“You’re perfect for me. You were made for me and me for you.”
Leaning down, I kiss her, slowly at first until I begin to drink her in, our tongues tangling. I can’t get enough. She is the air I breathe.
I back her into the corner of our cabinets where, gripping her ass, I scoop her up onto the countertop. She moans yet doesn’t stop kissing me.
I reach the hem of her shirt and begin to pull it up, but she tugs it back down.
“My marks,” she whispers against my lips, “the lights are on.”
My mind stops for a moment. Anger fills me that these men marked my wife for life.
Scooping her up, I wrap her legs around my waist as she holds my neck. I carry her to our bedroom and lay her on our bed.
Lying back, I let her get comfortable then step back to shut and lock our bedroom door.
Tapping the touch lamp on the side of our bed, I have light, but it’s not so intimidating with its brightness. It’s time my wife gets her body back.
When I go to lift her shirt, she again tries to tug it back down.
“Baby, those marks are life.”
Tears fill her eyes.
“Hear me out,” I plead as I lie down beside her and trace my hand up her shirt. “Every stretch mark they traced was created by us. Don’t let them take that away. They cut them; they cut you. But, baby, you stayed strong for our babies. You lived when most people would have given up and begged for death. Those marks aren’t something to hide, but something to be proud of.” I kiss her.
She doesn’t resist, and when her arms wrap around me, pulling me to her, I know she is out of her head … at least for the moment.
I pull back and slide her shirt up. Then, kissing my way down her body, I spend time giving attention to each stretch mark they touched, begging, “Let me plant my seed, Vida. Let’s make new life together. Let me grow your body once again with my baby.”
Reaching the waistband of her pajama pants, I slide them down with her panties, leaving her exposed to me. Then I trail kisses up the inside of her legs, alternating sides as I make my way up to her sweet juncture where I part her lips before licking and blowing as she arches her back.
She moans as she grabs my head, wanting more, her legs wrapping around my neck as I fuck her with my tongue then insert two fingers as I suck her clit.
“Please, Ruby,” she cries out breathlessly. “Ruben,” she whimpers as she spasms, her inner walls gripping my digits through her orgasm before her legs fall open, relaxing, coming down from the aftershocks.
I pull away and nip at her inner thigh. “You are my life, Jenna. Make life with me. I want another baby.”
When I look up, she bites her bottom lip, nods her head, and smiles.
I kiss her as I lie over her. “I love you, Jenna Castillo.”
“Just remember, I’m not signing shit.” We both laugh, having come so far. “I’ll be the one and only Mrs. Ruben Castillo.”
“For the past, for the present, and for the future, you are the one and only.”
I mean every word of it. She is my one and only.
Sometimes, you have to let someone go so you both can work on yourselves to be better for each other. The saying is true: if it’s meant to be, it finds a way.
I kiss her until she is pulling at me for more.
Getting up, I slide my sweats and boxers off before climbing back over my wife and lining up, sliding my hard cock into her slick, wet pussy. I groan in pleasure as she wraps her legs around me and thrusts her hips up to meet mine while I rock into her.
“Gonna plant my seed. Gonna make my woman pregnant with my baby.”
Jenna laughs. “No baby talk while we’re fuckin’.”
I laugh. “No, we can talk about making babies, just not about feeding or clothing them. If I had my way, we would make a baby every time I enter you. Our connection is that strong,” I say as I slide in and out of her.
“We make beautiful babies,” she whispers, tightening as she builds toward her climax.
“They have a beautiful mama from the inside to the out. She’s the life to our whole family,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her.
I hold myself deep inside her and let her inner walls milk me. Then my spine tingles and my balls tighten. I slide out and back in four more times before I explode inside of her.
We have heat.
Six Weeks Later…
“Are you sure he’s going to get the meaning behind this?” Pam asks me as we leave the garden supply store.
“If you knew just how many times he talks about planting his seed, you would get it.” I laugh.
“Look, it took me a while to understand the black picket fence thing with all the Hellions. I don’t even want to try to understand proposals, weddings, and pregnancy announcements.”
I shrug my shoulders. “We ol’ ladies have codes, too. A black picket fence is off limits for a barfly. I’ll cut a bitch if she comes in my house and thinks she can touch my man. Proposals, it’s about the ride, Pami, always about the ride for life. Pregnancies, I suppose it depends on your man. Mine happens to be like fertilizer: once he says he’s going to make a baby, it’s like miracle grow to my ovaries.”
She laughs as we head home.
We pull into her driveway, and she gives me a serious look.
“Do you think Boomer will miss not being able to plant seeds and watch them grow?”
I squeeze my friend’s hand. “I think Boomer planted his seed in your heart, and he loves watching you grow into the strong woman you are becoming. I think he finds his garden to be flourishing in the life you guys have made with Colt and Wesson.”
She tilts her head, deep in thought.
“One thing I’ve learned,” I tell her, “is don’t over-think. Don’t box yourself into what you think your man wants and don’t give up on who you are because, from the beginning, that’s the woman he fell in love with. Don’t ever doubt your place with your man, Pami … ever.”
She smiles at me. “He does love me through thick and thin.”
“Keep it simple, sister.” I wink at her. “One day at a time, ride it out.”
We hug, make our way inside her home, and I pick my kids up since her mom watched them while we went shopping.
At home, I laugh to myself as I bring in the bags. I really hope Ruben gets the double meaning.
I’m in the kitchen, making dinner, when Ruben comes home. He makes his way to me and his hands immediately grip my hips and pull me to him. With my back to his front, his head drops, and he nips my neck.
I smile. He can’t get enough of me, and I could spend the rest of my life loving this moment day after day after day.
“Well, hello, Ruben.”
“Vida,” he whispers seductively, sending heat down my neck.
I rock my hips back into him. “I’m going to burn dinner if you don’t stop.”
He backs away, laughing, and then goes to change.
The kids are all in their rooms, playing, when he finds me a few minutes later and wraps his arms around me from behind again. This feeling never gets old: safe, in the arms of the man who loves me. He could stand here, holding me while I finish cooking, but I have other things for him to handle first.
“Ruben, will you put those bags away for me please?”
He kisses my neck before he turns to the bags I left on the counter, opening the first one and laying out the item.
“A garden trowel?” He opens the second bag. “Gloves?” He opens the third bag and holds up the cushion with a questioning look on his face.
“Tools necessary,” I answer, continuing to stir my spaghetti sauce.
“Are we growing vegetables now or weeding out the landscaping?”
I laugh. “I know someone in this family who has been very big on planting seeds lately.” I turn to him. “I figure the garden trowel will be necessary to hide your money in the backyard if you want to save any. The gloves are for diaper changing time, and the cushion is becau
se we are getting older, Ruby. And when you’re on your knees, talking to my belly for the next nine months, you’re gonna need a cushion.”
His eyes grow wide when he realizes what I’m saying. “Life?”
I nod my head.
He scoops me up and spins me around. “You give me life. You give me love. We made more life.” He kisses me softly. “You are my every breath and every heartbeat. You are my world, my love.”
Tears fill my eyes as he sets me on the countertop.
He reaches into the pocket of his sweat pants. “I got this for you and wanted to wait until after dinner, but I can’t.” He opens the small ring box, and I’m flabbergasted as he pulls out the sparkling, black diamond, eternity band. “I know the road we’ve been on hasn’t always been smooth, so today, I give you this ring to recommit myself to you.” He looks into my eyes and heat blazes between us. “I love you, Jenna, for the past, the now, and the forever. I thank you and I cherish you for sticking it out in the good times and the bad. This is a circle that is unending, as is our heated ride in life together.”
The End…
Until the next ride…
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
Heated Ride
Ride With Me (Bonus story releasing Feb 29, 2016)
Originals Ride (coming Summer2016)
Final Ride (coming Winter 2016)
Roughnecks Series:
Maverick
Heath
Lance
Box Set Available
The Fire Inside Series:
Co-written by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt:
Kale
Regulators MC Series:
Co-written by Jessie Lane:
Ice
Caldwell Brothers Series:
Co-written by MJ Fields:
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger (coming April 2016)
Stand Alone Novels
Stay (Taboo Thriller)
Unexpected Game (Second Chance Romance coming 2016)
Four men, four families, four originals, one club.
Go back to where it all began so long ago for Roundman, Danza, Frisco, and the late Rocky Fowler. A life choice, a road less traveled, all coming together in the name of brotherhood.
Some found love, some faced loss, and others learned real loyalty. This is the story before the chaos. This is how the originals ride.
Ride With Me
(Hellions MC and Ravage MC Duel)
Coming February 29, 2016
Ride With Me - Hellions Ride
Do It Big
“Southern bred, southern fed, and Lux, I’ll damn sure be southern when I’m dead. Love you, babe, but New York ain’t the place to be.”
She laughs, and I bite back my instinct to smile. There isn’t a more beautiful sound in the world than my woman when she is happy.
“Rex, I didn’t say move there. It’s called a vacation.”
“Woman, I own Crews Transports with Tripp. Don’t you know, when you have your own business, you’re married to it!”
She flashes her left hand in front of my face, the very hand with my flashy ring on it.
“You could be married to me”—she pauses to meet my gaze—“in New York.”
Reaching out, I grab her skirt-covered hips and pull her to me. Her heels are so high she falls off balance and into me, just how I like.
My woman, my deluxe model, and my soon to be wife, Caroline. She is sassy and classy and, when she needs to be, trashy. She makes my dick hard and my hard-ass heart soften. There is nothing I wouldn’t give her … including a trip to New York.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, knowing damn well I will lay the world at her designer shoe covered feet.
“I have more than I ever thought I wanted already, Rex.” She turns her head away shyly, reminding me just how far we have come.
How did a corporate accountant manager tame me, Mister ‘hit it, get it, and go, no repeats’? Hell, she got me in a damn suit before I could even claim her as mine.
If my Fancy Nancy woman wants to get married in Central Park, then I will make it happen.
“Lux, you know how this works. If you want it, you’ve got it, but baby, you’ve gotta say it.” Leaning down, I kiss her. She opens, and I slip my tongue inside, getting lost in her mouth.
Her hands immediately go to my hair and release it from the usual knot on the back of my head so she can run her fingers through it. The pull only makes my dick harder as I back us up to our couch.
Sliding her skirt up and over her hips, I find her thigh highs and unclip the snaps to her garter belt so she has room to move as I fall back and take her with me, forcing her to straddle me on the way down.
Breaking our kiss, I growl, “I know what I want right now. You want the beast, baby?”
She purrs against my mouth, “Always.”
“Take it.” I take my hands off her and grip the back of the couch.
She reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans. Then I lift my hips as she slides them off.
Standing back, she unbuttons her top, exposing her lace bra. My deluxe woman teases me as she unzips her skirt and shimmies it down her legs. Unhooking her garter belt from her waist, she then removes it before propping her foot on the edge of the couch between my legs.
Unable to resist, I reach out and run my fingers along the edge of her thigh high before kissing her inner thigh and then putting my mouth against her silk-covered pussy. Using my teeth, I pull at the material and graze her sensitive skin while sliding my hands down her leg, taking her leg coverings off.
She rocks against my face, bringing herself to the edge, her hand on my forehead as she pushes me back against the couch.
“If I want it, I take it, remember?” she taunts me.
Unable to sit still as she removes the other stocking and her panties, I take off my shirt and lean back before she climbs over me. And that’s when I slide right into her slick, tight heat.
The sensation of her around my cock has me growing even harder. I grip the back of the couch tightly, trying not to explode like a fifteen-year-old inside a virgin.
She slides up and down as her manicured nails draw patterns over my abs while they flex instinctively. My balls tighten, but I refuse to go off until she’s gotten at least one good one … if not two.
I rock my hips up to match her rhythm as she rides me slowly and steadily. My seductress knows how to play my body like a damn instrument.
Growling, I fight not to lose control and take over, because I love when Caroline takes what she wants from me. There is nothing hotter than a woman who knows how to work me up.
Suddenly, my phone rings with Tripp’s ringtone. Dammit, I know I should answer. He’s my club president, business partner, but more than that, he’s my cousin by blood and raised as my brother. He’s also not one to call unless it’s business for the club or Crews Transports, and occasionally the call falls into bot
h categories. Either way, he’s not one to simply shoot the shit, so I should answer.
Regardless, my woman is on my cock, so the phone can wait.
As I give my attention back to Lux, my phone immediately rings again with Tripp’s ringtone.
Damn.
Caroline slides down on my dick and stills. Leaning over, she grabs my phone and hands it to me.
“Brother,” I answer as Lux rolls her hips, distracting me, “somebody better be dead or dying. If no one is bleeding, when I find you, someone will be.”
Tripp laughs. “Having some quality time with Lux, I see.”
“What the fuck do you want?” I growl.
I hear Doll, his ol’ lady, laugh in the background.
Caroline drops her head to my neck and bites as I reach up and roll her nipple rings between my fingers. No way am I going to let her work me over and not let her know she still has my attention.
“Got a nine one oh,” Tripp clips out, giving me the code for a Hellions’ transport. This isn’t personal business; this is club business.
“When do we roll out?”
“How soon can you be ready?”
Lux stills over me, and I see the disappointment in her eyes.
I drop my head back against the couch and blow out a frustrated breath. “How long are we gonna be gone?”
“Undetermined.”
Fuck!
“Tripp,” I start. “You know I have Axel this weekend.”
I absolutely hate letting my ol’ lady down, but it kills me to disappoint my son. I missed so much of his early years because I fucked over his mom, Tessie. Therefore, I don’t miss any time I get with him now. Thankfully, Tessie and her man Shooter understand my lifestyle. They should since Shooter is a Hellions brother, but they could be assholes about my schedule, and they aren’t. No, somehow in all the mess we made between us, Tessie and I found this new way to co-parent together.
Shooter takes good care of my boy, but he’s mine, and he’s so fucking amazing I still have to pinch myself to know I had a part in something so good.
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