CRASH (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance)

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

  Thank You For Reading Crash!

  I hope you LOVED the story of Levi and Cherish. This story grew very close to my heart, and they are two of my very favorite characters!

  ABOUT THE STONE KINGS SERIES:

  Book Three of the Stone Kings MC series is called RIDE.

  It’s about Trig, the VP of the Stone Kings.

  RIDE will be released on September 19, 2016.

  Turn the page to get a sneak preview of

  Chapters 1 and 2 of RIDE!

  RIDE

  A STONE KINGS MC ROMANCE

  By Daphne Loveling

  Chapter 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. Cheryl/Sherry’s eyes grew wide with lust as she watched the two of us. Not one to be outdone, she bent over me and hung her tits in my face. I grabbed one breast in my mouth and sucked its nipple to hardness. “Oh, yeah, just like that, baby,” she crooned. She reached down to her wet slit and began to pleasure herself, then immediately began shrieking and moaning again. I resisted the urge to tell her to shut the fuck up.

  Candy/Bambi was a fuckin’ Olympic champion at giving head, I had to admit as I watched her go down on me. If it had just been the two of us, I might have just let her keep going until I creamed in that luscious, pouty mouth of hers. But I’m a generous guy, and there’s enough of me to go around. Never let it be said that I let a lady go home disappointed. So I pulled Candy/Bambi off my cock and got her on her knees. Cheryl/Sherry gave me a wicked little grin as she watched, then knelt in front of her sister and began to kiss and lick her breasts. My cock jumped at the gorgeous sight of one hot slutty chick getting another one off. “That is fucking hot as balls,” I growled. I grabbed the condom off the night table and ripped open the foil wrapper, then moved behind Candi/Bambi, shoving my sheathed cock inside her warm, wet slit right up to the hilt. She cried out and thrust her hips backward to meet me, and I pulled back and slammed into her again, feeling my balls start to tighten already.

  We were making a whole lotta noise right now, but I didn’t give a shit. The owner of the motel was in debt to our MC for some past protection we’d given him, so I knew I had nothing to worry about. Besides, just about the only people renting rooms in this place were doing it by the hour, same as me.

  Which is why the sudden pounding at the door came as a complete surprise.

  “Goddamnit,” I growled. Raising my voice, I called out: “Go the fuck away!”

  “SHARON!” came a male voice from the other side. “SHARON! I know you’re in there!”

  “Shit!” gasped Cheryl/Sherry. Her eyes were frantic. “It’s Bill!”

  “Who the fuck’s Bill?” I grunted.

  “My husband!” she whispered.

  The pounding resumed. “SHARON! Open this door or I’m going to kick it down!”

  Candy/Bambi rolled her eyes. “There’s no way he’s kicking that door down. He’s too much of a pussy.”

  A hand on the other side jiggled the knob. It turned.

  Apparently, no one had thought to lock the damn door.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, and pushed the women off me. Shit was about to get messy.

  In the open doorway stood a wild-eyed, skinny guy with a scruff of a beard. Both of the women screamed and instinctively tried to cover themselves with their arms. A low, agonized moan escaped the man as he took in the scene of his wife fucking some other dude. It wouldn’t have been anything I hadn’t been through before. Except for one thing.

  In his left hand was a Glock 19.

  “Jesus, Billy!” Cheryl/Sherry/Sharon cried out when she saw the gun. “What are you doing with that thing? This is not what it seems, baby! Just calm down, okay?”

  “Not what it seems?!” he yelled. His eyes grew wilder as his shock slowly turned to rage. “What the fuck does that mean? What the fuck else could this be, Sharon? A goddamn scrapbooking party?”

  He raised the gun and pointed it in our general direction in a menacing gesture, but old Billy looked a little uncertain as to exactly what to do with it. Maybe he had never fired a gun before, I thought. He didn’t really look like the type to own a Glock.

  The other woman had started to cry hysterically. I had to try to de-escalate this before things got out of hand. “Look, man, I’m sorry,” I said, holding my hands up slightly in what I hoped was a gesture of apology. “I didn’t know anything about this. If this is your wife, I didn’t have any idea she was married. All I know is she and her sister and I were just having a good time. Nothing serious. This was clearly all a mistake.”

  “Her sister?!” Bill yelled in surprise. “That ain’t her sister!”

  Well, shit.

  “Okay, okay. Not her sister,” I nodded. I took one side step toward the chair where my jeans were hanging… with my own gun in the back pocket. “Look, if you’ll just let me get some pants on here, let’s calm down and discuss this man to man.”

  “NO!” he cried suddenly. “Don’t fucking move!”

  “Okay. Not moving,” I nodded, freezing in my spot. Over on the bed, Cheryl/Sherry/Sharon had started to cry as well. Candy/Bambi was clutching a pillow in front of her, in some sort of instinctive but useless attempt to protect herself. Fuck. I was gonna have to disarm this guy before he did something stupid. “Hey, Bill, look. Let’s let the women get some clothes on here, okay?” I said, nodding toward the two sobbing women on the bed.

  He looked at me uncertainly, then finally gave me a slight nod. The two girls scrambled over to the floor where their clothing lay. The guy’s eyes flickered toward them, and then back to me. “You stay right there, you hear? Don’t you fuckin’ move!’

  I nodded. “Sure, of course.” The g
un trembled a little in his hand, and he steadied it. His breath was coming in quick gasps. “So,” I continued, trying to keep my voice low and soothing. “Like I said, man, I had no idea that Sharon was married. Pretty slick of you to figure all this out. How’d you work out that she was here?”

  “Her car’s in the parking lot,” he said dully. “I been following her. I knew she was cheating on me for a while now. I just knew it!” Instead of calming down, he began to show more signs of agitation, waving the gun around wildly toward his wife.

  “That’s rough, man. But maybe shooting someone ain’t the solution, you know? I mean, why risk jail time for some bitch who cheated on you?” I took a small step closer. He didn’t seem to notice.

  “Yeah, yeah… fucking BITCH!” he yelled suddenly. The girls shrieked in fear and backed themselves against the wall.

  I took another step forward. “Look. Why don’t you put the gun down? It ain’t worth it, brother. Believe me, I’ve done time. It ain’t worth spendin’ the rest of your days on the inside for one second’s worth of revenge.”

  “Oh yeah?” he sneered. “Then what should I do? Just fuckin’ let y’all go? When you made me look like a fuckin’ pussy?”

  “I’m pretty sure you made your point, dude. You’re no pussy.” Nodding my head toward Cheryl/Sherry/Sharon, I continued. “And I’m pretty sure she’s not gonna do this again. She knows you are not a man to be fucked with. Ain’t that right, Sharon?”

  Bill took his eyes off me for a split-second to glance at his wife, and I had my opening. Barreling toward him, my shoulder connected with his chest, knocking him off balance. As he fell, he began to scream, and before my hand could make contact with the Glock to disarm him, a loud shot rang out. A feeling of sudden numbness in my left thigh was soon replaced by searing, burning pain. “Fuck,” I rasped, gritting my teeth against it. I grabbed the barrel, wrenching it out of the other man’s hand before he could shoot again.