Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) (13 page)

“
It’s not that.”

I blow out a relieved
sigh. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I need to see her. I
will give her time if she really wants it, but after everything, I
need to hold her. I need to inhale her sweet, cinnamon smell and
squeeze her amazing curves.

“
Boomer,” she whispers, “I
live in a doublewide.”

I laugh. “I’m very aware of where you
live. I don’t give a shit.”

“
Boomer, I live in a
trailer,” she stresses.

I don’t get why she would
be embarrassed. Her home now is probably four times the size of the
trailer she had in Catawba, and it’s got more square footage than
my cabin.

“
I don’t care where you
live, Pami,” I try to reassure her.

She laughs, and I swear it sounds
better than an angel singing from Heaven.

“
Boomer…” She draws out my
name, and I love that sound. “I live in a not well insulated
trailer with two children, and you drive a Harley Davidson
motorcycle with those loud as hell pipes.”

I erupt in uncontrolled
laughter.

“
Boomer, this isn’t funny.
I don’t want to wake the boys.”

“
Oh, honey, I don’t wanna
wake the boys, either, but I’m sure by now they are used to the
sounds of a motorcycle and won’t stir.”

I hear her sigh softly. “If you’re
sure you aren’t gonna wake my boys, then what the hell are you
waiting for? Get over here.”

“
There’s my firecracker,” I
say, rubbing my beard. “See you in a few.”

After disconnecting the call, I waste
no time in getting to her house where she is waiting out front,
which surprises me.

As I pull up, she comes down the
steps, and my first thought is to build her a porch.

Damn, I have it bad. I can see me
grilling on her front porch, drinking a beer before tossing a ball
with her boys. I want this. I want this in a way I have never
wanted anything before.

She stops just shy of the
bike, and we sit there momentarily, watching one another. We are
far from strangers, but the weight of change hangs heavily between
us.

In front of me stands everything I
never knew I wanted in life. In front of me is a pillar of strength
and sacrifice. She would give anything to give her boys a safe
future. I would give anything to give her a better future than she
could ever dream.

“
I … Boomer, I—” she
stutters. “I don’t want to risk the boys waking and you being in
the house.”

I smile. My woman is the
best mother to her boys, and that in itself is a bigger turn on
than anything in the world.

Beauty isn’t about big
tits, a round ass, and blonde hair. Beauty comes from the inside
and shines out. It’s not about having a pussy that can milk a cock
or lips that can suck the hardest. It’s not about the outward
appearance. Some of the most outwardly beautiful women in the world
are the biggest bitches to ever be around.

No, beauty is the woman who can look
beyond herself and give everything to those around her. Beauty is
the sacrifice a woman makes of herself, of her body, of her mind,
and of her heart to carry another being within her and breathe
life.

My mom was the most beautiful woman in
the world … until I met Pamela.

The sparkle in her eyes
when she thinks of her kids, the dedication she has to giving them
more in life than the wrongs of their father, and the determination
to see them thriving even at the greatest cost to herself, that is
beauty.

I reach out and take her
by the hand. I want to kiss her, but I know in this moment, if I
do, I won’t stop. She’s a mom, and the last thing I will do is fuck
her on the front lawn, even if the caveman inside me wants
to.

“
Ride with me?” I ask with
a smile.

She looks deep into my eyes. There are
no secrets between us now. I know the path she has walked has been
far from easy. I know the life she has led has made her a little
jaded. All of that is over now. I will give everything until my
dying breath to make sure she never feels pain like she has endured
ever again.

She smiles back at me. “Anytime,
Boomer.”

Without hesitation, she takes the
helmet from behind me and puts it on before climbing behind me. Her
thighs are snug around me, her chest pressed against my back as her
arms wrap around me. I have no sissy bar, so she leans into me,
settling in.

I breathe deep.

Comfort. Trust. Faith.

Love.

I look to the sky above
where the stars shine brightly tonight, and I can only hope my mom
is smiling down at the man she sees today. I will give everything I
have to make Pami’s life better than it’s ever been
before.

I tip my pointer finger to the sky in
acknowledgement to the woman who gave me life before I twist the
throttle and pull away with the woman who gives me new life today
firmly behind me.

~Pamela~

The wind circles around us, but all I
feel is him in front of me.

Is this real? Boomer is
really here for me?

I look up to the stars in
the sky. Is this my second chance at life, at love?

Having this time to
rebuild my life, I have learned to appreciate all that Boomer has
given not only to me, but to my boys and my mom. No longer does my
mom have to lie awake at night, wondering if I am going to call her
from a hospital, telling her Dennis has taken more than the life of
our unborn daughter. No longer does she have to worry something
will happen to me and she won’t know. No longer does she have to
carry the burden of raising my boys on her own. Boomer and the
Hellions have taken us into the fold and given us all everything I
never thought it was possible to have.

I didn’t think it could get any better
… until he showed up today. Having Boomer here, kissing me,
touching me, taking me for a ride, it is so much more than I ever
imagined. Having a real chance to have something with him, icing on
the cake of my new life.

I squeeze tighter as the
pavement passes under us. We reach the high-rise bridge that takes
us over to the beach, and I feel the wind whip around us, and the
salt in the air fills my lungs.

He makes the right at the
light and takes us down the winding road to ‘The Point.’ Parking,
we get off the Harley then make our way beyond the gate to the
sandy beach.

The waves crashing on the
shore are a soothing reminder that my life is good now. Hit after
Hit, my life was pummeled, but there is no more crashing around
me.

I reach out and take Boomer’s hand. He
has given me the freedom to be here in this moment without
hesitation.

I inhale deeply, the smell
of the beach invading and comforting me as we walk to the dunes
where Boomer sits against one then places me facing the ocean with
my back to his chest as I sit between his legs.

“
Pami …” He starts
massaging my shoulders. “I missed you.”

I moan as I relax into
him. “I missed you,” I whisper back.

We both stare out and watch the waves
come to shore as he continues to rub the tension from my shoulders
and neck.

He kisses my temple.
“Future looks good.”

I turn to face him. Cupping his chin,
I run my thumb over his beard. “You are beautiful.”

He laughs. “I’m far from
beautiful.”

“
You’re amazing,” I
whisper, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Not many men would
find me worth—”

“
Shhh,” he interrupts.
“Pamela, do not finish that sentence. You’re worth it, your boys
are worth it, and the life we are gonna have together is worth
everything and more.” He kisses my forehead. “Never had something
to live for until you and now your boys. My drive, honey, my
everything is you and what we can build together. The future is
looking bright.”

He is so certain, and I
can’t help feeling confident in the future we can build
together.

Moving in, I brush my lips
to his. Twisting, I then crawl up him, pushing him back against the
side of the dune as I go. I use my teeth to pull at his bottom lip,
the feeling of his beard tickling my chin as he growls and leans
into me while his hands come around to squeeze my ass, pushing my
body into his.

I feel alive. In his arms, I feel
safe, cherished, and I feel like a woman who is wanted.

My nipples harden behind
the cotton material of my cheap bra. I push the insecurity away as
his mouth opens and his tongue meets my lips, seeking entrance I
gladly give. Our tongues mingle and explore as I slide up his body,
resting my hips over his, feeling him harden against my belly,
which makes me want more.

He pulls back and breathes
deeply. “Pami, it’s not about this. You don’t have to—”

I cut him off with a kiss.

Once we are both
breathless, I pull away to look in his eyes so he can see there are
no more secrets between us. “I want this, I want you, and I want a
future between us.”

He slides his hands up my
back then pulls my head down to his lips as he kisses me with
passion, lust, and desire.

Moving, I straddle him
then push his cut off, smiling as he leans up and pulls his shirt
off. I do the same with my shirt. Before I can remove my bra,
though, his hands pull my breasts from their cups, and he tweaks
one nipple as he takes the other in his mouth and sucks. I arch
back, giving him better access. My core aches for attention as I
grind my jeans over him.

“
Boomer,” I cry out as his
hands move to unbutton and unzip my pants. “More. I need
more.”

He slides them over my
ass, letting them tighten around my thighs as he dips his hand
inside my panties and rubs my pussy, circling my clit before he
pulls his hand away.

I groan at the loss of
contact.

“
Stand up. Pants off.
Panties, too,” he commands as he pushes back to unbutton and unzip
his jeans, freeing his cock.

I lick my lips in desire
as I do as told. Then he takes my hands and guides me to stand over
him. Grabbing my ass, he pulls my pussy to his face. His tongue
separates my lips, and then, using his thumbs, he massages inside
my thighs at the edge of my pussy, relaxing my muscles more as he
licks, nips, and then sucks on my clit. My legs tremble as my
orgasm builds.

“
Let go, beautiful,”
Boomer says against my pussy before grazing his teeth over my outer
lips.

He uses his fingers to
expose me then slides his thumb inside. He draws lazy circles at
the very edge of my entrance as he blows against my
clit.

Anticipation builds before
his mouth is hot against me, his tongue flicking against my clit
and sending me soaring.

When I can’t hold myself up, he moves
me to straddle him.

“
We can stop,” he
whispers.

“
Boomer, I want this. I
want you.” I take his cock in my hand and stroke twice, feeling the
pre-come at the tip. Then I bite my bottom lip as I guide him
inside me.

Wrapping my hands around
his neck, I slide up and down his length as he looks deep into my
eyes. Unsaid emotions are passing between us. No words are needed;
we simply are. Boomer and me.

He cups my ass as he lets
me take my time and savor the sensation of him connected to me and
filling me. I grind down until I can’t go any farther and roll my
hips, pushing my breasts against him. My bra pushes them higher,
and Boomer obliges by taking one in his mouth and sucking hard
while his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, making my pussy clinch
tighter around his cock.

“
Boomer,” I cry out as the
sensations overwhelm me.

“
Give it to me, beautiful.
Give it all to me,” he whispers, looking into my eyes.

“
It’s all yours,
Boomer.”

“
Love you, Pami. Took a
long time to figure shit out, but real deal, simple as that, I love
you.”

Tears fill my eyes. “I
never thought I would feel this way, never thought I would have it
so good.” I slide up then down again, stilling myself to look into
the dark brown eyes that have been my safe haven for so long now.
“I love you, Boomer.”

At my words, he takes over
and begins to guide my hips, never taking his eyes from mine. As he
picks up the pace, my walls tighten and my release builds. The heat
of his explosion inside me sends me over, and I come around him,
moaning in satisfaction.

He holds my hips down as
he finishes spilling his seed inside of me, and I drop my head to
his shoulder as I try to bring myself back down.

He pushes my hair back off
my shoulders. “Beautiful. You are simply beautiful.”

I smile against him. I
could get used to this. I want to get used to this. I want more of
this, and I never want it to end.

Epilogue

~Pamela~

One Year Later …