Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) (2 page)

She haunts me, too. Would she be proud
of the man I became? I doubt it. I killed people, a lot of people.
Does she understand it was my job? Hell, I don’t even
understand.

Oh, Momma, if you could see
me now…

Money doesn’t buy happiness. I don’t
have to worry about the bills getting paid, but the emptiness
inside me never fades.

~Pamela~

“
You dirty whore, I’ll find
you. If you ever even dream of leaving me, I’ll hunt you down like
an animal and gut you. Know your place, bitch.” The voice rakes
through me, his words sending fear right into my belly.

He has me against our
bedroom wall with his forearm against my stomach, holding me in
place as his other hand grips my neck painfully.

“
Your place is with me. For
better or worse, you’re with me, not her. She’s dead to you. I’m
your family now, Pamela!”

“
I wouldn’t leave you,” I
cry out to him. “Our family is everything.”

This is all my fault. I
knew I shouldn’t have answered her call.

My mother doesn’t
understand my situation. When she called today, I just knew he
would find out, and I would pay the price. I know she wants what’s
best for me, but she doesn’t know. She can’t see this side of him.
I can’t go anywhere. I can’t do anything. He will find out. He
always does.

“
Damn right it is. If you
ever leave, you do it without my kids. I’ll still kill you, but if
you take my kids, I won’t make it quick.”

Every word is laced in
menace, and deep down to my soul, I know he means every threat as a
promise. I was young and dumb to tie myself to him, the untamable
bad boy I thought I could make love me enough to change.

I was wrong. Dead
wrong.

“
I’ll kill you, Pamela! You
hear me? I’ll fucking gut you!” He squeezes my neck as he keeps me
pinned to the wall. I gasp for air as my lungs burn. “You can’t
leave me, baby.” His voice strains with emotion as the rush finally
passes.

His fingers loosen, and
then his lips crash down on mine.

I wake up with a jolt. Bringing my
fingers to my burning mouth, I touch my lips to prove to myself he
isn’t here. He hasn’t found me. I am safe. My kids are safe. Well,
two of them are.

The moment I think of her, tears build
behind my eyes, my chest aches, and the emptiness threatens to
consume me once again.

Baby Cannon. Oh, my baby
girl.
My heart bleeds for her.

Although I feel the need to check up
on Wesson and Colt, I know Momma would have reached out if anything
changed. As long as he doesn’t find her, he won’t find them. He can
find me, but I will die before I give up my sons. They are all I
have done right in this world. I couldn’t save their sister, but I
will be damned if he harms them ever again.

It is too early to go to work, but too
close to time for me to get up to go back to sleep.

My new life is not so different from
my old one. I clean houses. Doll hired me to clean the office, and
I found a new place amongst her family of bikers. I know being a
whore to a motorcycle club is far from glamorous. Doll and I have
an agreement: as long as I don’t mess with the men who have claimed
women, then I can hang around the club, and she will make sure I
have steady work.

Sure, the agreement began
as me cleaning only, but I found the guys had needs. I could make
an extra few bucks on my back and also keep myself tucked away.
During the day, I go from job to job, cleaning other people’s
messes while waiting to be found. In the past, I spent my day
cleaning
his
messes while waiting for him to find what I missed throughout
the day with two tiny toddlers running around and punishing me for
it. Now, my nights are spent under the rough hands of a Hellion
with their cock pounding away. Before my escape, I spent my nights
under the rough feeling of his hands while he pounded away, either
with his fists or his dick. I never knew which I would
get.

One day at a time, I get
by.

I will keep my kids safe. Their future
is everything to me, and I will make sure they have a better one
than their past.

Chapter Two

~Boomer~

Something in her eyes calls to me; her
soul pulls me to have her close. Underneath the wild woman she
portrays is a lost and scared female who is hiding from something.
I don’t know what, and it certainly isn’t my business, but I will
do whatever I can to keep her safe when she is with me.

We met under strange circumstances,
but call it destiny that I can’t walk away from her deep blue eyes,
body with curves that call to a man, and a pussy so tight it’s like
a vacuum sucking my dick deep into her hold.

Pamela is a barfly. She is here to
hang around for whatever guy wants to take her home from the club
for the night. Most nights in the last year, that man has been me.
The rest of the boys see us and have left her to be mine without a
problem. This has given us a year to be exclusive without being
tied to each other. The truth is that the more time that passes,
the more I don’t mind the idea of being tied to her.

I have fucked my fair share of women.
Pamela, though, she comes alive for me. Either the woman has never
had someone give it to her good, or she is one hell of an actress.
For me, she gives me purpose beyond just a hole to wet my dick in.
I get her off … I get her off like a damn rocket. She takes my
cock, and I make her explode.

I am trained in
detonation.
I wrap my arm around her
shoulders, planning to keep her tucked into me all night, smiling
to myself when she snuggles closer.

My cock comes to life as I trail my
fingers over her shoulder and back up to tickle her neck. She
sighs, and I get harder. Then she rolls over on top of me, grinding
that purple pussy over my throbbing cock, slickening me with her
wetness as she slides over me, rocking her hips.

Her lips come down on mine
as I slide my fingers between us and rub her precious nub in a
circular motion. Her chestnut brown hair is wild around her face as
her eyes, which normally hold such secrets, come alive in
ecstasy.
Oh, yeah, Pami, I’m going to make
you explode.

She grinds freely against my hand.
Just as her body tightens in anticipation of release, I flip her to
her back and roll over her, sliding home as I move us. I rest my
weight on my elbows and wrap her legs around my waist. Then,
covering her mouth with mine, I let my tongue fiercely tango with
hers as she fights to control herself while the sensations keep
rolling through her.

My cock slides in and out, in and out.
Purposely, I hold the tip steady at her entrance before I slam into
her, and she tenses around me as her orgasm crashes through her. I
still my cock as her muscles clinch and unclench, milking me. She
moans into my mouth before I pull back, sloppily running my tongue
over and around her nipples.

She pants beneath me as she tries to
gather herself. “Boomer,” she whispers breathlessly. Dropping my
head, I suck on her nipple hard, causing her to arch up and press
me deeper inside her. “Boomer,” my name comes off her lips in a
needy rasp.

I push back to my knees and move her
ankles to my neck. “Look at me, Pami,” I order, and her eyes find
mine. So much is hidden in her deep brown orbs.

I rub circles on the inside of her
ankles with my thumbs as I slowly move in and out of her pussy.
Trailing my right hand down, I let my fingers dance along her skin
until I reach her juncture where I rub her pussy lips, feeling the
bumps of her poorly done tattoo. She tenses at my touch.

“
One day, you will tell me
the truth.” She closes her eyes at my words. “Look at me, Pami.”
She again meets my gaze as she pushes my fingers off her folds.
“You’re safe with me. No matter what our pasts, I’m here in the
moment with you. Let go. Be free with me.”

I bring both hands to grip her thighs
tightly as I increase my pace. As I hit her walls harder and
deeper, she tenses while the buildup comes and my balls
tighten.

“
Boomer,” she cries out as
her body trembles and shakes beneath me, and I go over the edge,
filling her with my very essence and not giving a damn about the
possible consequences.

She grabs the back of her legs and
drops her ankles off my shoulders, spreading wide as I still fill
her with my softening cock. She tries to slide out from me, but I
grab her hips and hold her in place, our bodies still
connected.

“
Don’t panic on me now,
Pami.”

“
Panic! Boomer, I feel you
hot inside me. You didn’t use a condom. Doll is gonna send me
packing.”

I laugh. “Why would Doll need to know
I fucked you raw? What was it you said the first night … ‘Boomer,
anytime, anywhere, and any way.’ Those were your words.”

She thrashes her head back and forth
as I tighten my grip, keeping her pulled to me. Swiftly, her hand
comes up, and then the sting of her slap hits my cheek, the noise
filling the room.

Releasing her hips, I bury myself
deeper inside her as our bodily fluids mix together around my cock
and drip onto the sheets below her. Grabbing her wrists, I pin her
arms above her head. Then, leaning down, I breathe on her neck
before biting gently.

“
Pami, if you wanna play,
I’ll play. Pain with pleasure works well for me. Doll doesn’t have
to know I fucked you commando. I’m clean, and I know she makes the
girls get checked, so I know you’re clean. If you get knocked up …
Well, I guess there is another Hellion in the world. What’s the
problem with that?” I ask, trailing my nose along her collarbone
and down to her breasts where I stop to flick each nipple with my
tongue.

“
No little Hellions.” The
words come out in a pant, and I know she is getting turned on
again.

“
Pami, close your eyes,” I
whisper against her neck. “Picture it, a little girl with your
brown hair flowing down her back, deep eyes of whiskey, and my
smile. There wouldn’t be anyone more beautiful in the
world.”

She stills, completely freezes. “Stop,
Boomer. Stop!” she screams, wrenching her hands free and pushing me
off her as she pounds at my chest. “No girls! No kids! Get off me!”
She pushes again, this time throwing me off balance and sending me
sliding off my own bed. I can’t fathom what has her so worked up.
“No girls! No kids!” she continues yelling.

“
Pami, you know it’s more
than just fucking between me and you,” I say with my ass planted on
the floor as she rushes around to gather her clothes.

“
No, Boomer! No! No!
No!”

~Pamela~

A little girl with long, brown hair.
My chest physically hurts, and my body aches to be filled with my
baby again. Twenty-four weeks gestation … the hospital bed, the
pain—it all sits in the forefront of my mind. The contractions
wouldn’t stop, the rapid succession building and
building.

“
Push
,” the emergency room nurse who moved me to maternity cried
out.

They couldn’t stop her from coming.
They couldn’t stop my body from giving up on her. They said my best
hope was the Neonatal team. Only, Cannon Marie Williams was born
without the cries of a newborn as she was thrust from the womb.
Cannon didn’t have the heartbeat of a baby on the path to
life.

The doctors and nurses rushed her away
to work on her. I listened while, in the corner of the birthing
room, they counted the compressions as they fought to bring life
back to the blue body of my baby girl. It was a losing battle. She
was gone. At his hands, I had lost my name, my body, myself, and
more than anything, I had lost my baby girl. Nothing would ever be
the same again.

Scurrying around, I throw on clothes
without looking at Boomer. We have gotten close over the last
year—well, as close as two people can get when you both have
secrets, big secrets. Obviously, he is in too deeply with
me.

My body trembles as I feel the wetness
drip down my leg. Does he have any clue what could have happened if
I hadn’t had my tubes tied after losing Cannon?

Tears well up in my eyes as I think
about his soft words of having a baby with me.

“
Pami,” he calls
out.

“
You don’t know me,” I call
out over my shoulder, giving him an ice cold stare.

Walking out of his room, I tug on my
clothes and don’t look back as I hear him get up. I’m at his front
door when I feel him watching me. Turning the knob, I
freeze.

“
This is how you want it to
be?”

I sigh and open the door.

“
You makin’ your place on
your back?” There is sharpness in his tone, finality, it seems.
“Pami, it could be on the back of my bike.”

I don’t look back. I don’t stop. One
foot in front of the other, I move forward.

“
I’ve always known my
place,” I whisper as I close the door behind me.