Final Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 9) (18 page)

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Ruby and Vida

 

“Te Amo, Vida,” I whisper before rising from our bed.

“Stay home and have a lazy day in bed with me, Ruby.”

“Killin’ me, love,” I growl. “I want nothing more than a day with you, but we got kids to feed. We both gotta work.”

“I know, I know. A girl can daydream, right?”

Moving onto the bed, I lie over her, the covers separating her body from mine. “Just think of retirement, Vida. Day in and out, you and me. We got a life sentence together, you and me. Let’s get these kids up and off to school then take our asses to work. After dinner, I’ll make sure to show you what we got together.” I tease her, trailing kisses over her jawline.

“Ruby, all these babies you wanted … Honey, we got years before they’re gone.”

I smile. “Good, that’s years I have to look forward to with you. Love knowing the woman you were, the woman you are, and baby, I can’t wait to keep falling in the love with the woman you become.”

“Shit,” she says, “you got me tearing up before work.”

“Givin’ you the truth, Vida. You’re my wife, my love, my life.”

“Love you, Ruby.”

“Love you, Vida.”

 

***

Catawba Hellions

Rex and Lux

 

“You want it, you take it.” I continue washing my hair with my cock standing proudly, waiting for attention.

The water is pounding onto my back, blocking her as my woman stands naked in front of me, skin glistening, nipples erect, and a sly smile on her face before she drops to her knees.

She grips my length, stroking me. Then she darts her tongue out, teasing the tip of my cock and flicking my piercing.

“Lux”—I put my hands on my hips—“you wanna play, you got three seconds to do what you want before I scoop you up and dive in deep.”

She smiles as she trails her tongue in a circle over the head.

My control is gone as need takes over.

Reaching down, I grip her under her armpits and pull her to stand. Before she can get her balance, I then bend down, throwing her leg over my shoulder and cupping her ass in my hands. I swiftly scoop her up, tossing her other leg over my shoulder, as I press her back against the shower wall and dive my tongue between her pussy lips, devouring her like it’s my last meal.

Her squeals of surprise quickly turn to cries of ecstasy as I lap up every bit of her juices as she releases around my tongue.

The pounding on the bathroom door has her shaking in my arms and in her voice. “Sorry, Axel, I’m okay.”

“Dad, really? You ever gonna be too old for this? I didn’t even know you were home. Shit,” Axel, my eighteen-year-old son, calls from the other side of the door.

“Language. You know how your mother feels about the shit. Now, I gotta fuck my woman. Then we gotta ride to the clubhouse.”

Lux laughs as we hear him call back to us, “And he talks about my language. Between Lux and Mom, there is always too many screams to decipher. I gotta get my own place.”

“That would break your momma’s heart, boy. Now go eat some oatmeal or some other healthy shit.” I lower Lux down to her feet but hold her tightly against my body.

I hear him mumble, “Whatever,” and back off the door.

Lux rolls up onto her toes to kiss me, making me need to be balls deep inside her, even as the water turns cold against my back.

“Damn, I’m one lucky fucker.”

“You gonna hit it, get it, and go?” She laughs as she wraps her arms around my neck, and then wraps her legs around my waist, rocking her pussy against my piercing as I adjust to hold her weight and slide it.

“Baby, I’m gonna hit it, I’m gonna give it, then get it, and I’m only goin’ for a small poker run. Then, you better be ready for round motherfuckin’ two.” I bottom out inside her as her walls tighten around me.

“Can’t get enough.” She bites my collarbone.

“Fuck yeah, Lux, won’t ever have enough of you.”

 

***

Shooter and Tessie

 

“Drea, Drew, if you don’t shut your mouths, it’ll be oatmeal for you.”

“He started it,” Andrea smarts off about her brother.

With the spatula in my hand, I use it to point at my face. “Does this look like a face that cares? I’m trying to give your momma breakfast in bed. Y’all wake her up, I’ll have you picking up pinecones in the yard for the day.”

“Axel is a lucky bastard,” Andrew mutters, not thinking I heard him.

I drop the spatula and move to the table to stand over my son. “One, your brother is no bastard, you hear me. Two, when you’re eighteen, you can get your own place, pay your own damn bills, and do whatever the hell you want.”

“Language, Andy,” Tessie says from the kitchen entryway.

“They’ve heard worse,” I defend.

She comes over and ruffles our son’s hair. “Don’t be jealous of your brother going to his dad’s house. He acts like you two. He gets bathroom duty at the clubhouse from Rex, so sit quiet, my boy, or you’ll miss out on Dad’s delicious pancakes.” Tessie looks at me and kisses my arm softly before moving to the coffee pot.

“Not how I wanted this morning to go.” I let my frustration with our twins known.

My wife looks at me with a devilish smile. “You spoil me.”

I smirk. “I damn sure try.”

She saunters over to me in her pajamas. When she is directly in front of me, she sips her warm brew from the oversized mug. “Breathe, baby, inhale.” She kisses my bare chest. “Exhale.”

“Oh, God, they’re gonna be all sappy and stuff,” Drea whines. “Drew, we gotta get outta here, like, now.”

I laugh as they scurry from the kitchen.

“Love you, Tessie.”

“I love pancakes,” she jokes, stepping back. “No one makes better pancakes than you, Shooter. Axel has always stood by that.”

I reach out to grab my spatula and playfully smack her ass. “You love my pancakes, huh?”

She pretends to be thinking hard. “And your bedroom skills. I do love those, too.”

I tap the spatula to my chest. “You wound my pride.”

Setting her cup on the counter, she moves into my space. She takes my wrist, moving my spatula to her chest where her heart beats and puts her hand to my heart. “I loved you before I knew I could love someone to that degree. I love you now. I love the man you are, the father you are, and the man who has always had my back.”

“Fuck,” I growl, getting hard and falling in love with this woman all over again. “I’m thinking you need to be pregnant again.”

She laughs. “Shooter, we have six kids, including Axel. We’re getting the first one grown; why are we starting over with diapers again?”

“You growing with my baby … Nothing better.”

“We’re already there,” she whispers then winks.

Throwing the spatula into the sink, I reach around her and pick her up, swinging her around. “My woman is having my baby … again! Fuck yeah!”

She cups my face in her hands. “Language, Andy, language.”

Her lips meet mine, and we seal ourselves together once again in a kiss. I can’t and won’t ever get enough of this woman.

 

 

“Charlie, come on, baby; let me put it in. Just the tip,” I beg Charlene, my high school sweetheart.

We have been dating for almost a year now. I even put on a suit and took the broad to prom. In the months that we have been together, I rounded third base more times than I care to count, and I have gone home with blue balls more times than I will ever admit.

She’s turned on, my fingers are saturated in her desire, but she won’t let me go all the way.

“College, Axel.” She rides my digits, reaching her crescendo while stroking me.

I’ve had sex before. In my mind, I can feel her walls clamp around me as her wetness surrounds my cock, only heightening the experience. I want to sink so deeply inside her that she will feel me in her throat.

“Charlie, I’ve not had my dick inside a pussy in almost a year. You’re killing me slowly. That’s the shit you want me to feel?”

She grabs my wrist, pulling me out of her. “Don’t give me shit, Axel. You won’t agree to come to school with me.”

“Club shit, Charlie. I’m Axel Devon Crews, oldest son to the prez and the VP to the Catawba Hellions. I can’t just check out on the club I was born to lead,” I try explaining.

“I love you, Axel. Come to school with me. See what life without the Hellions is like. You want my V-card. What kind of girl does that make me? A biker whore? What is it you say? A barfly? That’s not who I am.”

Her words anger me. “You knew who I was before we went out the first fucking time.”

“I thought you would change.”

I laugh in her face as I feel her words cut me deep.

Opening her car door, I slide out and lean back down, looking her in the eye. “Learn a lesson quick in love, Charlie. You take your partner for who they are, as they are. Don’t try to change ’em. That’s what the Hellions are. They take me as I am, for who I am, and whatever the fuck I wanna be later in life. It’s been real. Thanks for the lesson in heartbreak. It’s good to learn this shit early.” I slam the door and walk away.

The walk to where my Harley Davidson Sportster sits isn’t far, and it gives me time to clear my head.

Rex is the Catawba Hellions’ president, and Shooter, my stepdad, stands in as VP. They both have offered me college opportunities.

Mom always said I can be anything I want. I may not know what that is right now, but I know one thing: I don’t ever want to be led around by a broad using my cut, my cock, or my checking account.

Life is the road before me, parts aren’t yet paved out, but one thing is for sure, I will ride out with the Hellions Motorcycle Club in my blood and at my back.

The ride for life is love, loyalty, and respect. This is how I ride, because this is the legacy. This is how the Hellions ride.

 

 

~The End~

Please note: Ray and Zack Mitchell are characters from Cat Mason’s upcoming release Without Regret. These characters were written with her permission granted and her approval on their use in this context. Marco’s Gym and MMA boys from Florida are used with permission from author S.M. Donaldson and her Marco’s MMA series which is currently available through all major ebook retailers. Thank you.

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