Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) (15 page)

“
That’s not exactly the
reaction I was going for, honey.”

She covers her face. “You-you-you did
all this?”

“
Well, I was thinking more
along the lines of we and the future.”

“
Boomer …”

“
Pami, it’s been a long,
turbulent ride to get to this place. Not one damn thing has been
easy except thinking of my future with you and the boys. Giving you
everything you never had, carrying your burdens with you side by
side, that takes away the pain of the past.”

I pull the black, velvet box from my
pocket and drop to one knee in front of her. “Don’t over-think,
don’t overdo, just listen … I want to give you the simple life. I
want to be the man you turn to at night and smile at in the
morning. I want to be the man your boys look up to, and I want to
teach them to appreciate good when it’s right in front of them. I
want us to grow old together in this house that was a mess until,
together, we made it beautiful.

“
I was a mess before you
came into my life. I was drowning in regret, and you gave me a
reason to be again. Everything complicated became simple with you,
because of you. I love you, Pamela, and I want to ride for life
with you on my bike and by my side.

“
I am not a man of material
things; I am a man with a heart that beats for you and your
children. I am a man who is on his knee, giving you a promise of a
lifetime together—a lifetime where you will be safe; you will be
cherished; you will be loved. I am a man who promises to love your
children as my own and teach them what it is to be a man of honor.
I am a man who promises to walk hand in hand with you through the
good times and the bad.

“
Ride with me, Pami? Give
me the black picket fence? The simple life. Marry me,
Pami?”

“
Never in my life did I
believe fairytales or a happily ever after would happen again after
… everything.” She pauses, thinking. “Boomer, never did I have hope
in my hopeless situation. Nothing about us is simple, but
everything between us simply is. I would be proud to be Mrs. Nathan
‘Boomer’ Vaughn. I want nothing more than the simple ride with you
for the rest of our days.”

The End …

Until the next
ride.

About the Author

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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Other works by Chelsea
Camaron

Love and Repair Series
:

Crash and Burn

Restore My Heart

Salvaged

Full Throttle

Beyond Repair

Stalled

Box Set Available

Hellions Ride
Series
:

One Ride

Forever Ride

Merciless Ride

Eternal Ride

Innocent Ride

Simple Ride (coming 2015)

Heated Ride (coming Early
2016)

Originals Ride (coming 2016)

Final Ride (coming 2016)

Roughnecks
Series
:

Maverick

Heath

Lance

Box Set Available

The Fire Inside
Series:

Co-written by Theresa
Marguerite Hewitt
:

Kale

Mason (coming 2016)

Ryan (coming 2016)

Regulators MC
Series:

Co-written by Jessie
Lane
:

Ice

Hammer (coming 2015)

Coal (coming 2016)

Caldwell Brothers
Series:

Co-written by MJ
Fields
:

Hendrix

Morrison (coming December
2015)

Jagger (coming April 2016)

Stand Alone
Novels

Stay (Taboo Thriller)

Villain (Psychological Thriller coming
2016)

Heated Ride

Hellions Ride Series Book 7

The Hellions motorcycle club is a
commitment for life, one Ruben ‘Ruby’ Castillo believes
in.

His wife Jenna ‘Vida’ Natera de
Castillo has given her life to being his ol’ lady and the mother to
their three children. She takes her commitment to her man
seriously.

People change, and over time, passion
can fizzle. Life for Jenna falls apart the day Ruby no longer says
I do.

Keeping the fires burning in a
marriage is hard. Will the chaos of the club bring them back
together, or is it what pulls them further apart? Will these two
find the flame again? Will their love find a new spark on their
heated ride through life?

Coming Early 2016

Excerpt

Ruby

Eat. Sleep. Shit. Shower.
Work.

Ride.

Wash, rinse, and repeat. That’s my
life.

When did everything become the
same?

I walk into my home, and there is a
part of me that wants to turn and walk right back out the door.
Behind the stove—making an amazing dinner, I’m sure—is my wife, my
life, my “Vida.” Her long, dark hair is braided behind her back as
she studies the pan in front of her, humming to herself. Standing
in the doorway, I study her. I study our life.

There are worry lines on her forehead.
I remember when her face was flawless. My best friend’s little
sister, my amigo from way back, somehow worked her way into my
blackened heart. She filled every void I ever had as a boy and
helped me grow into a man.

Ride or die, she’s been by my
side.

I step into the living room where I
immediately step on a car little RJ left on the floor, and I can’t
stop the irritation that builds inside me.

When did my life go from dodging
bullets to dodging fucking toys?

Are we too comfortable? Is this all we
have left? Getting wrinkles and raising babies?

Vida looks up at me and smiles the
same smile she has smiled for the last fifteen years, the smile
that still brings my cock to attention.

I study her. She looks tired. No
makeup covers her face. She’s in sweats and an old T-shirt I could
swear each of our babies has puked on more than once. She sees me,
and still, she smiles.

Her body has grown. She has changed.
With the swell of each pregnancy, she grew and glowed. After each
baby, she got curvier. She isn’t large, but she is no longer the
tiny, no hips, tits, or ass she once was. No, my woman, my wife, my
life has curves.

Smugly, I think,
Yeah, I gave her those curves. Every time I
planted my seed so deep, I gave her curves.

I make my way to the stove where I
wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. I kiss her, and
she opens readily for my tongue to greet hers.

Now, this is the life.

Her arms wrap around my neck as she
kisses me back.

I’m lost in my woman’s arms, in her
mouth, and in her touch. No matter what goes on, I can get lost in
Vida.

She pulls away, still smiling. “I
gotta cook, Ruby.”

“
Turn it off, and I’ll
turn you on.”

She pats my chest before turning back
to her meal preparation. “Maybe later. The babies need to
eat.”

Babies, my ass. Our kids are now nine,
seven, and five. They can wait thirty minutes for me to take my
wife to the bedroom and have my way with her.

I move behind her and pull her braid
to the right, exposing the left side of her neck to me. I lean in
and suck … hard.

She pushes her ass into me to get
space. “I said not now, Ruby. Geez, I gotta feed the babies and
then move the laundry. I’ve been at work all day, and now I have a
house to manage,” she snaps.

I’m a motherfucking Hellion. Pussy is
thrown at me constantly, but not the pussy I want. When did this
happen? Where did the woman I married go? Where is the girl who
couldn’t get enough of my cock when we were mere teens?

When did everything change?

Here’s an Excerpt from

Ravage Me (Ravage MC#1)

©Ryan Michele 2013

Prologue

This was the life I was
born into, and bloodshed somehow always played a prominent part in
it. Today, everything was coming to a combustible head. With the
gun being held at my temple, all I could think about was
him
… getting him out of
here alive. The bitch had put so much time and energy into coming
after me, I knew it was coming. Now she had the most precious thing
in my life. I never knew how empty my life was or how love could be
so deep that it cuts you like a knife. I would do anything to get
him out of here alive. The gunshots began, and my eyes locked with
his. I prayed for survival.

Chapter 1

Harlow

2 years… 1 month… 5 days…

I had been living the perpetual
monotony of my life for exactly two years, one month, and five
days. It’s like my life was the epitome of Groundhog’s Day,
repeating over and over again, eating away at my soul.

I hated white. I couldn’t stand the
fucking color. Everywhere I looked was the same cold, damp,
sterility trying to suffocate me, forcing me to give up—to give in.
But that wasn’t gonna happen.

For seven hundred and sixty five days
of my life, I’ve stared at the solid block walls and cold prison
bars, only to be let outside for an hour a day. I knew it was for
my own safety, but I missed lying outside in the sun, feeling it
melt my skin, and wash everything away. In here, there was no
relaxation… ever.

I’m not gonna bitch. I’ve been
extremely lucky, and I damn well knew it. Without my Pops’
connections to guards and powerful people on the outside, life in
this place could have been a hell of a lot worse. Having my own
room has proved to be the best gig because, in there, those bitches
couldn’t get to me. They wanted me. I knew it. They all knew who I
was and what I represented. Payback hits on me would give them
status in their families and I wasn’t willing to give anyone
that.

Am I hiding? Hell no. I’d be more than
happy to take these bitches on, but not here. The shit these women
snuck in when no one was looking was deadly, and my goal was to do
my time and get out alive. I knew what these bitches were capable
of, and they knew my capabilities, too.

I’ve had my own incidents in here.
They were all club related, and getting help from inside made them
happen smoothly. It was help that I had to pay for, but I did what
needed to be done and didn’t regret a damn thing. I did it for my
family.

I may have a pussy, but I ain’t one.
I’ve got bigger balls than most guys out there. Even though I’ll
never be a member of the club, because it’s not possible, I always
hold my head up high. I learned at a very young age that bitches
didn’t ever get patched in, and I accepted that, but I’d be damned
if I acted like some pussy motorcycle club princess.

Growing up with the Ravage MC’s hasn’t
been easy. The life, the world, was different than civilian life
and I learned from the best. Ever since I was a baby, my life was
the club. Pops has been a patched member since before I was born,
and Ma’s always been by his side. Even though I was shielded as
much as possible, I’ve seen my share of death, guns, drugs, sex,
and blood in my twenty-five years than most people could tolerate.
This was my normal. This was my reality. I accepted that a long
time ago.