I thrust my hips up at the same time as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She was lapping, sucking, and grinding into my hand. Two minutes later she came.
I wasn’t sure if she liked it, or if she was pissed. She turned into an animal growling and bobbing up and down so fast I was a little concerned with my well-being.
“You like it in your ass girl?”
She stopped, just like I expected, and looked up at me.
“If that’s what you want honey. Just. Be. Nice.”
“How about we try it after your shower?”
“Mmm perfect,” She said between licks. “Honey, does it always take you this long?”
“You can stop. Go shower. Relax and enjoy.”
“Sure thing, honey. Can I get you a drink? A snack?” She waved her hands in flight attendant fashion, and I shook my head ‘no.’
As soon as I heard the shower start, I jumped up and got dressed. I leaned into the bathroom.
“Something came up. I won’t be able to stick around.”
She leaned out of the shower and looked at me curiously. “Surely I should return the favor, honey.”
“Damn it. I wish you could, but as I said, something came up. Maybe I’ll see you around next trip.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
With that, I grabbed my bag and was out the door, dick intact. Fuck! This was not a good start to my relaxing vacation.
Thank god the cab was waiting. “2272 North Atlantic BLVD, please.”
One Ride (A Hellions Ride Novel)
Copyright ? Chelsea Camaron 2013
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Excerpt of One Ride(A Hellions Ride Novel)
By Chelsea Camaron
Chapter One
One Encounter
Doll
Shit! This one is going to be a mess to clean up, I think to myself.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I realize today’s barbeque is not just for the local Haywood’s Landing Hellions, but also for our affiliate charter and chapter clubs. Rather than the usual fifty or so bikers with their families, it’s more like two hundred of them here today. It’s a sight that most would be intimidated by. For me, it’s comfort. It’s the safety found in my family. Most of all, it’s my home.
Once a year, sometimes twice, my dad invites all of the partnering motorcycle clubs out for a huge barbeque. The Hellion’s control all of Coastal North and South Carolina, as well as a few areas in the Piedmont and Appalachian areas of North Carolina. They provide protection, shelter, food, and fun for all affiliate clubs traveling through. The Hellions are respected and run Carolina Country. Some of the clubs we protect passing through our territories are into the more illegal side of motorcycle club life, while others are more of a band of brothers traveling together. Our club walks a fine line in what they do and do not participate in. As a female, I’m sure there is much more that goes on in the club than I will ever be made aware of. Having such a large area to cover, Dad makes sure to show his appreciation for the smaller charters and chapters whenever possible. Times like this are about family and relaxing; business is off the table.
Our thirty acre compound area is now littered with bikes, trikes, and cars. Burly bikers abound. Ol’ ladies and kids are squealing and smiling at every turn. The kids are enjoying the food, games, bounce houses, and pony rides. It’s like a mini-freaking-carnival. With all the ol’ ladies present, the bar flies and hang around whores are at a minimum. Some aren’t so bad, but most annoy the shit out of me. They all respect the ol’ ladies and wives, though. It’s a good thing they know their place, too. My dad doesn’t tolerate any disrespect of a claimed woman in his club by anyone, but especially not from a bar-bitch just looking for a night with a Hellion.