Title: One Ride (The Hellions Ride)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: January 2014
Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She
never imagined a Hellion would come along and 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 to a charter club, 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 sparks between them. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless. Constantly in close confines
together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the attraction between them? 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 ‘Daddy’s
Girls’ 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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Excerpt 1
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
*Warning mature content ahead- this scene is explicit so only post if your blog is set for adult
content please*
A few beers later, Tank and I are playing pool in the back corner room. Three women come over
to our game. For a bit they watch and giggle to each other. One is a bottle blonde, short only
five foot, one or two. She’s wearing a black mini skirt that barely covers her ass, a navy blue
halter top that her boobs are screaming to be let loose from, topped off with those fuck me heels
that women love to wear and men love to feel digging into their backsides. The other two have
dark hair, one is taller, maybe five eight or nine, the shorter one closer to the blonde’s height.
The taller broad, is in a little black strapless number that she clearly doesn’t realize one ass cheek
is already hanging out of. The shorter one, obviously more reserved than the other two, is in
jeans and a fitted shirt. She walks away, returning to wherever they came from.
The blonde approaches me, with a smile that says seduction. She licks her lips as she trails her
finger over my cut. Stopping, she breathes into my ear.
“I have a pocket you can sink into, biker.” She whispers.
“Is that so?” I reply, looking over at Tank. Her taller friend has now approached him and is
mauling his face in what I believe to be extremely drunk kisses. I watch as Tank wraps his hand
in her hair. Tightly, he pulls back on her, to slow her pace. He’s taking control, and soon going
to take what he wants. Returning my attention back to the bar fly beside me, I move so she’s
pinned between me and the pool table.
Taking the hint, she pulls me up against her. I lean down, she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but
instead I whisper, as I breathe heavily on her neck.
“Darlin’, are you sure? Be ready, I’m going to fuck you hard, fast, and rough. Right here, in
front of your friend, my brother, and whoever decides to walk in. Once I start, I’m not going to
stop. Say no now, and walk the fuck away. Otherwise, take your panties off and stick them in
my pocket. Then turn around and bend your ass over the pool table bitch.”
Without hesitating, her panties are now in my pocket. Pulling her skirt over her waist, her bare
ass is now shaking in front of me. Getting a condom out, I unbutton my jeans and stroke my
dick. As I’m getting hard, I look over to see Tank is already working his girl over. Her legs are
wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and her head back as she’s moaning in ecstasy.
Damn, they were quick to get to it.
Reaching around her front with my right hand, I slide up her thigh. At her juncture, I slowly
tease her pussy lips with my fingers. Spreading them apart, I circle her clit as she rocks back
on to me, seeking more. I increase the pressure and the pace on her clit. My dick is hard and
pressing against her ass. She looks over her shoulder, down at my dick. Seeing the silver
jewelry at the tip, she smiles.
“Fuck me, biker. Take that big, pierced cock and fuck my ass.”
If that’s what the hell the slut wants, who the hell am I to say no? The bitch wants it rough, fine.
She’ll feel this shit for days. I push her head down onto the pool table. Removing my hand from
her clit, I roll the condom on. I kick her legs further apart. Taking a few moments to finger her
pussy, I use her own juices to start inserting my finger in her ass. Once she adjusts to the first
finger, I add a second. With my other hand, I’m rubbing the head of my penis against her clit,
letting the piercing apply that added sensation. She’s now rocking back rhythmically on three
fingers. I remove my fingers and slowly insert the tip of my cock. I give her body a moment to
adjust to my girth, as I inch in further. She’s tiny and there is no way I’ll be balls deep without
hurting her. Her ass is tight and the lube from the condom isn’t enough. Once I’m inside her
a good bit, I reach around with my left hand and massage her breast at the same time I begin
rubbing circles on her clit. I tease the entrance to her pussy with my fingers. As I do, she rocks
back engulfing my dick in her ass. It’s warm, soft, and so tight. I insert two fingers inside her
pussy as I pinch her nipple. She rocks against me as I begin pumping both my dick and my
fingers in and out of her. She’s clinching around me as her orgasm is building.
“Oh, oh, oh…yes…I’m coming.” She screams out so loud Tank and his play thing stop fucking
to turn and watch us.
As she’s going through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she starts to raise her head up. I push it
back down, as remove my hand from her pussy and my dick from her ass.
“I’m not finished yet. Bitch, stay put.” I say as I hold her down onto the pool table.
Fast and hard, I thrust my dick in her pussy now. I set a quick, intense pace, ready to get off and
move on. Within a few hard thrusts, I allow my mind a moment of wondering, imagining the
face of a doll, I come in the condom. Finishing, I pull out. Removing the condom, I tie off the
top, and toss it in the trash can in the room. Adjusting myself, I zip up my pants. Looking over,
I see Tank is finished as well. His girl already sporting a pouty face as mine is still bent over the
pool table like she doesn’t know what just happened.
Deciding I am done for the night, I grab my beer, nod to Tank that it’s time to go. He follows
me out of the room, leaving the two bar flies behind. They both call out to us. Rather than turn
around and acknowledge them, I flip my middle finger over my head at them as we make our
way by the bar towards the exit door.
Excerpt 2
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?”
Excerpt 3
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
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.
Excerpt 4
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
The thoughts of having her like this for my lifetime brings warmth deep inside of me. Today, I
bring her back to my house. Tonight, I will have her in my bed. Tomorrow, I return her to her
world. Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my lifeline. Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my heart because
when I leave, I leave it with her. As much as it’s going to suck, I’m going to leave her. It’s
going to crush me, but I’m going to walk away. The other thing Pop’s always said, “Don’t give
your woman unnecessary pain.” My life would be unnecessary pain for Doll.
I have all of today, tonight, and tomorrow’s ride to make sure Doll knows she’s my treasure.
Starting in this moment, when I gently rub the back of my hand against her face. Knowing she’s
asleep, I share what’s on my mind.
Whispering to her, “You’re everything, Doll. You’re the good in me. When the days get long,
you’ll be what pulls me through. I’m gonna let you go, but I’m always gonna carry you with
me.” I watch her breathing.
No longer able to contain myself, I move to kiss her forehead. Rolling her over, I kiss her
cheek, then her neck. She’s waking up under me. I take my time trailing kisses over her neck
and collar bone. She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair. Our eyes meet. The
words are on the tip of my tongue, but unable to come out. I see the love this woman has for
me in the depths of those piercing blue eyes. Does she see what I feel for her? Does she see
the man behind the bike? Rather than speak the words, I spend my morning making love to her
body. Taking in every second of this and committing it to my memory in a way to last me a
lifetime.
Tomorrow, she’ll be home. Tomorrow, our ride will end. Tomorrow, I’ll be man enough to
walk away. We’re in too deep. I never should’ve let this happen, emotions and entanglements
are things I don’t do. Today, I’ll give her all of me. Today, I’ll take everything I can. Today, I’ll
let my weakness for her consume me.
