Where We Started (Stone Riders MC, #1)

by Ashley Munoz

He was also acting as though all we did was hook up here. He was completely ignoring that we’d made this place a home. Our home.

“You don’t want to remember how you begged me to fuck you?” His knee pressed harder in between my thighs, taunting me to tilt my hips and engage with the friction he was providing.

“I remember how you’d tug my hair and scream for me to go deeper with my tongue, to suck your clit. Remember

that time I flipped you on your stomach and spread your cheeks, until ...

“I hope you think of it all night, Callie. All of it. I hope you remember why you should have just stayed away, and then I hope you wake up in this shithole and realize how irrelevant you’ve become. You left, and you should have stayed gone. Now

you’re just creating work for me, so do me a favor and stay here like a good little princess, unless you’re ready to give up and go back home.”

My seventeenth birthday was celebrated by getting to discover Callie’s body. Every inch, curve, and dip…and I made this discovery mostly with my tongue.

We took from each other, marking a first for us both. She gave me her virginity, and I gave her mine.

“I have never wanted you wrapped up in any of our club business. You know we’ve never talked about it in front of you. We’ve never done anything to mess with your relationship with Callie. I know she hates this life. Every now and then she hates me simply because of it.”

“There’s a war brewing, and Callie is old enough now that she could become collateral damage.”

“What I came here for is to tell you that I need you to keep an eye on Callie. I want her with you as often as possible. I know you both have been sneaking down to the cabin.”

“You’re gonna learn how to use this. I wanted to keep you clear of this shit, but you’re the best chance I have at keeping my daughter safe. Do you accept?”

I nodded.

“She’s in your hands now, son. Keep her safe.”

“This isn’t the place I want you to use that key on…but I also wouldn’t mind waking up to you every day. Or nearly every day…whatever you’re comfortable with. You can always go back home, but this would be nice too.”

Holding

her was the only dream I had at present, and I knew that was pathetic as fuck, but she’d been it for me for so long, I had no idea what would ever compare. I wasn’t eager to find out, either. If I could have her and just support whatever dreams or aspirations she had, I’d be the happiest man alive.

“Well, I can’t speak for you, but I know for me, I plan to start every morning like this, my nose in your cunt.” I bent down and inhaled again. Fuckkkkkkkkk.

“But what if I want more than this every morning?” she asked, spreading her thighs wider. “What if I want dick every single morning, Wes? What if I become this unhinged fan, desperate for you to fill me up and fuck me every morning?”

“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get,”

“Let’s hang this up, as a good luck token.” She held the key I’d given her when we were fifteen, making my heart stutter. “You just carry that with you?” She laughed, pressing the metal to her lips. “If I could ink it into my skin and carry it as a constant reminder that one day we’d be married and a happy family, I’d do it, Wes. For now, it hangs out on my keychain.”

“Your daddy loved that boy. He had wanted him to join after the first time he met him. But he knew Wes never would; he’d never risk losing you.”

“Your daddy often talked about how there was no love on this planet like the kind Wes had for Callie. The whole club joked and razed them for it, but behind closed doors, it was an awe-inspiring thing. Their love was the most solid thing we’d

ever witnessed, and the way it kept flourishing year after year…then everything changed when that Raider took you.”

Once

you love someone so thoroughly, there’s pieces of you they claim, and whether you work out or not, the tear in your soul can’t be mended.

“You come any closer, and I’m pulling you in here. Clothed, naked, I don’t care, I can

fuck that mouth just as easily either way. But rest assured, if you step foot into my bathroom right now, I will fuck you.”

I hated that I cared. I hated myself for thinking he’d be different when he was exactly like them. Which was why I knew I could never stay with him while he had the club. I was glad I left. I knew he’d never be any different once this life lured him in. Wes had made his choice, and I needed to get a fucking grip.

Callie was more than an obsession. She was my reason for waking, my reason for

trying. She was all of it, and without the

opportunity to touch her and claim her before I started my day, there wasn’t ...

“You’re so perfect, River. So fucking perfect and so fucking mine. I can’t believe

I get to wake up to this every morning,”

“You know I would bring you in, Wes. I can’t, son. She’d kill me.”

“She’s mine, Simon. Make an exception.”

“I would, Wes. You know I would.”

“You put that on, honey, and it’ll mean something. It’s not something you can easily take off. You become a Stone Rider, you stay one for life.”

I knew I was choosing something right then, but in my heart, it was Callie. I’d choose her over and over again, and in that moment, it was with her in my heart that I slid the vest on.

“I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you, River.”

“You can have my number, Jerod. You can call it and see if Callie wants to chat, seeing as she’ll be staying with me.”

“Like fuck is another man going to date you while you’re here. If you leave, then that’s one thing. I can’t control who you’re with. But in this town, you’re mine. It’s me you’ll date. Me you’ll call. Me you’ll fuck.

You need romance, then read one of those books you love so much. When you go back to DC, you’ll have your fuck buddies again, but here, there’s not a chance I’ll stand by and let you be with anyone else.”

“Because as far as I’m concerned, they all belonged to me. Every kiss. Every moan. Every touch. Whatever you chose to do over the past seven years was all owed to me. You robbed me of an entire life, Callie. Forgive me if I don’t want to hear about some guy named Craig who showed up at your apartment at midnight, only to show up at your doorstep two more nights after that.”

“Or some fucker named Joe who picked you up at a farmers’ market and took you to his place, where you stayed until midnight. I certainly don’t want to know about some asshole with a cowboy hat who found you at a rodeo and thought he had the right to fuck you in the bed of his truck.” Oh my God.

he’d just recounted—with terrifying accuracy—every single sexual encounter I’d had in the past seven years.

“You left me, Callie. You ended things with me. I was good to you, never gave you a fucking reason to leave. Yet, you moved on.”

“And what, Wes? You’re so fucking perfect that you never did?”

“No.”

“I never could touch anyone after you. You were my first, and fuck, if you ended up being my only…there would never be another after what we had.”