Bleed for It: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride On Book 3)

by Chelsea Camaron

  Opening my eyes, I lock them to him. “Never gone this far, baby. Not gonna lie, I wanna have this with you, but I wanna know you’re ready, Jenni.”

  And just like that I fall more in love with the man under me. “I’m ready, Rhett.”

  “Thank fuck, because my balls are gonna bust.”

  I bite my bottom lip trying not to laugh. He shifts me back just enough for him to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Lifting us both up, he slides his pants and boxers down. I move enough for him to continue pushing them down. As soon as he settles back into his spot, he reaches over to the dash to grab his wallet and retrieve a condom.

  Feeling a little self-conscious, I reach down taking his dick in my hands. At first I’m not sure what to do. Sure, I have jacked him off, but this moment is so much more than exploring. Then I find myself eagerly working him up as I think about the pleasure he’s given me time and again in this car. As I stroke him, I watch as his abs tighten making a clearly defined six pack. His groans encourage me to keep my pass.

  Slowly, I kiss and lick my way down his waist where I find myself scooting off his lap and settling onto the floorboard. While the space is tight, it’s manageable. With his large erection in front of me, I begin to wonder how he will fit inside of me. Thinking we need lubrication, I start by licking his shaft and working my way up to the head. Using my hand, I gently massage his balls.

  “Thank fuck for muscle cars that have room,” he mutters as he holds my head gently in both hands and I continue to suck his dick.

  Concentrating on my teeth, I go up and down gently sucking trying to take more of him with every breath. As he grips the door handle and squirms under me I know I’m getting him as worked up as he gets me.

  “Baby, you want more than what you’ve already had from me, you better stop and let me get inside you.”

  Releasing him with a pop, it’s a split second before I find him rolling the condom down himself and scooping me up.

  “Take off your panties, baby,” he commands and I obey.

  As he lines our bodies up, I lock my eyes to his.

  Inch by inch he fills me. Tears threaten to fall as I feel so full. It’s not painful but it’s uncomfortable as my body adjusts to him.

  “I love you, Jennissey Rose Rivera, and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

  Feeling the need to move, I slowly work up and then back down. “There is no one who has accepted me for who I am the way you have. There is no one I will ever love more than I love you, Rhett Rebel Oleander.”

  We begin to move in sync slowly. The confines keeping us close as my body heats. My inner muscles takeover and begin to milk and grip him. I’m close to exploding. Rhett reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit.

  Time stops.

  I can’t breathe.

  My vision blurs as my body trembles and I can’t stop the way I cry out.

  He feels deeper and thicker as his pace becomes wild. What feels like aftershocks roll through my body in waves as he keeps working himself in and out of me before he stills and releases a soft groan.

  We both work to recover as I feel him pulse inside of me.

  “That was incredible,” he whispers as he takes a few deep breaths.

  “Wow,” is all I manage to say as he reaches over and grabs the door handle.

  “Gonna have to climb out, baby. Gotta clean up.”

  I nod and after he gets the door open, I slide off of him immediately feeling empty. Looking between us the hints of pink on the condom show him the gift we just shared. I fix my dress straps and lean over to get my panties off the floorboard. Rhett climbs out of the car and moves to the trunk.

  Before I have time to get my panties on, he’s looking at me. “Let me clean you.”

  I give him a nod as he opens the trunk, tosses the condom, cleans himself, rights his boxers and jeans. Then he comes back to me with a roll of paper towels.

  “This might be a little rough, sorry baby.”

  I can only let out a half laugh as I find myself a little embarrassed.

  He goes about wiping me before he helps me get my panties back on. As he stands he presses his lips softly to mine and for this moment everything is right in my world.

  For that reason alone, I don’t tell him about my plans. At least not tonight.

  Crunch

  Two Weeks Later

  “Are you fucking shitting me?” I ask not hiding my anger.

  “Calm down,” Jennissey begs. “This is what’s best.”

  “You went and made all these decisions about the future and not one of them includes me!”

  Her face pales and I see my words are a direct hit. “Rhett, I have to do this. I can’t afford to go to college and nothing is here for me in Haywood’s Landing.”

  I pace the space of my room in front of her. “Nothing’s here for you! What about me?”

  “This isn’t about you, Rhett. Look, it’s just eight weeks of basic training. While I’m in school I can talk on the phone, you can come see me. When I get my orders, we can start our life there.”

  I can’t think straight.

  “What if this isn’t the life I want, Jenni?”

  Tears build and quickly fall down her face. “This is what I need to do, Rhett; you might not understand it, but I need you to do it with me. I love you, but I have no future here. The Navy is my future for me and for Jami.”

  She blows out a breath. I can’t wrap my head around this. She’s leaving me. Right after graduation. Jennissey will be gone.

  “Rhett, I need you to calm down and I need you to promise me you’ll take care of Jami.”

  I throw my hands up. “You just tell me you’re leaving me and you’re worried about your sister! What the fuck, Jenni! What. The. Fuck!”

  “Jamison needs support while I’m gone and you’re the only person I trust.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “Please,” she whispers.

  “Fine,” I mutter unable to deny this woman anything. “I’ll take care of Jami while you do what you need to.”

  “When I get settled, I want you both to come be with me.”

  I shrug my shoulders not sure how to take any of this.

  I’ve never had someone leave me before and the pain I have right now I’m not sure I can find a cure for.

  Crunch

  Six Weeks Later

  The trailer is busted up. This is not good.

  I managed to graduate four weeks ago … barely. It doesn’t matter though, I got the damn piece of paper.

  Surprisingly, the Hellions gave me my cut that day too. I’m officially prospecting for the club. It’s good because I’m nursing the pain of losing Jenni and the jobs are a nice distraction.

  She really left me.

  The woman I love joined the Navy and thought this was a good idea for our relationship. She’s called from boot camp and the fool I am answered every fucking call.

  I need to cut her loose. We’re never going to work. Not after she made this decision without me. Red, of course in his mighty wisdom, says she’s young and is doing what she needs to for a future. He supports Jenni’s decision. My mom, my dad, fuck my whole family think it’s honorable for her to serve our country.

  I think it’s bullshit she left me and that’s all I care about – She. Left. Me.

  Being a prospect means shit jobs, but it also means resources. Since I gave Jenni my word I would keep an eye on Jamison, her sister, I have people who check in with me.

  Which is why I’m at this trailer that has seen better days. Every single window is busted out and half the metal on the outside is gone exposing the insulation. There are a couple of cars out front. Walking in, I find her on a couch with a far-away look in her eyes.

  “Jamison, let’s go,” I order as everyone here seems to ignore me, all of them blitzed out of their minds.

  “Oh, Rhett, you came to join the party,” she smiles and I can see she’s high. The needle on the floor let’s me know she’s been shooting up.

 
“Party’s over,” I tell her as I move closer.

  She shifts and I watch in horror as she picks up a spoon from the floor. Stupidly, I stand in place as she drops some white rocks to the spoon before lighting a lighter under the metal and heating the substance.

  “What are you doing?” I roar as the guy closer to her takes a needle and draws back the syringe to fill the liquid from the spoon into the needle.

  “No!” I yell as I lunge towards her.

  The guy grabs the spoon as she takes the needle. “Rhett, I need this. Without Jennissey, I’m lost. I need it.”

  Just as she extends her arm to find a vein, I grab the needle and jab it in my own arm not thinking.

  A needle to my vein.

  It should have been a bullet to my brain.

  The story continues on in Breathe for It (Hellions Ride On 4)

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  Excerpt from Greyson

  Excerpt from Greyson by JM Walker

  Blurb:

  Confusion. Lust. Fear. Passion.

  It started the moment she passed out in my arms.

  Seduction. Vile. Depraved. Desire.

  She couldn’t remember her past but looked to me like I was her future.

  My walls were built. My heart was cold. My emotions vacant.

  After being alone for five years with only my motorcycle club at my side, she was who I had been searching for. The one I had needed all along to light up the darkness surrounding my life. Just when I thought I had her, just when I thought I could finally allow myself that happiness I didn’t think I deserved. She was ripped from my hands…

  Greyson by JM Walker

  SHE WAS FUNNY and so fucking cute, it took everything in me not to throw her down on the couch and kiss the life out of her. I imagined my hands roaming over her body, her muscles trembling beneath my rough touch. Her back arching as I moved down the length of her to the sweet spot I wanted most of all.

  “Well, Trix.” Butcher stood. “We should head home to the boys.”

  “Yes.” Trixie gave Eve a hug.

  “It was nice meeting you, Butcher,” Eve told the beast of a man who had been like family to me for as long as I could remember.

  “You too. You behave,” he told me.

  I only grunted in response.

  When they left the room, I became hyperaware of how close Eve was sitting next me.

  “Did you get what you needed to do done?” she asked, looking up at me with those beautiful dark eyes of hers.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You left abruptly earlier while I was taking a bath. I figured you had something to do. So, did you?”

  Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I cupped her jaw and brushed my nose along the length of her neck to the soft spot just below her ear. “Yeah. I did have something to do actually. I left the bathroom because I was so damn hard, I had to figure out a way to get a release.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. “Y-you w-what?”

  Her stutter shot right to the tip of my dick. “I went back to my room and jerked off. Is that what you wanted to hear? You want to know how seeing you in the tub set me off? I’ve never been so hard, and touching myself did shit all for how much I want you.”

  “Greyson,” she whispered, licking her lips.

  “But I can’t have you. You want to know why?” I asked, squeezing her jaw.

  She whimpered.

  “Ask me why,” I demanded, forcing her head back.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re broken.” I licked along the shell of her ear. “Used up and no longer pure.” I released her in a rough move and pushed from the couch. I trudged out of the room but not before I saw the look of shock and pain behind her eyes.

  Hate me, beautiful girl. It’ll keep you safe.

  (Eve)

  I sat there stunned, watching Greyson stomp out of the room. His touch left me breathless. His words made me immobile. But it only heightened this desire. This want. This need.

  He wanted me. The way his body reacted to me earlier when I sat on his lap proved he felt whatever this was between us as well. But his words hurt. Even if he was lying, they still hit a spot inside of me, making my heart ache.

  I wasn’t sure why I felt this way but there was something deep inside of him that a part of me latched on to.

  Glancing around the room, I hugged myself. Grey told me I could leave at any time, but where would I go? I was still sore from the night before. My nerves were on edge over not remembering anything.

  I wasn’t sure who had been in this room before me or if it was just a spare, but it was homey and made me feel safe. I couldn’t leave. Not yet, anyway.

  The room I stayed in was warm. Everything Greyson was not. It made me wonder what his bedroom looked like. Did he have his own collection of books? Was it modern? Was I even at his club anymore? I was so damn confused. I hated not knowing what was going on, but a part of me was terrified to ask him. Some part of me, some deep-seated part that I was trying so hard to grasp onto, tingled every time he was near.

  My body heated, imagining him lying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock like he told me. How long did it take him to come? Was it a fast release? Or was it long and drawn out? Images of his release coating his stomach and hand did nothing for the need coursing through me.

  A throbbing ache settled between my thighs. But he was right. I had been used and abused. I was no longer pure. Fuck. But I couldn’t remember all of it. No matter how hard I tried. Everything inside of me told me to go to Greyson. Even if it was just to talk. I didn’t like being alone; the voices from my nightmare only got louder and louder. Was it even true, though? Was I no longer pure? Although I had the marks, they could have been from anything. I should have gone to a hospital but even that scared the shit out of me.

  The longer I sat there, the louder the noises inside my head became. I curled my knees against me, leaning my forehead against them, and let out a heavy sigh. Maybe I should go to the hospital. Then they could give me more information about my amnesia. Do a—I swallowed hard—rape test. God, I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking about that. But that part of me didn’t hurt, and I imagined it would have if I was sexually abused.

  I let out a frustrated groan, resting my head against my bent knees.

  “I want you.”

  I scoffed. Greyson had a funny way of showing it.

  My skin heated, the throbbing between my legs only becoming more pronounced the longer time wore on. Shit.

  Rising to my feet, I paced back and forth. Back. Forth. And back again. I had only known Greyson for a day. These feelings didn’t make sense. Was I that desperate for attention that I became attracted to the first guy who noticed me? I didn’t know. How could I know? Fuck my life.

  I let out a huff and slumped back onto the couch.

  Greyson’s walls were up but I could feel them crack. The look of concern on his face after I had my nightmare invaded my mind. And then the way his body reacted to me. A flush of heat washed over my skin.

  “Grey,” I whispered, my hand traveling up my inner thigh. This was wrong on so many different levels but, at that point, I didn’t care. I needed something. I had bruises but there was no proof that I had been used and abused like he suggested.

  Use me. Abuse me.

  I winced, shaking my head, trying so hard to get rid of these dark thoughts in my mind. They didn’t make sense and I didn’t know what to make of them, but all I knew was that I needed some sort of relief.

  Taking a breath, I inched my hand beneath the hem of my leggings.

  “I went back to my room and jerked off.”

  I bit my bottom lip, the image of Greyson’s big hand wrapped around his cock sliding its way into my mind. I imagined the tip purple, aching for that release, while his hips bucked up and up into the strokes of his hand.

  A gasp escaped me when I made contact with my dripping center. Sliding a finger inside my pussy, I let out a low
groan.

  I imagined Greyson kneeling between my legs, his hot mouth on my soaked sex, his tongue giving me everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I craved.

  “Greyson,” I moaned, my hips moving into the slow thrusts of my fingers. God, I wished he were here with me. I needed his darkness, that black part of him I could sense.

  Pinching my clit between my fingers, I cried out, the fast release rocking through me. Once my heart calmed down, I pulled my hand from my pants and headed to the bathroom. Shame weighed heavily on my shoulders. Grey was right. I was broken. Used and abused. But maybe I had asked for it. I just came to thoughts of a guy I just met.

  No wonder he didn’t want me.

  (Greyson)

  Holy fucking hell. My balls tightened, my cock lengthening to the point of painful while I watched the sight before me.

  Eve had her hand in her leggings, stroking and finger fucking that tight heat between her thighs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming out in short bursts of air.

  I shouldn’t have been watching but couldn’t help it. I had gone back to her room to apologize. That was my intention anyway. I probably wouldn’t have and instead grunted like the moron that I was. But when I had reached the door, I didn’t hear anything, so I assumed she was sleeping. What I found was not what I was expecting.

  I opened the door slowly and stopped when I saw her sitting on the couch with her hand pleasing that ache I had felt down to the marrow of my bones.

  “Greyson,” she whispered.

  Fuck me. Pre-cum dripped from my dick, the length hardening and pushing against the fly of my jeans.

  Cupping myself, I put pressure on the delicious agony erupting through me and watched.

  Come for me, sweet girl.

  And she did. Hard.

  When my name left her lips again, a growl rumbled from my chest. What I wouldn’t give to look into her eyes while her body rippled over my cock. It would happen. In time. Just not yet. I wasn’t sure what it was about her that made me wait when the women before her would have been bouncing on my dick already. There was something about Eve that made me want more.