She laughs but quickly kisses me back. When I finally pull away I do so with a smile on my face.
“Life sends us on many journeys,” I begin. “Some are quite unexpected. Life set me on this path to you, Yesnia.”
She blinks and I can see she feels shy in front of so many people but I don’t care I have to tell her.
“You’re here today in my world as my woman. You took a leap of faith and it gave me the gift that is you. Yesnia Dominguez-Almanza, I fuckin’ love you. I love this club. I have given my all to have this life and I want this life to continue with you.”
I drop to one knee in front of her as I remove the small box from the pocket inside my cut. The pear shaped three carat solitaire glistens under the sun shining.
“Every ride, every turn, every curve, I want to take them all with you. Baby, once you told me you wanted a man who would bleed for you. I promise to do that and more for the rest of our days if you will be my wife. Yesnia, will you take this ride in life with me?”
She nods her head as tears fill her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Standing, I slip the ring on her finger.
Pressing my lips to hers, I whisper, “Gonna ride with me forever, baby?”
She smiles as she pulls away. Her words will forever be my most treasured memory.
“I love you, Axel Crews. I’m gonna ride with you, but more than that, I’m gonna ride with the Hellions, baby, forever.”
Yes, our road was hard. If asked to do it all again, would I? If her father stood before me and asked me to bleed for it?
This feeling right here … The completeness in my very soul tells me the answer will always be yes.
The love I have for her, yes, I will always be willing to bleed for it.
The End
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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 (Hellions MC and Ravage MC Duel with Ryan Michele)
Originals Ride
Final Ride
Hellions Ride On Series:
Hellions Ride On Prequel
Born to It
Bastard in It
Bleed for It
Breathe for It
Bold from It
Broken by It
Brazen being It
Better as It
Blue Collar Bad Boys Series:
Maverick
Heath
Lance
Wendol
Reese
Devil’s Due MC Series:
Serving My Soldier
Crossover
In The Red
Below The Line
Close The Tab
Day of Reckoning
Paid in Full
Bottom Line
Almanza Crime Family Duet
Cartel Bitch
Cartel Queen
Romantic Thriller Series:
Stay
Seeking Solace: Angelina’s Restoration
Reclaiming Me: Fallyn’s Revenge
Bad Boys of the Road Series:
Mother Trucker
Panty Snatcher
Azzhat (Dec 2019)
Santa, Bring Me a Biker!
Santa, Bring Me a Baby! (Dec 2019)
Stand Alone Reads:
Romance – Moments in Time Anthology
Shenanigans (Currently found in the Beer Goggles Anthology
She is …
The following series are co-written
The Fire Inside Series:
(co-written by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt)
Kale
Regulators MC Series:
(co-written by Jessie Lane)
Ice
Hammer
Coal
Summer of Sin Series:
(co-written with Ripp Baker, Daryl Banner, Angelica Chase, MJ Fields, MX King)
Original Sin
Caldwell Brothers Series:
(co-written by USA Today Bestselling Author MJ Fields)
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger
Stand Alone Romance:
(co-written with USA Today Bestselling Author MJ Fields)
Visibly Broken
Use Me
Ruthless Rebels MC Series:
(co-written with Ryan Michele)
Shamed
Scorned
Scarred
Schooled
Box Set Available
Power Chain Series:
(co-written with Ryan Michele)
Power Chain FREE eBook
PowerHouse
Power Player
Powerless
OverPowered
Breathe for It
What’s next for the Hellions MC?
Breathe for It
Hellions Ride On 4
Life rarely gives us a second chance at love. These two find it in this passion-fueled ride.
Crunch
I don’t know where it all went so wrong. I was born a Hellion. I breathe for the club life, but at every turn I put it all at risk.
I am Rhett “Crunch” Oleander.
I am still finding my way since losing the one person who meant the most.
Jennissey
Once upon a time I believed everyone had this good inside of them. Now, I see the darkness in every single person.
I am Jennissey Rose Rivera.
Family over everything, even if it kills me inside every single day.
She’s the only taste of Heaven he’s ever had. When given a second chance, he’s refusing to let go. The question is will she walk away again or hang on for the ride?
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Crunch
Excerpt from Breathe for It
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
Immediately, she rolls to her tip toes and presses her lips to mine. The same spark that hit me the very first time I put my lips to hers rushes through me again. It’s crazy the way she makes me feel.
“Oleander,” Coach Orr says sternly, “break it up.”
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Jennissey pushes away and immediately I want her lips connected to mine. I let out a low groan.
High school sucks.
I’m so ready to be done with this place. Life is in front of us and I’m ready to take on the world.
Taking her hand in mine, I lace our fingers together as we walk to class. Mrs. Davey gives the same soft sigh she does every day when we walk in together.
“Good morning, Rhett, Jenni, hope you’re ready to learn!”
I swear to fuck this woman thinks it’s her job to be fucking sunshine or something. Mrs. Davey is four-feet-eleven, brown hair she always wears pinned back in a bun, round rimmed glasses, and a Hufflepuff pin always attached to every dress she wears. She is a self-proclaimed super nerd and proud of her Harry Potter obsession.
Me, I’ve never read the books. Mom forced a family night where I watched one of the movies. My older brother, Red, he watched all the movies with mom; but me, I dealt with the single one my dad said we had to sit through, and that was it.
Truthfully, I’m not Red. He’s the golden child.
Four boys.
I guess Mom needs one of us to be the good one. Kenneth “Red” Oleander is the example and takes his role as first born serious. He does what they ask, when they ask, and never gets in trouble. In fact, he’s prospecting for the club and will easily earn his rockers and final patch at twenty-one. I have no doubts in his ability to be the perfect son and stepping into his place in the brotherhood that is the Hellions MC.
I’m the second-born and considered the problem child to most. My gramps, Rhett “Danza” Perchton, believes I choose to be difficult because I have the soul of a gypsy. I don’t disagree. But I also don’t find myself to be difficult; rather I like to question authority. What gives anyone the power or the right to tell me what to do? I am a man with a mind of my own.
Sometimes small town life doesn’t work for everyone. Haywood’s Landing, North Carolina is nothing more than some sign on a road off Highway 58. There is no challenge to life here, not when you’re born a Haywood’s Landing Hellion.
Danza, he’s an original. The only one left here now. Two of the four passed on. Since Roundman passed away, and Tripp took the gavel, Gramps made it his mission to be involved with our lives—more specifically my life. When I was little, I begged my mom and dad to leave me with Gramps and Grams. Even when my brother’s were sick or just wanted to go home, I didn’t.
Gramps and I spent hours in his garage working on his cars. When I turned fourteen, he bought me a busted up 1968 Chevy Impala SS with the original 427 motor. She’s a beast. Elvira is what he christened her name. It took three years for her to be the beauty she is today. Every inch has been worked over by Gramps and me.
The car building process has taught me so much. Mostly patience, but also if you want something you have to work for it.
Blood, sweat, and motherfucking tears.
Gramps gets me like no one else. I’m the kind of guy that has to learn the hard way. Like my car, when shit didn’t fit, she didn’t run. I couldn’t rush the process, I couldn’t rig it, I had to do the job right the first time.
Except right now Gramps and Grams aren’t all that happy with me. My parents, well, they’re downright livid.
My brothers … depends on which one you ask as to what they think.
Red says I’ve lost my way. Which, honestly, I find fucking hilarious. How can I lose my way when I didn’t have a clue where I’m headed in the first damn place? Riddle me that one, joker!
Pretty Boy, that’s Kellum, he’s the other middle child with me. He is angry at the world, not just me, so it’s hard to say why he’s hell bent on getting in my shit more than usual.
Tommy Boy, he’s the baby and my best friend. He doesn’t give me shit about shit. In fact, it doesn’t matter what I do, Tommy Boy takes my back.
Isn’t that what the Hellions preach? Isn’t that the core of their brotherhood, acceptance?
I’m eighteen-years-old, I’m failing my senior year and everyone has an opinion about what I need to do with my life.
When I was younger, I couldn’t wait to feel the weight of that leather cut hit my shoulders. Now, well, I like the idea of fitting in my family mold more than I like the reality of it.
Maybe I need to experience more in life than what Haywood’s Landing has to offer.
I don’t have all the answers right this second, but what I do know is I got a damn good woman in Jennissey Rose Rivera and I’m not letting her go.
Jennissey
I hold the pen in my hand. I’m shaking.
“Jenni, this is your future. It’s waiting and it’s yours for the taking,” my recruiting says happily.
“After basic training, if my sister wants and a judge allows it, she can move with me, right?”
The recruiter nods sitting behind the large desk in their Cracker Jack Naval uniform. “We even have base legal who can guide you free of charge. The benefits are abundant.”
“Jami, will she be able to reach me if she needs to?”
To this, my recruiter shakes their head. Petty Officer Second Class Decker explains, “I told you, Rivera, during basic training you can call home during designated times. In the event of an emergency, she can have a Red Cross message relayed to you. At which point your command will guide you through the next steps.”
I blow out a breath trying to push myself to do this. Jami can make it eight weeks without me. Get through this time and I’ll make the next plan when I have more information. This is a career, not some dead-end job. This is my out.
Scribbling my name on the forms it’s all a blur as Petty Officer Decker tells me about my upcoming trip to Raleigh for my physical. Today is step one of the rest of my life.
Now, I have to figure out how to tell Rhett I’m leaving Haywood’s Landing.
“You okay?” Rhett asks as we sit in his car at our spot. With the weather being mild this spring, we have the windows down and the car turned off so it’s a quiet night in the woods. We’re in a camping spot in the Croatan Forest, but it’s secluded.
“Yeah, babe,” I lie. I signed the papers. I leave for Raleigh in a week. When I’m there, I will officially swear in and I will be issued my orders to leave for basic training in the United States Navy. I don’t want to leave Rhett. He’s everything to me, but it’s not about me.
My little sister, Jamison Violet Rivera, is depending on me to get us both out of here and away from him. I shake my head trying to shake off the thoughts of home.
“Talk to me, Jenni.”
His voice is soft, comforting. I relax. “You think we’ll make it, Rhett?”
He gives me this smirk half-smile that somehow tells me everything is right in the world. Rhett is tall, built, and gorgeous. I’m only five feet, three inches, so it doesn’t take much to be taller than me, but he is just under six feet tall. He is built like a tank, which is funny since that’s what everyone calls his dad, who is truly built like a tank. He has this strawberry blonde hair that he wears short and spikey. With his chiseled jaw, he’s more than handsome, he’s hot!
Leaning over, he cups my chin with his thumb and first finger. “Baby, ain’t no one got a love like ours. Know we’re young and people think they know shit to tell us this won’t last, but man I am, there ain’t a woman I’ll ever love the way I love you, Jennissey Rose. One day, I’m gonna give you my ring, my last name, and my babies.”
I melt.
The world around us slips away as I lean over and press my lips to his.
My hands roam, his hands roam. I moan as my body seeks more contact. He slides over the bench seat to get closer. We continue to make-out. As the gear shift in the floorboard gets bumped, he effortlessly lifts me up and slides under me so I’m straddling him in the passenger seat.
Passion consumes me. I grind against him. My summer sundress sliding up over my thighs and my silk panties dampen against the hardness of him in his jeans.
Rhett rubs his hands up and dow
n my thighs encouraging me to keep moving. Our tongues tangle as I run my hands through his hair. His hands slide up my thighs, grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks. My body is on fire.
The friction continues to build. I rock with need, desire, and love.
Reaching down, I find the hem of his t-shirt. Rhett and I have made-out many times before and I want to be skin-to-skin against him. Breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt, I kiss his neck. He begins to move the straps of my dress down off my shoulders as I lick, nip, and suck on the sweet spot of his neck behind his ear.
He lets out a groan as he finds I’m not wearing a bra and my c-cup boobs are exposed for him. I continue grinding against him as he twists his neck away from me so he can put his mouth on my nipple. Rhett cups my right breast, tweaking my nipple, while he sucks on my left and I feel the heat shoot right to my core.
The confines of the car are forcing us to maintain this position, but I need more. I’m ready to explode.
Alternating between sides, he continues to feast on my boobs as his hands cup my ass and his fingertips tease my opening with every slide I make.
He blows against my sensitive skin of my nipple and I cry out. “Rhett, I need you.”
Slowly, I feel his finger slide my panties over before he moves inside me. My muscles tighten around the digit as my body comes alive.
“Wet for me,” he says with a gravelly rasp to his voice.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You want more?” He asks as he continues to slowly glide his finger in and out of me. When he adds the second finger to stretch me, I am lost. I’m almost ready to explode.
“Rhett, I need more. Please,” I beg.
His fingers slide out and I immediately stop moving in a whimper.
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