RUSH (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) by Daphne Loveling Read Free Book Online Page A

very aware of the four inches I had on him. I grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt and twisted, drawing him closer until his face was inches from mine. “This club? It’s a family. These are my brothers.  You never, never , let family down. Nobody becomes a Stone King who doesn’t get that.”
    “Shit, you’re right,” he stammered. “I’m sorry. Really. I promise. It won’t happen again.”  Cal backed away, raising his hands apologetically.
    “You’re fucking right, it won’t,” I said through gritted teeth. Releasing him with a push that sent him stumbling backward, I turned and walked away before I lost control.  Any other prospect, I might have punched his fucking face in for less.
    Then again, any other prospect and I might not have been so fucking mad that he ditched his sister.
    Later on, when Cal had washed and waxed my bike to a gleaming shine, I went to find Trigger and told him I was taking off for a while. I tried to tell myself I was just going for a ride. 
    But I knew better. I knew I was going by the Cactus Bar to see if her car was there.
    It wasn’t.
    But even though I tried to tell myself otherwise, I knew I’d be back.
     
     

CHAPTER 5
    Seton
     
     
     
    Two days later, I was still trying to figure out why the sexy biker I’d encountered at the MC clubhouse had reacted the way he did when I mentioned Cal was a prospect with the club.  I couldn’t tell by his reaction whether he knew Cal or not.  But surely if there was someone who was prospecting to be a member of the club, everyone would know him?
    Maybe it was that the biker was old enough to remember the story of my father’s death. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, in which case, he would have been too young to actually be in the club (at least, I thought so… but then again, what did I know?).  But if he grew up in Lupine, maybe the name Greenlee rang a bell. Maybe he didn’t know Cal’s last name before I told him.  But still, that didn’t explain why he acted like I had leprosy the second he found out I was Cal Greenlee’s sister.
    I was mulling over the whole weird episode as I went for a much-needed run on Sunday morning.  In a way, it was a welcome distraction from thinking about something else that had happened.  I had finally screwed up my courage and broken up with Nate. Once I’d gotten my car back, I’d decided to go over to his place and pick up the few possessions that I had left over there.  Unsurprisingly, he was at home, playing a video game and eating leftover pizza.  He had invited me in, clearly hoping that we would be having a quick hookup.  But I had somehow managed to make him realize that I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to break up this time.
    “But See, what’s the problem?” he complained, his arms outstretched in a supplicating gesture as I sat on the couch next to him.  “We have a great time, right? Like, I love hanging out with you and everything.  I don’t get it.” He moved closer to me, and I caught a whiff of his stupid body spray.  I realized he was about to try to wear me down, so I pulled back and put a hand on his chest.
    “The problem, Nate, is that you didn’t even have the decency to pick me up from work when I told you I was stranded,” I pointed out.
    “Look, I’m super sorry about that!  I got caught up in a game with some of the guys.  I didn’t want to let them down,” he pleaded.
    Oh, brother.  “Didn’t want to let them down?” I asked incredulously.  “Are you kidding me?  I had to sponge a ride home with Andi — two hours later! I didn’t get home until almost two a.m.!”
    Nate looked away, and I have to give him credit, he blushed.  “Okay, I see your point,” he nodded.  “That was kind of not cool.”  King of the understatement, Nate was. “But look, See,” he said earnestly, looking back at me and fixing with his most sincere expression. “I can work on it.  I can change.  Come on, baby,