Final Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 9) (8 page)

Amy, short name for a somewhat short woman. Fitting. She is probably five-five at the very most which, given Frisco is only five-feet-eight or nine, this should work well for him. She is curvy in a pin-up girl way that could grace any plus-size catalog well, wearing a black pajama top with matching bottoms and fuzzy socks in neon green. Her hair isn’t wild like she’s been thoroughly worked over like a barfly, but she could seriously use a brush right now.

She stands just inside the room while I lie here, quietly staring at her. We remain in this awkward silence before she finally makes the next move, going to her dresser and pulling out clothes and a brush.

“I’m gonna get ready. If you want, I’ll be happy to call Sass, and we can take you to the store for personal effects and such.” Her voice comes out meek and insecure.

Who the hell is Sass? Is that a club name? Heaven help the girl if her parents named her Sassafras.

I study Amy. After every movement, she drops her head to the ground, avoiding direct eye contact.

How long has she been around the Hellions? Did they beat her into submission or something? Why is she so insecure?

The psych classes I took at night for additional credits paid off. I never thought the study of human body language could give so many tells into the personality of an individual without even having a conversation.

My mind goes to my mother, who took whatever Vic dished out because she somehow felt like she deserved it. Is that what life with the Hellions is like?

Fury MC was feared everywhere they went. I have never even had a first date because Vic made sure the word was out at my school that I was club property—whatever the hell that meant. I went to prom alone. Homecoming court, I was the only girl without an escort. I am quite possibly the only eighteen-year-old woman who’s only kiss has been with her hand.

Insecurities continue to build. Like blocks, one stacks on top of another and another. As the need to protect myself grows, so does the wall.

Plan. I need to plan.

Escape. Find my escape and start my life. There is no way I will continue living under the same rules, the same restrictions, the same dynamics between men and women. Club life isn’t for me. I have known it since I was a little girl. There has been one constant in my fucked-up childhood: My need to get out of this lifestyle.

No time like the present to get my stuff sorted, I suppose.

Clearing my throat, I fight back emotions as I speak to the woman who lives with my biological dad. “If you don’t mind, it would be appreciated.”

She smiles a sad smile at me.

Sympathy. I don’t want it. My mother raised me to be stronger than her. She raised me to be better than any motorcycle club. This is not the life she wanted for me.

Seeing Amy in front of me—this broken, weak version of a female—I know this is a confirmation that I am not the kind of woman to back down. I am not the girl to hang my head in shame. I am not the daughter of Fury MC who will be trampled all over. I may not desire to be an ol’ lady or a club whore, but I won’t be beneath any man, even if it’s his blood running through my veins.

Never have I focused on the strength needed to leave. I have lived my life in survival mode for my mother. She’s gone, but I’m not. I need to be strong. Fury MC wasn’t loyal to me, and my loyalty isn’t to them. The Hellions MC have no ties to me, and I want none to them. I’m going to do this for me. I will get out. It’s my vow to myself.

Find my strength. Find my escape.

Right in Front

Frisco has a daughter. Meeting her, seeing her, she is most definitely his; there is no doubt about that. Those eyes, the same eyes that have brought me so much comfort since leaving Delatorre, are set in a face that has the same sharp jawline. Those eyes that soothed every nightmare, bad memory, and chased the skeletons in my closet firmly away are the same eyes in that young woman. Only, in her dark depths lies a confliction I know all too well.

When Felix Delatorre blackmailed me into leaving with him then helping him, I was in my own personal hell. I didn’t know which way was left, right, up, or down.

The girl in my room, the girl in my bed, the girl who is a man I have grown to love’s own flesh and blood is a girl to be worried over.

Will she accept me? Will she let me help her? Will she take the olive branch I am extending?

Quietly holding my fresh clothing and brush tightly, I make my way around the room as if nothing is different from any other day, even as I feel her eyes bore into me. One thing I learned a long time ago: Sometimes all you can do is the next thing.

I don’t know what is in Shannon’s mind. I can’t begin to imagine. After going through my own hell from Delatorre, I can only empathize with the girl.

Having not been in touch with Frisco, I can only wonder how many days since her mother’s death. Has she had time to grieve? Does she even know the reasons behind the deaths of the people she once called family? Has she been given an opportunity to lay her mother to rest?

It’s not my place to tell her, and I will certainly not cross those lines. Still, my heart breaks for the innocence lost. Then again, I can’t help wondering what the young girl in my bed has already faced down and experienced in her short life.

My gut twists nervously. I know the lengths I was willing to go in the name of family. Will Shannon be the same? Will she hurt Frisco and the Hellions as she funnels through her emotions?

“I’ll be ready in about an hour, but there is no rush on your part,” I inform her, trying to ease the awkward silence between us as I reach the doorway.

“Thank you.” Her tone is somber.

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.

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.