Forever Ride
Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
June 2014
Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.
A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.
The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.
Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.
He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.
The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.
She’s sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?
~Tank~
She’s
in my arms, her body draped across mine. I have not slept one bit.
We
left the kitchen after the barbeque and came back to my room on the compound. I
have one of the duplexes that really is all my own. My roommates are all
married, so usually the place is empty except for me. With the charter clubs
here, I have a few people staying over, but they don’t care that Sass is in my
bed.
Last
night was nothing short of incredible. The hellcat likes it rough and
everywhere. I lost count of the orgasms between us. Thinking of it, my dick is
ready again. I am sure her pussy needs a break, though. Her ass, too.
Reality
hits me like a sledge hammer.
I
fucked my brother’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. I fucked one of the
untouchable two.
Worse,
though, I fucked my friend. Never cross that line. There is no going back. I
live my life with no regrets, the words tattooed across my lower stomach,
reminding me and every female that goes low, there will be no regrets. Only
now, I have gone too far. I don’t regret last night—it was the best damn night
I have ever shared with someone—but it shouldn’t have happened.
Looking
at her red hair lying across my chest, the contrast against the colors of my
tattoos, I don’t want to move. I don’t want this to end, but it must.
Each
breath she takes tickles my nipple piercing, reminding me of each bite and tug
her mouth gave them mere hours ago. How can I go back to the way things were
between us? Every time I see her I’m going to want nothing more than to be
balls deep once again.
Maybe
with enough space, fresh air, and distance everything will go back to normal.
Yeah, normal, that’s what I need.
Smacking
her ass playfully, I wake her up. Abruptly, I move out from under her, standing
by the bed, watching as she takes in her surroundings and remembers last night.
It’s
time to make my clean escape. I make my way to my bathroom, calling out over my
shoulder to her, “Time to say goodbye. Gather your stuff up. You found your way
to my bed, you can find your way out the damn door.”
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One Ride
Book One of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
December 19th 2013
Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined there would be a Hellion that could prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.
Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.
His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away with a charter club member that he trusts, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.
One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.
Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
Kissing Doll
was a mistake. Shaking off the thoughts
of her body molding to mine, I focus.
Knowing the fuckers are following us, I’ve got to keep my shit
straight. The downfall to being followed
while you’re on a bike, it’s hard to watch the bastards following you without
making it obvious. Bike mirrors are
small and full of blind spots anything more than a car length away. It’s a game of where the hell’s Waldo. I never have liked games.
Peek-a-
mother- fuckin’- boo. I see you Cadillac
SVT. Same bastards from before, they
have no idea who they’re fucking with.
Extending my left arm out straight, palm flat to the ground, I make a
slight up and down motion to let Rex know to slow down and back off a
little. Turning my hand, I single three
fingers then four. Throwing my arm up,
bending at the elbow to a ninety degree angle while balling my fist, then with
my index finger only extending I make a circle motion. Rex knows in three quarters of a mile, I’ll
make a hard right exit, no signal. He’s
to keep going, let the caddy follow me, while he gets Sass to send the text to
the boys to circle around, and back my ass up.
Pulling off,
sure enough, the car follows. Hopefully,
they took the bait thinking we were riding the two of us and only sent one car
to tail. My boys have been following a
half hour or so behind us the entire ride making sure to stay out of
sight. If there are too many of them,
we’re fucked. I’ll do anything before
they get Doll though.
We’re on a
two lane road that makes a loop. I feel
the vibration of my phone cueing me that Rex and crew are heading to the gas
station. Officially in BFE (Bum Fuck,
Egypt) I pull into the seedy gas station.
As soon as Doll realizes Rex doesn’t follow the turn off, she holds on
tighter. I drop my left hand to squeeze
her thigh reassuringly. Hang tight until
the cavalry arrives. None of these
fuckers are gonna get to her to use as a pawn in some sick game. Not one hair on that pretty little head will
be touched as long as I’m fucking breathing.
Pulling in,
Doll climbs off. Before I climb off, I
grab her hand and swing her to me, snaking my hand around the back of her neck,
I pull her in for a kiss. Raw, rough,
and real passion flow freely between us as the kiss becomes a tangle of
tongues, lips, and teeth. When I pull
away, her eyes are glassed over in desire.
“Stay close,
and follow my lead, Doll.” I whisper to
her before kissing her forehead and releasing her.
Climbing off
the bike, I remove my helmet. Storing
both our helmets on the bike, I make a point not to touch any of the
saddlebags. Knowing we’re being watched,
I need to make this believable. They may
or may not know the real purposes behind this trip. If Delatorre hasn’t been taken down yet, they
will want Doll to keep him breathing. If
Delatorre has been handled, this could be retaliation. Either way Doll is their target. Time to keep up appearances I smile at Doll
to ease her fears.
Walking up
behind Doll, I wrap my arms loosely around her waist. Turning her, I keep my body between her and
the car. Dropping my head, I lightly
bite at the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet. She softens beneath me. Running my nose up her neck as I inhale her
scent, reaching her ear, I whisper to her.
“Stay close,
do exactly as I say, we’ve been followed.”
She nods her head in agreement. “At the bathroom door, I’m going to kiss
you. When I do, my body will be blocking
their vision. You need to reach in the
waist band of my jeans and grab the pistol and tuck it into your jeans. Then you go in the bathroom and lock yourself
inside a stall. You don’t come out until
Sass arrives to get you. If anyone comes
inside that isn’t me, Rex, or Sass, you shoot them. Hellions cut or not, shoot first ask
questions later. My boys are coming for
backup but they won’t come in here to get you, only me, Sass, or Rex. Got it?”
I say, needing her to understand that these men could kill us and get a
Hellions cut so she can only answer for people she can recognize.
Once again
she nods. I feel her shudder beneath
me. I begin pushing us forward, walking
behind her, still wrapped around her.
The embrace is close like lovers.
Under other circumstances it would be intimate, but in this moment, it’s
about her safety.
At the
bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my hands around her head. Adrenaline mixes with an unknown emotion as I
sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I
don’t want to ever stop kissing her, but right now I’ve got to get rid of our
problem. I feel the gun being pulled
away as she tucks it against her own waist.
When she starts to pull away, I pull her head back to me. I kiss her with everything I have in me. If I die right now, I die a happy mother
fucker to have shared my last kiss with this woman. Finally, I pull away.
“Be safe,
Doll. Remember, no one, but me, Sass, or
Rex.” I kiss her forehead as I release
her. Pausing for a moment as I watch her
disappear in the restroom, I can hear her lock the bathroom door.
Turning
around, I’m greeted by none other than the same fucker from the truck stop.
“Don Juan
Mother Fuckin’ Pablo. What can I do for
you Chico?”
Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.
Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.
Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Love and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’ motorcycle club series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.
When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.
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