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?
Doll
“Tripp, you
son of a bitch, I’m not done talkin’ to you.”
He stops on the spot, but doesn’t turn around. Rex and Sass are standing still by their bike
watching everything as it continues to unfold.
He’s making no attempt to acknowledge me. Frustration running high, I march up behind
him. I poke him in the shoulder, in an
attempt to get him to turn around. When
that fails, I jab my finger into the top of his shoulder. Still, nothing. Walking around to face him, I’m met with a
mixture of laughter and lust in his eyes.
He’s enjoying this, the fucker.
“You just
fucking kissed me. I don’t even know
your real damn name and you kissed me!
You’ve insulted me, belittled me, taken me from my home to God knows
where, and I don’t even know your fucking name!” I say jabbing my finger in his chest. Our eyes are now locked, battling each other
in the stare downs of stare downs. My
eyes are full of fury and his full of fun, maybe. Is this turning him on?
“If you’re
running your mouth so I kiss you again, it ain’t gonna happen Doll. You’re wound up. You need to release the tension. How ‘bout we see if Jared can give you some
ink?”
“You have
lost your ever lovin’ fuckin’ mind if you think I’m going to let some friend of
yours permanently mark my body. Again, I
don’t even know your name. Yet, I’m supposed to trust some guy you know to
tattoo me? Really? I may end up with Tripp tattooed on my ass.”
He laughs at
me. Not the little ‘ha ha you’re so funny’ kind of laugh. No, Tripp folds over holding his stomach
because he’s laughing so hard at me.
“What the
fuck is so damn funny?”
Tripp stands
up. The smile now gone from his face,
replaced with his ever present serious glare, he looks directly at me.
“Get your
ass inside. Shut the fuck up for two
seconds so you can meet Jared.”
He walks
off, heading for the front door. Sass is
now beside me, as I stand here with a stupid look on my face.
“Come on,
Doll. Let’s make the best of it. I’m game for new ink. You should get that tat you’ve been wanting
with another damn bird. We’re stuck here
until the guys have rested. Jared may be
hot or have hot friends. You’re way too
bitchy, loosen up some.”
“Sass,
Delatorre had cameras in our house. How
can I relax?”
“Fuck! He had what?
Come on, let’s get inside and figure this shit out.” She says, taking me by the hand to the front
door.
Walking
inside we are surrounded by the designs on the red painted walls. Each intricate piece of work brings something
new to life for someone. Hearing the
buzzing of the tattoo gun in the back room, I’m immediately itching for a new
tattoo. I have a sparrow on my right hip
in memory of my mother and a robin on my wrist to represent the bond Sass and I
share. Maybe Sass is right, and it’s
time to get that tattoo I’ve been wanting on my left hip.
Tripp is
leaning against the counter talking to a beautiful lady. She’s probably in her fifties, but time has
treated her well. There’s vibrancy in
her eyes as she’s chatting with Tripp, her face telling the story of a strong
woman. We approach the counter.
“Doll, Sass,
this is Momma C. And Momma C, you remember Rex.
This is Doll and Sass.”
Introductions
out of the way, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of comfort. Momma C gives me a feeling of home. Being around her reminds me of being with the
ol’ ladies of the club. The level of
nurturing and compassion that is held in the depths of Momma C’s eyes washes
over me. I’m smiling and I’m comfortable
here even with all the chaos surrounding my life. Tripp was right, I’m safe here. Even without meeting Jared it’s obvious Momma
C will protect those around her.
A man with spikey hair, gaged ears, and full
sleeved tattoos emerges from the back room.
He’s followed by a man that walks over to Momma C pulling out his
wallet, making it obvious he is a client.
Immediately, the spikey hair man greets Tripp and Rex with that man half
hug, back slap shit. When he’s done, he
stares at me momentarily. He extends his
hand. When I place my hand in his, he
holds it.
“Name’s
Delilah, but everyone calls me Doll. You
must be Jared.” I say looking into his
eyes. They tell the story of a strong
man.
“Beautiful
name for a beautiful woman. Tripp’s a
lucky mother fucker.”
I laugh at
his comment. “Tripp’s not my man.”
He pulls me
into a hug and whispers in my ear, “With the death glare he’s giving me, I
think he may disagree, Doll.” He kisses
my cheek before releasing me.
He greets
Sass quickly and escorts us to the back office area. The client is done paying, raises his hand in
a slight salute wave in goodbye as he exits the building.
“Mom’s
locking up. Here’s the key to the
apartment upstairs. I’ll be here the
whole time. No one will get to you without getting through me.” Jared informs us as he’s handing Tripp a key.
We go
upstairs to the tiny apartment and settle in.
Tripp’s in the shower. I update
Sass on what I now know on Delatorre.
Sass and I are restless, so we head back down to the tattoo shop. Finding Jared at a desk drawing, I smile at
his focus. He seems like he’s good
people, and maybe I shouldn’t have doubted Tripp. I need to learn to trust him.
“You need somethin’ Doll, Sass?” Jared asks looking up from his design to both
of us.
“I’d like a
new tattoo.”
“Sure thing,
whatcha thinkin’ of getting?”
“I want an
eagle on my left hip, stretching out in flight.
Not overly big, but in its talon, I want it holding a very girly heart,
not a lifelike heart, a feminine heart and a shield.”
He pauses,
as a strange look comes across his face.
“Doll, why do you want this specific tattoo?”
“An eagle
represents the freedom of the motorcycle club world I live in. It’s talon holding my heart and a shield for
protection. All my life I’ve been
guarded and loved by all of the Hellions, not just my dad.”
“You’re sure
you want an eagle and not the Hellions insignia?”
Irritation
consumes me. Why is he questioning
me? This is his job. I’ll pay for the damn tat. Cocking my hand on my hip, I glare at
Jared. “It’s not my place to wear the
insignia. Look, if you don’t want to do
the tat that’s fine, just say so, enough with the bullshit.” Looking over at Sass for some sort of comfort
as my frustration builds, she shrugs her shoulders like this is no big deal.
Hearing a
noise behind me, I turn to see Tripp in the doorway. His hair down and wet. With his arms over his head gripping the door
frame, and his jeans slung low on his hips, I can clearly see the toned ‘v’ of
his lower abdomen peeking out from his shirt.
The tattoos on his arms on display, as usual. Holy hell, he’s hot.
“What bullshit?” Tripp asks looking back and forth between
Jared and me.
“Nothin’. I wanted ink, but Jared’s asking eighteen
hundred questions like I’m trying to get married or some shit.”
“Hold the
fuck up, princess. Tripp may be
interested to know the exact tattoo you’re talkin’ about marking your body
with.” Jared pipes up. Sass backs away from me, leaving me inching
closer to Tripp.
“I wanted an
eagle with an outstretched talon holding a heart and shield. It’s whatever now, you guys seem to know
better. I’ll get my fucking ink
elsewhere. I’m going to bed.” As I start to move to the doorway, Tripp
moves his arms off the frame. Great,
he’s going to block my exit. Then, I
watch as he removes his shirt. The ink
adorning his body is all on display. I see
the tats of his forearms go all the way up his shoulders and he has a dragon
that peeks on both sides, maybe it wraps across his back. What has my attention though, is the large
eagle over his left shoulder blade is coming down with an extended talon holding
a lifelike heart and a shield.
He says
nothing, as his muscles twitch involuntarily.
Before I can stop myself, I’m standing mere inches from him, as I reach
out and slowly trace the details of the design.
I start at the white of the eagles head, delicately I outline the
bird. As I reach his talon, Tripp
stiffens underneath me. He grabs my hand
holding it to his heart, the very place the heart of the tattoo lands. He drops his head, our faces cheek to
cheek. His hair has fallen down off his
shoulder it tickles my face as his breathing sends chills down my spine as it
hits my ear.
“My name is
Talon Ward Crews. Talon is for an
eagle’s talon as its tool and its weapon.
Ward meaning guard and protector.
The eagle guards and protects my heart.”
He whispers to me.
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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