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

“I wasn’t all that attached to them. And,” she continued with a wicked little grin that surprised me, “I think the trade-off was worth it.”
    Our eyes locked, and the moment of merriment dissolved in a burst of heat.  Damned if I didn’t want to take her all over again, from every position I could think of, until both of us passed out from exhaustion. But she pulled her eyes away from mine and stood up, pulling her T-shirt over her head. “Maybe I should just put this on,” she said, her voice husky with suppressed desire.
    We continued dressing in silence. My mind was swirling around in all different directions, trying to make sense of everything. What it all meant. So, I did what I usually did when things got complicated.  I pushed it all aside. I concentrated on this moment alone.
    “Seton,” I murmured, drawing her to me.
    She looked up at me, big green eyes almost luminescent. “Grey,” she responded.
    Somehow, it seemed as though we had an entire conversation with just those two words. I kissed her again, deeply. Her arms wound around my neck almost instinctively, her body melted into mine like we were made from the same mold. I hardened against her. She whimpered and pressed against me. The heat grew between us.
    After a few moments, she pulled away, breathing heavily. “I should go,” she whispered.
    I didn’t ask why, or try to make her stay. I knew this was all confusing as hell for her.  Hell, it was no picnic for me, either.
    “Okay,” I said.  I let her detach herself from me, and watched in silence as she walked slowly toward the door and opened it. She stood in the threshold for a moment and looked back at me. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, but I said nothing. She nodded once at me, and I nodded back. Then she was gone.
    Holy hell . I sank into my chair. Lacing my fingers behind my head, I blew out a deep breath and kicked my feet up on the desk. This shit was complicated. Maybe even dangerous.
    I was falling for Seton Greenlee.
    I couldn’t see this ending well. If I’d had a brain in my head, I’d just end it right now.  Hell, I wasn’t even sure if there was an “it” to end. But I had just crossed a line, and even though fucking a woman had never felt like it was an act with consequences before, fucking this woman was different. I might have been able to deny that before, but now, I couldn’t hide it from myself any longer. I never would have thought in a million goddamn years that a woman would be able to turn me inside out with just a look.
    And then I finally meet the one who can, and she’s the absolute last person who should be involved with a piece of shit like me.
    I was going to be sending her brother out on dangerous runs. As the club president, I was potentially going to be putting his life in danger. And every time I did it, I would potentially be breaking Seton’s heart.
    Then there was the fact of the secrets between us. Secrets she didn’t even know existed.
    I had tried to come clean with her. I told her I knew about her dad, and about his death and the connection to the club. But I didn’t come even anywhere near close to telling her the truth.
    Seton was proud. You could see that in her eyes. Her fucking gorgeous, whip-smart, defiant eyes. She didn’t want help from anyone. And she sure as hell didn’t want anyone knowing her secrets.
    Trouble was, I knew them already.  And I had a few of my own.
    I knew she hated that Cal was prospecting with the Stone Kings. I knew that she barely tolerated that I was one of them. Let alone the president of the damn club.
    What would she do if she knew it was not just a member of the club who killed her father, but my uncle? What would she say, how would she react, if she knew that I was there that day? That I saw her at her most vulnerable moment, in what was probably the sharpest agony of her life?
    I shook my head and swore. There was no way this was going to turn out good between Seton