STONE KINGS MOTORCYCLE CLUB: The Complete Collection

by Daphne Loveling

  I sighed. He looked for all the world like a hopeful puppy dog. A puppy dog with six-pack abs and gorgeous hair. But I was resolved. I shook my head. “You know, forget it. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, Nate, but no. Look, no hard feelings, okay? It’s just over. That’s all.”

  “Yeah, okay,” he said sadly, seemingly resigned. Then his eyes lit up hopefully. “But See…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m pretty sure I can get tickets to the Candy Claws concert next Friday. You wanna go?”

  I realized what he was trying to do. Reel me in with a sudden gesture. Just like he always did. Looking back on our relationship, and on how many times he had done this, I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world for letting him get away with it. “No, Nate,” I said gently. “I’m sure you can find someone else to go with.” And I was. The random girl he was probably going to sponge the tickets off, for example.

  I had to hand it to Nate, though. At least he didn’t give me a hard time once he realized my mind was made up. As I left his place, even as I was sad that we had meant so little to each other, I knew it was for the best.

  So, that was one guy out of my life, I thought now as I got ready for work. I wasn’t really looking forward to working today, but after this I would have two days off. I was pretty pumped to just have some me-time. I was way behind on laundry, I hadn’t deep-conditioned my hair in forever, and I had a library book that I wanted to finish before it was overdue. And I figured maybe Carly and I could go catch a movie or something.

  That afternoon found me back behind the bar at the Cactus. I was working two p.m. until ten with Andi and a couple of the waitresses. Our boss, Wes, was there, too, trying to catch up on some bills. Wes was in his mid-forties, balding, and not fat but doughy, like someone who hardly ever did any sort of manual labor and lived on a diet of frozen pizza and Coke. He wasn’t married, and as far as we knew had never been in a relationship the whole time we had known him. That didn’t stop him from making crude observations about the women who came into the bar, which ones he found attractive, and which ones were “dogs.” It sucked, but I mostly tried to ignore it. Jobs were kind of hard to come by in Lupine, and I needed mine.

  “Look at that one,” Wes was whistling under his breath as a couple of co-eds walked out the door. “Look at that ass.” I had just come back from my break and was tying my apron back on.

  Andi rolled her eyes and looked over at me. “Yeah, Wes, she’s young enough to be your daughter. Shit, I’m young enough to be your daughter. Shouldn’t you be letching after someone your own age? Or at least a little closer?”

  Wes turned away from the door and shook his head at Andi. “Andi, men are wired differently from women. We just naturally go for women with a particular hip to waist ratio,” he said, as though he were a teacher lecturing a particularly dense student. “It’s scientifically proven to be a biological fact. There isn’t anything we can do about it.”

  Andi snorted. “Uh, yeah, there is. You could stop being a freaking pig whenever you see a woman younger than forty with a nice figure. Seriously, dude. Go sign up on eHarmony or whatever old people do to find love. Or at least just go jack off to Pornhub in your office and get your gross self under control.”

  Wes narrowed his eyes in anger. “You watch yourself, Andi.” He stomped off toward the back as Andi erupted into peals of laughter.

  “Jeez, Andi, that was pretty blunt,” I said, worried. “Wes could fire your ass for saying stuff like that.”

  “Oh, please,” Andi laughed. “He won’t fire me. He likes staring at my tits too much.”

  I had to concede, Wes really did like looking at Andi’s breasts. Luckily, she seemed unafraid to call him on it, and as a result, Wes never seemed to direct any sexual innuendo toward her, and seemed almost afraid of her. I knew that Andi had had a rough time growing up, and a history of some sort of sexual abuse that had gone on in her childhood with her stepfather, and that had also involved her little sister. For some women, this might have damaged them to the point where they were afraid of all men. In Andi’s case, it made her determined to never let a man hurt her again. She was strong, tough, fiercely protective of all women, and seemingly unafraid of the potential danger that a sexually frustrated man with bad intentions could do.

  I looked up to Andi, and the way that she took care to make herself strong and refuse to be a victim. Wes didn’t frighten me exactly, but sometimes he did creep me out a little. Sometimes, after reaching up to the glass holder to put some wine glasses away, I would turn around and catch him staring at me with an expression that could only be sexual arousal. It made me uncomfortable enough to turn away, and usually that would be the end of it, but sometimes, I would look back and he’d still be staring. I wished I had Andi’s guts to be able to tell him off when he did stuff like that.

  I really should look for another job, I thought as I watched Wes retreat into his office. Sometimes it felt ironic that I now worked in a bar, when my dad’s drinking had been the source of so much family pain. But frankly, there weren’t a lot of good paying jobs in Lupine, and working at the Cactus at least gave me enough to live on and a flexible schedule. Plus, I really did like working with Andi, even though having Wes as a boss was not always a lot of fun. I had been working at the bar full-time since I’d dropped out of college after running out of money. At the time, I told myself that I was going to go back to college just as soon as I had enough money to afford another year of school, but that time had come and gone and I still hadn’t reapplied.

  The subject of college was one I had been trying more and more unsuccessfully not to think about lately. For a while, I had considered enrolling part-time in online classes so I work on getting my degree during my down time from work. Unfortunately, since I still hadn’t decided what my major was going to be, choosing classes that wouldn’t be a waste of my time and money was a challenge. One of these days, though, I knew I was going to have to get serious about figuring out what the next step was. I had saved enough money to re-enroll in college next fall if I wanted to. The trouble was, since I’d been out, I’d realized I really didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. It seemed like a waste of money to go back to school before I had that figured out.

  Andi’s fingers snapping in front of my face brought me out of my reverie. “Hey, girl, what’s up? You fantasizing about Wes again?” She broke into another laugh as I made a disgusted face.

  “Ugh, that’s disgusting, Andi. For real.”

  “Well, I thought maybe since you and Nate are over, you were getting horny and needing some action,” she grinned.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped. “Can you imagine?” I shuddered. “Uh, no, I can promise you that I will never be that hard up.”

  A little while later, I had my first of many weird encounters of the day. During the Sunday afternoon lull, my deadbeat brother appeared in the doorway of the Cactus, in his Stone Kings leathers.

  “Hey, See!” he called as he stepped toward the bar. He was grinning his charming “I know you’re gonna forgive me” grin. I sighed. He was probably right, dammit. But damned if I was going to let him off easily.

  “Hey, yourself,” I replied mildly. “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to show you something. You got a minute?”

  I pursed my lips and looked over at Andi, who waved me off. “Go on, take a break. I’ll cover for you. Hi, Cal!”

  “Hey, Andi!” Cal said easily. His eyes ran appreciatively over her curves. “How you doin’?”

  “Good,” she smiled back at him. “How about you, Romeo?”

  He waved back at her. “Livin’ the dream, doll!”

  Andi laughed and shook her head in mock disapproval. “Uh-huh, I bet. Look at you, Mister bad boy biker.” Whereas Andi had never had any patience for my ex-boyfriend Nate, she always seemed to take Cal’s charmer act in stride. The two of them had an easy banter that bordered on the flirtatious, and even his most exasperating behavior seemed merely
to amuse her.

  Cal grinned and turned back at me. “Speaking of which… come on outside! I gotta show you something!”

  I rolled my eyes at Andi and followed him out into the parking lot, noting with irritation the “prospect” rocker on the back of his vest. Parked in the closest spot was a large, rough-looking Harley with tall handlebars and a windshield that he told me was called a faring. “I got her used for just five thousand dollars!” he said proudly.

  “Five thousand?” I sputtered. “How the hell did you get five thousand dollars?”

  “I got a loan. I’m workin’ it off.”

  “How the hell did you get a loan?” I demanded. “As far as I know, you don’t even have a job.”

  “I’m getting a paycheck,” he countered, his voice defensive. His eyes shifted away from me. “I’m workin’ for the club, so, you know…” he trailed off. Then, frowning impatiently, he looked back at me. “Come on, See, be happy for me for once! I’ve wanted this bike for forever.”

  I stared at my brother in his leathers. He looked so different from the gap-toothed little mischief-maker I remembered from when we were kids. He had the same green eyes, full of sparkle and challenge, but he had filled out and grown so tall. He was at least six feet now. I hadn’t noticed how muscular he had become recently. The scruff of a two day beard gave his jaw a square, rugged look. Suddenly, I felt foolish for feeling so protective of him when he was almost twice as big as I was.

  I sighed. “Okay, Cal. Congratulations.” I made a point of looking him in the eye. “Honestly. I mean it.”

  Cal seemed to relax. “Thanks, See.” I smiled at him, a gesture of truce.

  “So, uh…” he continued, leaning against the bike. “I also wanted to apologize for the other day. It wasn’t cool of me to borrow your car and then not pick you up from work. And I should have brought the car back to you. It was the least I could have done.” He looked down at the ground as he talked, the heel of his boot scuffing at the dirt.

  I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Cal Greenlee, apologizing for something? I hadn’t heard him say he was sorry for anything since we were little kids and my mom was yelling at him for coloring on the walls or something. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him who had put him up to it, but I stopped myself. If Cal was actually owning up for acting like a jackass, I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him. And to his credit, he did actually look contrite.

  “Thank you, Cal,” I said simply. “I accept your apology.”

  He nodded. “It won’t happen again. You’re my family, and I should treat you better.” And then, before I could respond, he did something that almost made me faint dead away from surprise: he stood up and threw an arm around me in a brief hug. It was so unexpected and uncharacteristic that we both just stood there until eventually his arm fell away awkwardly.

  While I was still trying to process what the hell had just happened, Cal cleared his throat and changed the subject.

  “So, um, how’s it going?”

  I almost smiled at his uncomfortable attempt at making conversation, but quickly stifled it. “Not great,” I said. “Nate and I broke up.”

  “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, See,” he responded immediately. “That must, uh, be rough.”

  I shrugged. “It’s okay. He was a lousy boyfriend, to be honest.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. After a moment, he continued. “You deserve someone who’s nice to you. Who treats you good.”

  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.

  6

  Grey

  This 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.