Final Ride
The Hellions Ride
By
Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 15, 2016
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Everything I
have never had is right in front of me. Family, it’s mine for the taking. For
the first time in my life, I found stability in the Hellions MC. From the
ground up, I’ve been loyal to my brothers.
Now the time has
come when I may have to choose between the family I’ve never known or the club
I’ve built and given my all to.
Richard ‘Frisco’
Billings is the California kid who rode into Haywood’s Landing when the
Hellions were needing an extra man. As an original, he’s been with the club
from day one. After growing up with no real place to call home, he’s found
solid ground.
All of it
crashed around him when secrets were revealed and he found out he missed all
the formative years with his daughter being raised in an enemy’s club.
Amy Mitchell was
lost her whole life until she was found by the Hellions MC in a bad situation
with Felix Delatorre. She spent years with the club, rebuilding her life and
finding a place where she could belong.
When a new young
woman comes into the home she has with Frisco, will she still fit into his
world? Will Frisco find a way to make everything work together? Will this be
his final ride with the Hellions as life takes him down a different road?
Catch up with
all your favorite couples as every secret finds its way out of the dark and new
things are revealed, changing the club forever. This is the final ride for the
Hellions MC as we know it.
~Amy~
I shower
quickly, lost in my own thoughts. Stepping out, I dry off while ignoring the
mist-covered mirror. I have learned to dress and ready myself in minimal time
without looking at my reflection. As much as I don’t see the beauty in me
physically, Frisco does. How did everything so bad in my life land me in the
arms of a man so good?
I feel
delightfully sore in all the right places. Applying my lotion, I have this
peace with my body I didn’t have before. Things may not be off to the best
start with Frisco, but he wants me. He’s told me I’m in his bed. I had enough
bad in my life to know how to hold on to the good, even if it’s fleeting.
Frisco and I may not have forever, we may not have more than what we have
already shared, but in this time, it’s more than I ever had before.
My hands are
slippery from the condensation and my lingering lotion when I twist the
doorknob, so it takes an extra bit of effort to pop it open. Then I step out
into what is Frisco’s bedroom, looking down, only to be stopped by the firm
grip of a man’s hands on my arms.
Fear tunnels in
until I breathe deeply and inhale his scent.
“Frisco,” I say
on a whisper, my body relaxing.
“Don’t want shit
between us. Ain’t had to hesitate to say what I need to say or do what I need
to do with you for a long damn time. Thought we were good. Thought this was
right.”
Tears prickle
the back of my eyes. Are we going to be over before we even begin?
“We are right,”
I say softly. “Focus on what’s right in front of your face.”
He tips my chin
up to look at him. “Right in front of my face, huh?”
“Frisco, I’m
here. I’m gonna be here when the dust settles.” I pause. “Your daughter, that
young woman in the other room, she needs to know you are solid. Don’t lose
sight of what you’ve just got a grip on.”
“Good woman,
Amy. You’re a damn good woman.” He kisses my forehead. “Don’t know shit about
being a dad. Don’t know shit about taking care of a teenager. I do know what I
got right here.”
I can’t stop the
smile that spreads across my face. “Yeah, what’s that?”
“A beautiful
woman who will back me up while I find my footing in this fatherhood stuff. A
strong woman who pushes me beyond my past and into the present. Yeah, darlin’,
I don’t wanna lose sight of what’s right in front of my face.”
When his lips
meet mine, I melt. I’m not weak to him, but my body is. I know with Frisco I
could say no and he would stop right now. I know I am safe with him. My body is
safe with him. My heart is safe with him.
Right in front
of my face is a man who gives his all to those he loves. Right in front of my
face is a man who hasn’t had it easy, but he has endured. Right in front of my
face is a man who loves deeply, fights fiercely, and doesn’t back down from any
challenge life gives him.
Right in front
of me is my future. Right in front of him is my unconditional love, loyalty,
and a commitment to ride for life.
~Frisco~
Right in front
of my face is a woman of beauty, loyalty, strength, and courage. For years,
I’ve gone through life holding back. If tomorrow never comes, at least I have
given love a second chance. In the years Amy and I have had together, she’s
worked her way into my heart, my life, and I don’t want to let go of what is
just getting started.
Inhaling the
vanilla scent of her lotion, I run my hands up and down her spine as I devour
her mouth, needing to feel connected to her. When she moans, my cock hardens
against my jeans, rubbing uncomfortably. I haven’t had this much trouble
controlling my dick in years, and it feels good.
Everything with
Amy feels good.
Cupping her ass,
I pull her against me as I turn us and practically glide us toward the bed. Amy
squeals in delight as I lay her back on it and immediately take her nipple into
my mouth, twirling my tongue around it before blowing against her exposed skin.
I pull back and
laugh. “Your lotion tingles on my lips.” I kiss my way down her belly, sensing
her insecurities. “Relax, Amy. Every inch of you tells a story, baby. Don’t
ever doubt where you came from.” I tease her belly button with my tongue, and
she trembles under me.
“Frisco,” she
whispers.
“Your body was
made for mine. You were made for me.”
She traces the
tattoo on my rib with her fingertips.
“Amy,” I say on
a laugh, sliding my goatee over her sensitive skin. “I got that ink after our
first kiss. You get under my skin, baby. Have for a long damn time.”
“Frisco,” she
moans out as I tease her pussy lips with my goatee then flick my tongue over
her flesh.
“Do I get to
you, Amy?” I ask as I part her pussy lips with my tongue and suck on her clit
as she arches up wildly into my face.
“Yes!”
“Do I get under
your skin, Amy?” I use my fingertip to trace the circle of her entrance as she
tries to slide over me. I keep my finger just on the edge as I lap her clit
with my tongue.
“Yes!”
“Do you want me
inside you, Amy?” I lick then suck her clit, sliding one finger in torturously
slow. “Deep inside you, do you want me to slide my rock-hard cock in your wet
pussy and let you ride me until you can’t catch your breath, until your body
coats in a fine sheen of sweat?” I pull my finger out, only to ever so slowly
slide back inside her with two, in and out as I let my voice vibrate against
her sensitive skin. My goatee scrapes with each word. “Do you want me to fuck
you, Amy?” I hum against her as she shakes, her release continuing to build.
She’s on the edge, but it’s not time yet. “Do you want me to fuck you so long,
so hard, and so fast that your eyes feel like they will roll back in your
head?”
“Yes!” she cries
out, getting louder and louder as her need builds.
“Do you want me
to give it to you good, Amy? Do you want me get under your skin? You’re under
mine.”
“Yes!” She
thrashes wildly. “Please, Frisco, I need you in me.”
“Well, if you
need it, who am I to deny you?” I smile against her as I kiss my way up her
body, lining my cock up and sliding into her wet core, and sending her over the
edge in two thrusts before working myself to climax as she reaches her second
orgasm.
Hell yes, I
definitely love what is right in front of my face. This works. This is us.
USA Today Bestselling
author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination.
She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance,
erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar
men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to
oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero
who works hard and plays harder.
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