RUSH (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) (10 page)

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.

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 she 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.

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 light 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.”

He pulled my areola into his mouth, teasing it to hardness.  I gasped at the sensation that shocked through my body at his touch. He reached down between my legs, finding my center, and groaned against my nipple. “Fuck, Seton. You’re so wet. You’re so wet for me.”

He moved on top of me then, and knelt between my legs. His cock was already hard, and he pressed it against the wetness of my entrance, sliding it slowly back and forth across my clit. I moaned and spread my legs apart for him, almost painfully aroused.  I wanted to feel him fill me like he did last night, and I drew in a breath in anticipation. Suddenly, he flipped me over, and I was on top of him, straddling him as he lay back, watching me.

“I want to see you make yourself come with me,” he said thickly. His eyes were hooded with desire. I needed release so badly I didn’t even think to be shy. I reached down and took his cock in my hand, the tip of it glistening with my juices and his precum, and began to slide it against myself, rocking my hips softly against him. The slick friction of it made me moan, and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking sexy, Seton.”

My breathing began to speed up as I increased my rhythm. I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take me long, but I couldn’t slow down, couldn’t wait, I needed it so badly. He reached up and teased my nipples with his thumbs and I felt myself coming closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me what you want,” he groaned.

“I need to come,” I moaned immediately. “God, your cock feels so good, Greyson, I’m so close…”

I started to close my eyes but he stopped me. “Look at me. I want to see you come.”

I locked eyes with him, watching his own desire play across his face.  “Come for me, Seton,” he urged. “Come for me on my cock.” I shuddered and called his name as I flew over the edge, hips thrusting against his cock.  Just as I crested the first wave, he changed the angle of his hips and pushed himself inside me. I cried out as another wave of my orgasm washed over me, and I rode him as he thrust underneath me. I heard him roar as he climaxed, filling me with his release.

I collapsed on top of him, and his arms wrapped tight around me. We slept.

When I woke, the sun was up, and the smell of fresh-brewed coffee was wafting toward me.  I breathed deeply, smiling, and opened my eyes to find Grey standing at the foot of the bed, a cup in his hand.

“I hope you like coffee,” he said. “I don’t know how you take it. I’ve got some sugar, but I don’t have any milk or cream.”

“Cream and sugar are an abomination,” I replied, taking the cup from him gratefully. “Black is the only acceptable way to drink coffee.”

“Okay. You’re hardcore about coffee. So noted,” he grinned.

I took a sip and moaned gratefully. “Thank you. This is heaven.”

He sat down on the bed next to me. “I don’t really cook, so there’s no breakfast.”

I propped a pillow behind my back and sat up. “Luckily, I do. Do you have eggs?”

He nodded.  “And bread. Cheese, too, I think. Not too much else, though.”

“Do you have any vegetables?”

His brow furrowed. “Frozen, maybe.”

“Okay,” I said. “I can work with that. Just give me a couple of minutes to start feeling human.”

After I finished my first cup of coffee, I grabbed my T-shirt and underwear from the floor, saying a silent prayer of thanks that Grey hadn’t destroyed that pair like he had the first one. Out in the kitchen, I found cheese in the fridge, and some sliced ham, too, so I made us omelets and toast. Grey made a show of mocking the omelets as too fancy for a big he-man like himself, but I noticed he didn’t hesitate to gobble it up after he had taken the first experimental bite.

“Holy mother of God, this is good,” he marveled as he chewed.

“Have you seriously never had an omelet?” I asked, crinkling my nose.

“Guys like me only eat food that comes off a bone,” he growled, but his eyes were twinkling.

“Caveman,” I bantered.

“Seriously, though, of course I’ve had a fucking omelet,” he continued. “But this is goddamn fantastic. Did you seriously make this just with the stuff that you found in
this
kitchen?”

I smiled happily, basking in the compliment. Grey wasn’t really the type to be effusive, so I believed he meant what he said.

We sat and munched in companionable silence for a few minutes. Eventually, I asked the question that had been on my mind off and on since this morning. “Were you serious when you said you don’t bring women here?” I asked, partly to break the silence, and partly because I was genuinely curious.

Grey took another forkful of food. “I don’t
sleep
with women. Sex is sex. I don’t like complications.”

I looked down at my plate. “Is that what I am? A complication?”

He put his fork down and looked at me. “Honestly? Yes,” he acknowledged. “But in your case, the complications have advantages.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Like what?” I asked.

“Remember what I said about your rack?”

I giggled. “That’s really sexist, Grey.”

“Not if I mean it sincerely,” he countered. “And believe me, I do.” His eyes descended to my chest, his lips spreading into an exaggerated leer. “Particularly when you wear that tight little T-shirt and forget to put on a bra.”

I reddened. “Stop that, and finish your breakfast.”

Grey stood up. “You want some more coffee?”

“Yes, please!” I held out my cup and he refilled my coffee for me. When he sat down, his face had a more serious cast.

“I meant what I said, though,” he said quietly. “You’re the first woman to spend the night here.”

I knew it was probably only because he felt bad about the shock of what had happened with Wes. I found myself wishing it was more, but I pushed those thoughts away and told myself just to be happy with what I had. The sex last night and this morning with Grey had been… unbelievable. I needed to just be content with that and not wish for things that weren’t going to happen.

“So,” he continued, interrupting my thoughts. “What are you going to do about the bar?”

I sighed. “Well, I think it’s fair to say I probably don’t have a job anymore.”

“Would you want to go back there, after what that pig tried to do to you?” he asked sharply.

“No,” I admitted. “I don’t think I could.  Even though I’m pretty sure Wes would never dare to touch me again after what you did to him.” I looked up at Grey, suddenly afraid. “Do you think he’ll press assault charges on you?”

Grey snorted. “That little fuck? He knows he deserved it, and much more. He’s too much of a pussy to go to the police. He’d have to answer to the club, and he knows it.” He leaned back in his chair and looked at me. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“I’m not sure.”

Grey cleared his throat. “You could come work at the clubhouse bar.”

I eyed him quizzically. “There’s an opening?”

He shifted in his seat. “No, not exactly. But we can always use someone who knows how to pour a drink.”

“You don’t know that I’m any good at my job,” I teased him. “Besides, from what little I’ve seen of that bar, there’s not a big call for a bartender who does craft cocktails.”

A bark of laughter escaped him. “You got me there. It’d be mostly opening beer bottles and serving shots of whiskey.”

“What about the other club members?” I challenged him. “The ones I’ve seen look pretty dangerous, and they don’t look like they necessarily take no for an answer where women are concerned. Wouldn’t it be potentially even less safe for me there than at the Cactus?”

He sat back. “You’re not wrong. Except the women who hang around the club aren’t the type to say no. But yeah, you’d be safe.  No one would dare lay a finger on you if they know you’re with me.”

“Am I with you?” I challenged.

“Fuck yes, you’re with me,” he growled. “You’re a pain in the ass, sometimes,” he continued with a smirk, “But like I said before, you have a certain something that makes you worth it.”

His eyes bored into mine, and it was as though he was touching me, the way the heat from them raced through me to my core. 

“Grey,” I started, my voice cracking with emotion.  I took a deep breath and let it out. What he was saying… it was more than I could process. We were together, in his eyes, it was clear. And God, if I was honest with myself, I wanted that. More than anything.

But there was so much that could come between us. The club. My brother. The past. I didn’t know how to navigate through all of that. It felt like a minefield was separating him from me.

“So,” he asked again. “Will you come work at the clubhouse?”

I smiled and shook my head slowly. “Thanks for the offer, Grey, but no thanks. I think I need to take some time to figure out what I want to do next.” I made a mental calculation.  I had a fair amount of money saved up, which I had been planning to use to go back to college. But deep down, I knew I just didn’t want to do that. I figured I had at least six months of income built up, if I was really careful with my spending. Maybe it was time to take a step back and think about my future as more of a big picture.

Grey didn’t press it. But he seemed to have something else on his mind. “Uh, Seton. I actually came to the bar last night to talk to you about something.”

I blinked my eyes and looked at him. In all the confusion of the night before, I had forgotten to wonder why he had shown up at the bar in the first place. I nodded at him now. “Okay. What about?”

“I wanted to let you know that I sent Cal and another prospect out on their first run for the club yesterday. With two of my best men. They did just fine.  I know you’ve been worried,” he added. “So, I just thought I’d come by and tell you that.”

“I saw a gun in Cal’s waistband the last time I saw him, Greyson,” I countered. “It’s hard to feel like things will be fine when I know he’ll be carrying.”

“It’s just a reality, Seton.” He drained his cup. “It’s a precaution. Lots of people pack. You probably encounter a dozen people or more in the course of a day who are armed and you just don’t know it. It would be crazy for me to send a brother out without the ability to defend himself.”

“So, it really is dangerous, then. Cal really will be in danger sometimes, if he gets patched in.”

“It’s not an easy life, Seton,” he said seriously. “Hell, it’s not always a safe life. I’m not going to lie to you.” He looked at me. “But it’s a life your brother is choosing.”