Free RUSH (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) by Daphne Loveling

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.

CHAPTER 7
    Seton
     
    I barely slept that night.
    When I got home from my encounter with Greyson Stone, Carly was there. She seemed to realize that there was something up with me, because she kept looking at me out of the corner of her eyes and trying not to let me notice. I knew I was acting nervous and weird, and I could tell I still had the flush of sex in my face, just from the way I felt.  When Carly had asked me how my day had gone, I just managed to make her believe that I was acting strange because I was freaked out about Wes cornering me alone in the hallway.  Which, to be honest, I was still freaked out about. But that’s not what was on my mind as I got ready for bed.
    I was thinking about Greyson Stone, and how he had almost driven me out of my mind with just his hand.
    I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and what he’d done to me. Belatedly, I realized I’d been so discombobulated by the way he had teased and tormented me that I hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t finished himself.  He had made