I didn’t need any little Greysons running around, and I sure as hell didn’t need some club whore to give me a disease. I knew I was clean, but I still hesitated. “Seton, I’m clean, but…”

  “Then fuck me, Greyson.” Her voice was almost a command, and it fucking ended me. She blushed furiously, but then lifted her head and looked me in the eye. “I want to feel you… I need you to fill me up with your come.”

  I had never heard anything hotter in my life.

  I drew her toward me and knelt on the edge of the bed. Almost shaking with need, I took myself in my hand and slid the hot head of my cock against her slick wet center. “Yes!” she cried out softly. “Oh, God, Greyson…”

  It was all the encouragement I needed. With the slightest movement of my hips I could manage, I pressed into her just a little bit, stopping as a wave of pleasure washed over me from the sensation of being inside her heat and warmth. I held my breath as I pulled out slightly and then thrust in again, just a little further. Seton rocked her hips toward me, encouraging me, begging me with her eyes to go deeper. I thrust again, and then again, and then I was all the way inside her, and her pussy was gripping my cock so tight I knew it wouldn’t be long. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her, as slowly as I could, but soon I couldn’t hold back and I sped up, thrusting harder and deeper as I started to climb higher. Seton closed her eyes and moaned, spreading her legs wider to try to get me as deep as possible. Her breathing sped up and I could tell from the flush in her cheeks and the way she was tensing that she was as close as I was.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to see you come for me.” I reached down with a thumb and lightly caressed her swollen nub, and she cried out and shuddered into a long, racking orgasm, her pussy pulsing around me, gripping me. I thrust once more, twice, and then I exploded, unleashing all my cum inside her in torrents as she called my name. The force of it was so strong that it felt like every cell in my body had exploded.

  When I finally managed to slow my breathing and look at her, Seton had opened her eyes and was staring up at me. A playful smile flitted across her lips.

  “What?” I managed to ask, cocking my head.

  “I needed that,” she grinned.

  15

  Seton

  After Grey made me come for the second time, we lay sprawled across the bed, catching our breath. Grey eventually opened his eyes and caught me looking at him. A single brow went up quizzically.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I needed that,” I grinned at him. He laughed and drew me to him, kissing the top of my head.

  “Me, too,” he whispered against my hair. He reached over and pulled a blanket over us, and we fell asleep like that, my head lying on his chest, his strong arms around me.

  When I finally woke up, it was early morning. The sun was just starting to cast shadows in the room with its soft light. Yawning, I raised my head and looked around me. I realized that in the strange and emotional state of the night before, I had barely noticed my surroundings when we had arrived at Greyson’s house. Now, as I scanned the room, I was very aware that I was in his bedroom, his personal space. It was sparse, yet surprisingly appealing, with just the bed, a night table and lamp, a long, low dresser, and an armchair by the window. The room was done in a tasteful array of li
ght grays and dark browns. Slung over the armchair was his cut, and our clothes littered the wood floor around the bed. I thought of the night before and felt my face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and lust.

  “What do you think?” Grey asked beside me. I turned to see him staring at me, his hands clasped behind his head.

  “Nice,” I murmured, nodding my head appreciatively. “Not exactly the seduction bachelor pad I would have expected.”

  “I don’t bring women here,” he murmured flatly.

  “You brought me here.”

  Grey didn’t respond. I ducked my head back down to his chest, and he put an arm around me. His chin rested against the top of my head. I closed my eyes, and the rhythm of his breathing lulled into a doze. When I woke up a few minutes later, I looked up to see if he was asleep, only to find him looking at me with a lopsided grin.

  “What?” I demanded.

  “You were snoring,” he smirked.

  “I was not!” I protested. “I don’t snore!”

  He laughed and kissed me on the forehead. “Don’t worry, babe. It was cute. You sounded like a puppy.”

  I snorted. “That’s not exactly the sexy look I’m going for.”

  “A puppy with a nice rack?” he offered.

  I slapped him on the arm. “That’s sick.”

  “You do have a damn nice rack, though,” he said, reaching down to cup my breast.

  “Charmer,” I say sarcastically.

  “Damn straight,” he murmured, his lips lowering to my nipple. “I’m a regular goddamn Casanova.”