RIDE (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) (50 page)

A
fter a while
, I had to pee pretty badly, and pulled together my courage to ask for a rest stop. Isaiah gruffly refused, saying I could wait until they needed to stop for food and gas. When I told him I was likely to lose control in the car, the man next to me slapped me roughly across the face and told me to shut up. I sank down into the seat and tried desperately to think of anything else but my bladder.

About half an hour later, relief flooded through me as we pulled off the road at a gas station and convenience store that appeared at what looked to be the outskirts of a small town. Joseph pulled me out of the car, and I scrambled to keep up so I wouldn’t fall on the ground before I got my legs under me. Once I was out, he jerked up on my arm, causing a slice of pain to shoot from my shoulder. I did my best not to cry out.

“No stupid tricks,” he rasped against my ear. “You try anything in there and you’ll be sorrier than you ever have been.”

I knew that since Isaiah was planning to divorce me once we got back to the Ranch, I could not count on any level of kindness from any of them. I was disposable to them all now; the only reason they had come to get me was pride, and to punish me. I took a deep shuddering breath and nodded, but said nothing as he led me toward the store, his fingers digging into my upper arm.

Inside was a bright, fluorescent blur of food packages and beeping machines. I saw a couple of people casting curious looks at us, and for the first time felt how out of place I really was in the clothing I had grown up in. Now that I had been away, and had a taste of life outside of WFZ, I realized that to the other customers in the store, I was little more than a curiosity. Their eyes traveled to my strange clothing and clunky shoes, but their gazes never met mine. I felt more isolated from them now that I had actually had a life in Lupine. My mind cried out to them, to ask them to help me, but I knew they would never notice that the man holding my arm was doing so against my will. Inside these clothes, I was invisible.

Joseph led me through the store towards a bathroom at the back. “Make it quick,” he growled, and stood at the entrance, making sure no one else would be able to enter or talk to me. I went inside and locked myself in a stall, exhaling in relief as I finally was able to empty my bladder. I sat there, staring blindly at the graffiti on the stall door, alone for the first time since the men had captured me. A shudder of grief and fear passed through me, and I began to sob as quietly as I could, tears streaming down my face.

About a minute later, a loud rap on the door reminded me that Joseph was waiting. Hastily, I pulled up my underwear and rearranged my temple garments and my clothing. I emerged from the stall and went to wash my hands. As I did so, I looked up in the mirror. A near-stranger stared back at me, as if she were a woman I used to know but hadn’t seen in many years. Dejectedly, I splashed some water on my face and dried if off with paper towels, then opened the door and allowed myself to be led out of the store and back to the SUV.

Isaiah and Elias got back in the car, having filled the tank with gas, and we set off again. I could see by the changing landscape that we were getting closer to the Arizona border. Every second, every rotation of the tires took me closer to the life I had risked everything to escape. I closed my eyes again and leaned back, too exhausted to think or cry anymore. It was no use struggling, no use hoping. It was too late.

Suddenly, from the front seat Elias swore, and my eyes flew open. I had never heard a man of the WFZ swear before. He said something low and angry to Isaiah, who leaned over to look in his side mirror. At first I didn’t know what was causing their reaction, but then, off in the distance, I heard a low rumble that I couldn’t quite make out. As it got louder, I cocked my head listening, until finally, I realized what it was.

Motorcycles. A lot of them.

The men began to shout and argue, and the car swerved sharply as Elias turned to respond to an order from Isaiah. Joseph had bound my hands again once we had left the convenience store, this time in the front, and I tried awkwardly to brace myself against the driver’s seat as the SUV briefly left the road for the shoulder. Elias swerved back onto the pavement, and floored the gas, trying to outrun the approaching bikers, but he was too late: A line of them quickly overtook him, surrounding him to the front and the side and forcing him off the road. Elias swore again as we went down a small embankment, and I shrieked involuntarily, sure the car was going to roll over. Finally, we skidded to a stop in the sand about ten feet from the highway. The bikes quickly circled us from all sides.

“Get the fuck out of the car!” a voice I recognized yelled. It was Grey, and the tone of fury in his voice made me remember what Seton said about how he could terrify grown men.

Isaiah leaned forward and reached for the glove compartment. I realized with a flash of terror what he was about to do, and screamed “GUN!” at the top of my lungs. Instantly, the passenger door opened and a large handgun was pointing at Isaiah’s head. “I don’t
fucking
think so,” a voice spat.

Levi
!

“Get out of the goddamn car. NOW.” Levi’s voice snarled. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Isaiah’s arm and pulled with such force that he fell out of the car onto the ground. “You. First rule is you do not fucking talk unless I tell you you can talk. Got that?”

I couldn’t see Isaiah now, but I assumed he must have agreed, because Levi nodded once. “Good.” He peered into the car. “Driver. You get your ass out here. Hands up.” The door opened from the outside, and Elias stepped out of the car without a word, hands high.

The rear passenger door opened then, and Trig’s face appeared. “Three men to take down one small woman?” he clucked sarcastically when he saw Joseph. “You fuckers are even bigger pussies than I thought.” He chuckled once, then a mask of fury settled over his face. “Get out of the fucking car, you piece of shit.”

Joseph did what he was told. As he walked away from the car, Trig gave him a violent shove, then turned back to look inside at me. “How you doin’ darlin’?” He asked. “They hurt you?”

I realized that at some point I had started trembling like a leaf. “No, not much,” I replied shakily.

He looked down at my hands. “Let me get that off of you.” Leaning forward, he reached into a pocket and brought out a knife, which he opened with a flick of his thumb. He severed the plastic with one efficient swipe, then held out a hand to help me from the car. “Come on out, now,” he said in a soothing voice. “Everything’s over.”

I shakily stepped down from the SUV, almost stumbling. Trig caught me easily and helped me get to my feet. Wordlessly, I gave him a grateful look, and he nodded once, then lifted his chin to my left. I looked up to see Levi standing there, a million different emotions in his eyes. I stifled a sob and ran to him, and he caught me and lifted me up in his arms. “Cherish. You’re safe,” he whispered against my neck. “You’re safe, baby. I got you.”

Levi put me down gently, and nodded for me to go back and stand next to Trig. I stood silently, still trying to quiet my trembling, and watched the scene unfolding in front of me. Isaiah, Elias, and Joseph were all backed up against the side of the SUV, their hands in the air. Grey, Repo, and Winger all had their guns trained on them.

Trig leaned down to me and said quietly. “You may not want to watch this, Cherish.” He took me gently by the arm to lead me away but I shook my head. “No,” I said stubbornly. “I want to stay.” I had been the reason that the Stone Kings had come here. I couldn’t just shy away from the consequences.

Levi stepped forward toward the three men, stopping in front of my former husband. “You Isaiah Whitehead?” he asked. Isaiah nodded but didn’t say a word. “You recognize me?” Again, Isaiah nodded.

“Good.” Levi took another step forward, and grabbed hold of his windpipe. Isaiah’s eyes went wide, and he began to struggle for breath. Levi continued talking as though nothing was wrong. “Are you the one who organized this little adventure to come find Cherish?” Isaiah choked and struggled. “Answer me, motherfucker. Are you?” Isaiah began to turn a bright red. He nodded his head rapidly, his hands lowering to try to break Levi’s choke hold. I closed my eyes and turned away for a moment, but forced myself to turn back.

“Here’s the thing,” Levi continued conversationally. “Cherish doesn’t want to go back to the Ranch. Do you, Cherish?” he asked, looking at me.

I shook my head. “No,” I said, making my voice as strong and as calm as I could.

“There. You see? Cherish doesn’t want to go back. Did you ask her whether she wanted to go back when you picked her up?” Isaiah’s face was purple now, and his thrashing was getting weaker. “Here. I want to hear you say it.” Levi removed his hand from the man’s throat, and Isaiah sank to the ground, coughing and gasping. He retched, on his hands and knees, a string of saliva snaking from his mouth.

“I asked you a question,” Levi repeated patiently. “Did you ask Cherish if she wanted to go back to the Ranch?”

“No,” Isaiah coughed, his voice a rough rasp.

“Well, then. There’s your problem. You should fucking ask a woman what she wants before you just assume. Shouldn’t you?”

Isaiah didn’t answer. Before I realized what was happening, Levi’s boot came out, kicking Isaiah in the jaw. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. “
Shouldn’t you
?” Levi demanded, all pretense of calm gone now as he roared his anger at the man who had abducted me.

“Yes,” Isaiah whimpered. He shook his head slightly and spit. Blood pooled onto the sand below.

“Okay then,” Levi said, his voice once again a model of calm. He stepped forward and grabbed Isaiah by the hair, pulling him up into a standing position. He threw him back against the SUV. “Now. I want you to look at Cherish.”

Isaiah’s eyes met mine, a terrifying mixture of fear and fury.

“This is where you apologize to her.”

“I’m sorry,” Isaiah whispered.

“Good. Now.” Levi turned and spread his arm, indicating the Stone Kings. “These men here. They are my brothers. They are my family. And they, unlike you motherfuckers, are not a bunch of cowardly pieces of shit who have to beat women into submission. But damned if they don’t enjoy a good beatdown. And I can tell they are itching to end you motherfuckers. So you’re lucky that I’m feeling charitable today.”

Levi turned back to Isaiah, and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up until they were at eye level with each other. “If you ever, ever, try to so much as talk to Cherish again,” Levi said in a voice as cold as steel, “these men, with me at the front of the pack, will hunt the three of you down and kill you. Do you hear me? We will kill you. Do you believe me?”

He looked at each of the men in turn, and waited for each of them to nod.

“Good.” Still holding on to Isaiah’s collar, he threw him down into the sand in one fluid motion. “Now, you miserable bastards, get the hell out of my sight. I don’t ever want to see or hear about you again in this state.”

Isaiah scrambled up out of the sand, wiping his bloodied nose, and the three of them got quietly into the SUV. None of them dared to look at me or any of the men as they shut their doors, started the engine, and drove slowly back onto the road. We all watched in silence as they retreated into the distance, finally disappearing over the horizon.

When they were gone, I looked up to see Levi standing at my side. “Fuck,” he breathed, raising his hand to my face. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be okay.” I shook my head. “Just bruised, mostly.”

Softly, he stroked my swollen lip with my thumb. “Cherish,” he murmured, his eyes shining. “Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I asked in confusion. “You saved me.”

He sighed, then wrapped me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.

“The whole ride here, I was promising myself that when I got you back safe, I’d never let you go again,” he murmured into my hair. “I’m sorry I ever tried to let you go in the first place. I was trying to let you make your own life, your own decisions. I was trying to stay out of your way.” He pulled back, and looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. “I love you, Cherish. I want you to be mine. Forever. But it’s your decision. I don’t want to stand in the way of your future.”

“Of course it’s my decision,” I said, laughing softly. “And I already told you. I’m yours. I love you, Levi. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

He lifted my chin and kissed me deeply, instantly awakening the familiar heat and longing deep inside me. I moaned softly and returned his kiss, our tongues dancing eagerly. When he pulled away, I looked dizzily up into his eyes, and then suddenly remembered we weren’t alone. My glance darted to the other men, who had wandered off toward their bikes, trying to pretend they couldn’t see us.

“I think we’re causing a scene,” I said, smiling up at him.

“I think you’re right. You okay to ride?” he asked softly.

“Well,” I said, looking down at the heavy dress I was wearing, “I think I can make it back into town, but I’m going to need a change of clothes.”

“Let’s go see what we can find at the gas station,” he replied, his eyes twinkling. “Maybe they have a Minions shirt.”

A
ll the drama
in our little world vanished as quickly as it had come. The brothers and I brought Cherish back to Lupine that night, and life went back to normal.

The men from the Ranch never bothered her again.

T
he Stone Kings
didn’t hear anything directly about what had gone down between Lalo and the Cannibals, following our revelations about who had been responsible for the attacks. But we did get a communiqué, of sorts. One day, an envelope arrived at the clubhouse, with no return address and no postage. One of the men brought it to Grey, who opened it in front of me and a few of the others.

Inside, was the Aztecs patch that Grey had given to Lalo. The smears of blood on it told us all we needed to know.

N
ow that I
was no longer trying to hide my love for Cherish, from her or from myself, things progressed pretty quickly between us. Every day, she got more beautiful to me, and the more I watched her make a life for herself, the prouder I was of her. Even though I wanted her with me every second of every day, I did at least try to give her some space, so I wouldn’t suffocate her.

We talked about her moving in with me right away, but I told her she should get an apartment by herself for a while until she was absolutely sure. She fought me on it, but she finally agreed to a month to month lease on a nice little furnished studio near downtown. Turned out, it was a waste of money. We ended up spending every night together, anyway, and after three months she finally wore me down and made me realize I should stop trying to give her room and just move her into my place.

C
herish’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.”

L
ater 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.

A
fterwards
, 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 could 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.