RIDE (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) (22 page)

Who the hell was this Cal Greenlee? I wasn’t sure I could keep up with this version without getting whiplash. “Uh, wow. Thanks, Cal,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

“I mean it,” he said. “You’re a good sister, and a good person,” he said. After a moment of silence, where neither of us seemed to be able to think of anything to say, he took a deep breath and let it out. “Well, look,” he nodded, “I better get going and let you get back to work.” He stepped over to the motorcycle and swung his leg over it. “Maybe we could get together next week some time for lunch,” he offered.

I smiled. “I’d like that.” Whether the actual lunch date ever really happened or not, it was nice that he had even thought of it.

He nodded at me and gave me a two-fingered wave, then started his bike and rolled out of the parking lot. I listened to the low rumble of the Harley recede into the distance as I thought to myself that I could never have predicted that scene in a million years.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to pass at a snail’s pace. Even with Andi to keep me company, Sundays were always slow, and I was really antsy to finish my shift and start my “weekend.” We passed the time by chatting about her latest boy toy, a tattoo artist who was apparently tattooed “down there.” We had a bit of a bump during dinner, but by the time eight o’clock rolled around, there was only one couple in the bar.

It was time for my second break around 8:15, so I left the bar for the back hallway, intending to go out the back door and go sit outside on the old picnic table that was our makeshift break room. As I rounded a corner, I literally ran into Wes as he came out of his office. I startled at the unexpected contact, his arm brushing up against my breasts. I stepped back immediately. “Whoa, sorry,” I laughed.

“If you wanted to make a pass at me, you should have just asked,” Wes replied in a tone that was meant to be joking, but felt a little off.

“Ha, funny,” I replied.

“Andi got things under control out front?” Almost imperceptibly, he stepped closer to me. His face reddened, and I could hear his rapid breathing.

“Um, yeah, I was just going out back to take a break,” I said. I tried to move back to increase the distance between us, but the corridor was narrow and I couldn’t move without it being obvious that I was trying to get away from him. Nervously, I nodded toward the back door. “I could use a little air.”

“You want some company?” he asked. His lower lip glistened with saliva under the fluorescent light.

“Um, no thanks,” I said, shaking my head. In desperation, I ducked around him and moved quickly down the hall. “I’m good.”

I exited the building and quickly shut the door after me. Outside, I tried to slow my breathing and the sudden hammering of my heart. Wes had always been a little creepy, but he had never tried anything like this. Thankfully, he didn’t come outside after me. I spent my break walking around the back perimeter of the property, almost pacing, trying to talk myself down. By the time my fifteen minutes were up, I had calmed myself down to the point where I was almost questioning whether what I thought had happened had happened.

I went back into the bar, walking quickly by the office door, which was closed. A few minutes after I resumed working, Wes came out front. “Seton, clock out and go home,” he barked. “Andi, you can handle the rest of the night, can’t you?”

Andi snorted. “If I can’t handle
this
, then there’s something wrong,” she said, looking around the empty bar.

Moving quickly so as to avoid another possible hallway encounter with Wes, I went in the back and grabbed my purse. Back in the bar, I avoided Wes’s eyes and waved goodbye to Andi, who was arguing with him about discontinuing a liqueur.

Out in the parking lot, the evening light was just beginning to change as the sun began its descent downward. I breathed in deeply and then let it out again, relieved to be get some distance from the strangeness of what had just happened, and happy at the prospect of two entire days of freedom.

There, as I turned toward where my car was parked, was my third weird encounter of the day. I jumped and let out a tiny shriek of surprise.

Sitting on his motorcycle, next to my car, was the biker from two days ago.

T
his was
the last thing I should be doing. I knew it damn well. And I knew just as well that I was gonna do it anyway.

Ever since that girl sped out of the club’s parking lot a couple of days ago, I’d had a damn hard-on for her that just wouldn’t seem to go away. Jesus, I’d been jacking off multiple times a day just to try to keep my mind off of her. I hardly ever jacked off. I didn’t have to. It wasn’t like I was hard up for women. Hell, most of the time I had my choice of pussy whenever and wherever I wanted. But I just kept picturing her eyes flashing at me as she talked, the fire in her, her perfect tight little ass…

In the past few days I had imagined taking her every way I could think of. I’d thought about yanking off her shorts and sliding my fingers between her legs to find her wetness, waiting as her breath hitched and she started to moan for me, louder and louder, writhing against my hand, begging me to take her further. I’d imagined my tongue buried between her legs, tasting her, licking and sucking at her until she screamed my name. I’d plunged my cock deep inside her as she gripped my arms desperately thrashing against me, meeting me thrust for thrust until I emptied myself deep inside her…

My cock was rock hard just thinking about it, and I was shifting uncomfortably on the seat of the bike when suddenly the door to the bar opened and there she was. She looked startled to see me, but after stopping in her tracks for a moment, she set her shoulders and walked toward me. She was wearing this little pair of black shorts that showed off her legs and a tight pink T-shirt that showed off the curve of her tits. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that I instantly wanted to wrap around my hand so I could pull her head back and crush my mouth down on hers.

I’d been sitting there beside her car for the better part of an hour, smoking and waiting for her to come out. Trying not to ask myself any questions about why the hell I was there in the first place. Now here she was, and damned if I had the first idea what I was going to say or do that wouldn’t make her run the fuck away from me.

Whatever her reaction was at seeing me there, she recovered quickly. She walked up to me and stopped about six feet away, a challenge in her eyes. She leaned against her car and faced me.

“You lost?” she asked with a smirk.

“Nope, I’m not lost.” I took a drag of my smoke. “I know exactly where I am.”

“Why’s your bike in this parking lot? This is private property,” she shot back. I realized the game she was playing then. I decided to play along.

“Your brother leave your car in another bar parking lot?”

She laughed, genuinely amused. The sound took me by surprise; it was unguarded, bubbly and unrestrained. After the tension of our first encounter, hearing her laugh like that felt strangely intimate, like I was glimpsing part of her that she didn’t give out to just anyone. It made my dick jump.

It made me want to hear it again.

“No,” she replied as her laughter faded. “I work here. See?” She pointed to the cactus logo on the T-shirt she was wearing, a gesture that just gave me an excuse to look at her fucking perfect tits. Which I did. For a while.

“Hey, caveman. I’m up here.”

I drag my eyes back up to her face. “You’re the one that just asked me to look at your breasts. I was just being agreeable,” I pointed out.

Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and then her skin began to flush pink. “I did
not
!” she protested, her voice rising slightly. Her breathing started to speed up a little. She stood there, eyes flashing in irritation. There was just something about her that made me want to rile her up some more.

A stray lock of hair had fallen into her face, and she blew it away in frustration. “So, why
are
you here, anyway? Are you just making it a special point to track me down just to irritate me?”

I chuckled. “I didn’t have to track you down. Your car is pretty noticeable.” I nodded at the dent in the side panel.

“So you’re expecting me to believe that you just happened to notice my car here and decided to stop by for a chat?”

“Maybe,” I said. “That so hard to believe?”

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Last time I saw you, you were telling me to get the hell off your property.”

I stood up and walked over to her until I was close enough to see the flush of her skin. “I wasn’t telling you to get off my property,” I said, stepping closer until I was almost pressing against her. “I was telling you you should be careful in a part of town you don’t know.”

She looked up at me, her face defiant. “Is that so?” she breathed.

“Yes. That’s so.” I affirmed. Nervously, she caught her lower lip in her teeth, and my dick surged against my zipper. I was so hard I could barely stand it. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and for a second, her eyes flickered closed. I could tell I was getting to her as much as she was getting to me. “One minute you think you’re safe, and then the next… you’re in over your head.” I leaned in close, my mouth inches from hers, and her lips parted instinctively. I chuckled, and she drew back, embarrassed. “Admit it, babe,” I said. “You’re in over your head.”

She inhaled sharply, ready to protest that I was full of shit, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth came crashing down on hers, my hand fisting in her hair as I leaned her against the car. She moaned into my mouth, her lips opening as my insistent tongue took possession of hers. Her hands went to my arms and she pulled me against her, kissing me back.

Finally kissing her, finally touching her after thinking about nothing else for days practically drove me crazy with need. Leaning against the car, I pressed my full length against her and reached down, cupping her ass with my hands. I lifted her up slightly so that she was pressed against me, her softness meeting the hardness of my need. A sharp moan of desire ripped through her at the contact and her hips thrust forward to meet me, her body taking over. Her lips broke apart from mine as she threw her head backward, gasping, “Oh…God…”

“You see what kind of danger you could get into?” I murmured against her ear, and felt her shiver in response. “You gotta be careful talking to strangers.”

“Name,” she gasped.

“What?” I groaned.

“I don’t know your name,” she said breathlessly.

“Greyson Stone,” I growled.

She pulled her head back and looked at me. Biting her lip, she cocked her head and gave me a slight, teasing smile. “There,” she panted. “Now we’re not strangers.”

I laughed, and our mouths found each other again in a rough, desperate kiss. I slid one of my hands up to the small of her back, holding her hard against me. She lifted her arms to my neck and pulled my mouth toward her, and I felt her breasts rising and falling as her breath came in a heavy, rapid rhythm. I thought about pulling her onto the hood of the car and just taking her right there, but for some reason I wanted to take my time with this one. So instead, I slid my other hand in between us and flicked open the button on her shorts.

Slowly, slowly, I unzipped them, then slid my hand further down the front, above the fabric of her panties. She gasped and started to pull back, but I held her fast. It was a supreme effort of will to go slow, but I skimmed the surface of her panties as lightly as I could as I lightened the touch of my kiss, as well, to make her come to me. After a moment, her moans turned to a whimper of frustration as she started to thrust her hips toward my hand. I chuckled and thought,
I’ve got her
.

As I continued to fondle and tease her, I found myself wondering what color her panties were.
I’ll find out
, I promised myself. For now, I continued to lightly caress her hardening nub through the fabric as I listened to her whimpers grow louder.

When I sensed her frustration begin to build to the breaking point, I slipped a finger inside to find the warm wetness of her. She gasped, and her hold on my neck tightened. She was tensed as taut as a drum, wanting release so badly, but I could feel from the rigidness of her body that she was trying to keep her last shreds of composure. But composure wasn’t what I wanted from her.

“Tell me what you want,” I growled into her ear. She let out a soft whine but said nothing. “Tell me,” I repeated. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Ducking her head, she whispered something so quietly I had to tell her to say it again. “Make me come,” she repeated breathlessly. I smiled in satisfaction.
Good
. I’ve never forced a woman to do anything in my life, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna start now. She was going to tell me exactly how much she wanted what I do to her.

I pulled my hand away momentarily, just to tease her, and she whimpered and clung to me. “Please…” she whispered. “Oh, please…”

My cock strained against the zipper of my jeans as she begged me to make her come. Jesus fuck, I was gonna blow in my fucking pants if I wasn’t careful. “Someday,” I growled into her ear as my fingers found her again, one sliding inside her as I resumed stroking her clit. “Someday, I’m gonna bury my face in between those legs and lick your pussy until you come all over my face. I’m gonna make you scream so loud your throat will be raw for days. And then I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You know it’s gonna happen. You want that, don’t you?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, and threw her head back. She was so close, and I was tempted to keep her there indefinitely, but she was so fucking sexy like that that I just wanted to see her come. I swirled my wet finger around her desperate nub one more time and then lightly pinched and stroked her between my thumb and middle finger, and just like that she flew over the edge. My lips crashed down on hers as she rode the wave of her orgasm, screaming into my mouth as she writhed and shuddered.

It was the best goddamn feeling in the world. Maybe even better than coming.

As I waited for her to quiet, I held her against the car until her breathing began to slow. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at me, they were dark and wide with passion. She cut a look toward the bar and the empty parking lot. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered.

I laughed and smoothed back a lock of her hair. There was just something about this girl. This combination of innocent and saucy. “Believe it. I was a witness,” I grinned.

She blushed then, and looked down. She was embarrassed. She was fucking embarrassed, and it was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. “A very
willing
witness,” I corrected. “That was hot.”

A giggle burst out of her, half-hysterical. “I’ve just… never, well… done anything like that,” she admitted.

“Seems like it was high time you did,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“I meant… I mean, I’ve done… ugh,” she frowned. I was rewarded with another blush. “I mean… with basically a stranger, and in public.”

“There’s no one around,” I said dismissively, looking around. “And besides, you yourself said I’m not a stranger now.” I winked at her.

She smiled shyly. It was cute, considering I’d just had my hand down her pants and made her come. “You said your name was Greyson?” she asked.

“Grey. Greyson Stone.”

“And… you’re a member of the Stone Kings.” Her smile was fading now.

“Yeah.” No reason to tell her any more than necessary.

“So… you know my brother Cal.”

“Yeah. I do.”

She seemed to be on the verge of saying something else, but apparently thought better of it. “So, what does Cal have to do to join the club?”

“Pretty much anything the club asks him to do. Wash our bikes. Go buy us beer.” I skip some of the rougher stuff. “Basically, prove loyalty and respect to the club. Show responsibility.”

She laughed. “Cal’s not long on responsibility.”

I frowned. “We’ll see. Prospects don’t make it very far unless they do what they say they’re gonna do.”

She seemed to visibly relax as I said this.
Huh
. I guessed it wasn’t too surprising that a sister wouldn’t be exactly thrilled about her brother joining a one-percenter club, but this was the first time I’d really thought about it directly.

“Seton,” I mused. “That’s an unusual name.”

“Most people call me See. It’s my mom’s maiden name,” she explained. She seemed happy to change the subject. “Not that I know why my mom named me after her family. I only met my mom’s parents once. She certainly didn’t seem to have much of an attachment to them.”

I nodded, taking in what she said. “Your mom still around?”

She scoffed. “‘Around’ is up for debate. She’s still alive, yes. She lives in Scottsdale. With her boyfriend.” She paused, then continued. “My dad’s dead.”

I took a deep breath. What should I say to that? That I knew? That I was there when it happened? That my uncle had been the one to do it? There was too much there, it seemed. Too much weight to it.

So I took the fucking coward’s way out.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “Do you have any siblings other than Cal?”

“Another brother,” she replied. “Reed. The oldest. I think he’s out in Denver somewhere.”

I took note of the way she said it. “Sounds like your family isn’t all that close.”

“Nope,” she replied, her tone angry, brusque. Something shifted between us, and suddenly the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Abruptly, she moved a step away from the car — away from me — and looked awkwardly at the ground. “Um. I think I should be going now.”

I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I let her take the lead.

“Yeah. Okay,” I nodded. She reached for the handle of her car door like she suddenly realized she was late for an appointment.

“Um. Bye,” she said, refusing to look at me.

I watched her drive away.

“Bye,” I said.