One Ride
Book One of the
Hellions Ride Series
By Chelsea Camaron
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?
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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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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?”
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