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by Pepper Winters

  Reaching around her front with my right hand, I slide up her thigh. At her juncture, I slowly tease her pussy lips with my fingers. Spreading them apart, I circle her clit as she rocks back on to me, seeking more. I increase the pressure and the pace on her clit. My dick is hard pressing against her ass. She looks over her shoulder, down at my dick. Seeing the silver jewelry at the tip, she smiles.

  “Fuck me, biker. Take that big, pierced cock and fuck my ass.”

  If that’s what the hell the slut wants, who the hell am I to say no? The bitch wants it rough, fine. She’ll feel this shit for days. I push her head down onto the pool table. Removing my hand from her clit, I roll the condom on. I kick her legs further apart. Taking a few moments to finger her pussy, I use her own juices to start inserting my finger in her ass. Once she adjusts to the first finger, I add a second. With my other hand, I’m rubbing the head of my penis against her clit, letting the piercing apply that added sensation. She’s now rocking back rhythmically on three fingers. I remove my fingers and slowly insert the tip of my cock. I give her body a moment to adjust to my girth, as I inch in further. She’s tiny and there is no way I’ll be balls deep without hurting her. Her ass is tight and the lube from the condom isn’t enough. Once I’m inside her a good bit, I reach around with my left hand and massage her breast at the same time I begin rubbing circles on her clit. I tease the entrance to her pussy with my fingers. As I do, she rocks back engulfing my dick in her ass. It’s warm, soft, and so tight. I insert two fingers inside her pussy as I pinch her nipple. She rocks against me as I begin pumping both my dick and my fingers in and out of her. She’s clinching around me as her orgasm is building.

  “Oh, oh, oh…yes…I’m coming.” She screams out so loud Tank and his plaything stop fucking to turn and watch us.

  As she’s going through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she starts to raise her head up. I push it back down, as I remove my hand from her pussy and my dick from her ass.

  “I’m not finished yet. Bitch, stay put.” I say as I hold her down onto the pool table.

  Fast and hard, I thrust my dick in her pussy now. I set a quick, intense pace, ready to get off and move on. Within a few hard thrusts, I allow my mind a moment of wondering, imagining the face of Doll, I come in the condom. Finishing, I pull out. Removing the condom, I tie off the top, and toss it in the trashcan in the room. Adjusting myself, I zip up my pants. Looking over, I see Tank is finished as well. His girl, already sporting a pouty face, as mine is still bent over the pool table like she doesn’t know what just happened.

  Deciding I am done for the night, I grab my beer, and nod to Tank that it’s time to go. He follows me out of the room, leaving the two barflies behind. They both call out to us. Rather than turn around and acknowledge them, I flip my middle finger over my head at them as we make our way by the bar towards the exit door.

  Even after my release, Doll’s face is still circling my mind. Damn, I can’t shake her. Fuck me. I throw an extra hundred on the bar for Tessie, like I do every week. She’s a devoted mom and dealing with my boys when we’re here ain’t easy. Nodding to Rex and raising my hand up, all the boys start making their way outside. We climb on our bikes and head home to rest for the upcoming job.

  Read more from Chelsea Camaron’s novel One Ride (The Hellions Ride, #1). She also invites you to connect with her on Facebook.

  About One Ride (The Hellions Ride, #1)…

  Content with living in the bubble of safety the Haywood’s Hellions Motorcycle Club has always provided, Delilah ‘Doll’ Reklinger never gave a second thought to any danger surrounding her.

  She’s never imagined her life without the club. She also never thought the day would come a man would come along and prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Life was easy going and carefree.

  Roundman has kept the chaos surrounding the Hellions contained for the last thirty years. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his only child’s doorstep, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe anymore.

  The Hellions code may be control the chaos, but one thing Roundman quickly learns there is always the wild card to stir up trouble. For the Hellions, women and children may be off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow the same moral compass.

  With Doll in danger from the association she has with him and his club, Roundman makes the only decision he feels he can- send her away. Calling on the one charter club president he trusts, he sets up a ride to keep her safe, all in hopes the trouble won’t follow.

  One Ride. One simple ride across the country.

  Talon ‘Tripp’ Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away from the danger while the club handles the threat. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless. He’s never been one to be tied down. He lives for the next ride.

  Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give in to the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?

  This book contains strong language, strong sexual situations, violence and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not buy if any of this offends you. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a true or exact depiction of a motorcycle club but rather a book meant to entertain.

  About Chelsea Camaron…

  Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.

  Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.

  Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Love and Repair’ and ‘The Hellions Ride’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.

  When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life.

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  The Beat and The Pulse, #1

  Amity Cross

  After nothing but frustration from Ash for weeks, Ren goes out with another guy, and it's the jealousy that follows that finally sees Ash doing something about his attraction. He thinks he's bad for her, but he can't take it anymore.

  I watched Seth walk away and disappear into the darkness.

  I felt a little guilty. OK, I felt a lot guilty. I’d used him to try to erase the pain that Ash had inflicted and he didn’t deserve that. Seth was a good guy, I just didn’t feel that way about him. I wished I did because it would make things a hell of a lot easier, but that’s the thing about life. It was never easy, not for the bottom dwellers.

  With a sigh, I unlocked the door to the studio and punched the alarm code into the keypad just inside. Why did there have to be such a push from society to have a boyfriend? It wasn’t like I was desperate to start a franchise, popping out kids and all. I wasn’t sure I even wanted that after the horrible experiences I had with family dynamics growing up. Locking the door, I turned and had a miniature heart attack when I almost smacked into Ash.

  “Shit. Fuck. Ass,” I spat at him, clutching my chest.

  “How was your date with the pansy man?” he asked sullenly. He was fully clothed and barefoot, the hood on his hoodie half hanging off his head, hair all messed up, hands jammed in the pockets. He looked like an angsty teenager in the middle of a temper tantrum.

  “What, are you fucking jealous?” I scoffed, shoving past
him. “Give me a fucking break.”

  “Yes.”

  I stopped mid-step, my heart twisting even further. More fucking games. Anger rose sharp in my stomach, burning through all my nerve endings. Fuck him. Fuck. Him.

  Spinning on my heel, I slapped him hard, my palm connecting with his cheek with a sharp crack that echoed through the empty studio. His head didn’t move an inch, but he stared at me in surprise, green eyes darkening.

  “It’s so easy for you,” I said, clenching my jaw.

  Ash stepped closer, his green eyes blazing. “I’m good at fighting, but it’s never been easy, Ren. I’ve got issues. You saw me the other day. The wrong kind of people know exactly what buttons to press and how hard.” He shook his head, running a hand over his face. “There’s always some fucker wanting to bring me down. Everyone wants to be on top, but it's just as hard as being on the bottom.”

  His scent washed over me and I began to shake. Why did he have to smell so good? All spice and male sweat. Pheromone drenched.

  “I'm not good for you, Ren.”

  “Don't—”

  “You saw me lose it. You should never have had to—”

  I pressed my fingers over his lips. He stared at me in surprise, his green eyes searching mine.

  “We’ve all got problems,” I said. “You don’t think I’ve got more than my fair share?”

  Fingers curled around my wrist. “It’s not about me, Ren.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s about us together, and fuck everyone else.”

  “What about the guy?”

  “Didn’t work out.”

  “Already?”

  “There’s someone else.”

  His hand fell away, hanging limply by his side. His forehead creased into a frown like he was waging some internal battle and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him. I hated him for pushing me away again and again, but I missed his arms around me as we slept. I missed his selfish stolen kisses. I missed him.

  “Don’t you see?” I whispered. I cupped his face in my hands, imploring him to understand. I didn’t care about his problems or mine. Together we were better. I needed him and, fucking scary as it was, my body needed him like flowers needed the sun to survive. I was desperate for his touch, for the release only he could give me.

  We’d unconsciously moved closer, our bodies pressing together, our lips a breath apart. I felt his entire length and the sudden awareness shivered through me.

  Ash moaned softly and thrust his hands into my hair, smashing his lips against mine. His tongue dove wet and hot into my mouth and I sighed into him, taking everything he gave. We’d kissed so many times that I thought I knew every part of him. The feel of his tongue as it danced with mine, his teeth as he bit my bottom lip, his addictive taste, but this was different. All this time, he’d been chasing some kind of solace. But now? Now, his kiss was full of pleasure … and a possessiveness that threw all coherent thought out the window.

  “If I give you this,” he murmured against my mouth. “If I give you it … if I taste you. I can’t—” He stumbled over his words and my eyes opened. Ash lost for words, vulnerable, was a little frightening.

  “Can’t what?”

  “Let you go.”

  We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. I understood the meaning behind his words, how hard it was for him to admit it. He had problems, but so did I. I was still willing to go all in, no matter the consequences. My entire body hummed with him, not for. We were in tune.

  “I’m not letting you go, either,” I whispered.

  Then we were a mess of hands, tongues, lips, falling to the mat, entwining with each other. He was so heavy, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him press over me, into me, I wanted to feel his body completely. Hands brushed over my breasts, my nipples aching to be free and sucked. Who was Ren? She was gone, she’d vacated the building and all that was left was what was about to happen. I was about to get what I’d lusted after for weeks and weeks.

  Don’t stop. Never stop.

  Moisture dripped between my legs, soaking into my knickers as Ash’s hand slipped into the front of my shorts against my skin. I bucked into him as he circled my clit once, before plunging further, feeling what he did to me. His eyes widened as he hissed, spreading my arousal with a thick finger.

  “Ren,” he murmured. “Fuck it to hell. Fuck it all—”

  His mouth crashed into mine and his tongue demanded access, greedily thrusting against mine. I opened up to him, angling to the side so he could lick deeper and take everything from me in one swoop.

  He slipped a finger inside my pussy, exploring my depths and I moaned into him. What was mine, was his.

  Take it, take me.

  He pulled his hand away and I whimpered, but he yanked my top up and off in one fluid motion. The clasp on my bra snapped open and air kissed my bare skin. Then his mouth was on my breasts, sucking and licking at my nipples. I fisted my hands into his hair, holding him in place, digging my nails into his scalp. His mouth moved lower, licking my cleavage and descending down, down into the danger zone.

  He was gone for a split second, ripping off his hoodie and T-shirt, before his hands tugged my shorts and knickers off in one go. My boots came off at some stage, but I was too far gone to notice little things like clothing.

  “Fuck, Ren. Fuck.” Ash’s gaze was raking up and down my naked body, zeroing in on that place between my legs, the one I wanted him to touch so badly.

  “Touch me. Ash,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  His gaze met mine for a split second, and it was full of fire, lust, pain, need and everything all at once. Big hands slid along my inner thighs, pressing my legs apart and he lowered closer and closer to the sweet spot, making me tingle in anticipation.

  Abruptly, Ash’s tongue rasped the length of my pussy before his mouth clamped over my clit and sucked. Arching my back, I thrust my hips up, wanting more pressure. A hand circled around my thighs, forcing me back down onto the mat, and he held me in place with a strength that was overpowering.

  A finger stroked my length before dipping inside, circling as his tongue worked my clit and I moaned loudly. He started murmuring something into my pussy, but I couldn’t understand. All it did was vibrate through my sensitive skin and push me closer to the edge. Then he was thrusting another thick finger in with the first, rubbing me from the inside out.

  “Ash,” I cried out at the sudden spike of pleasure. “Harder.”

  “You want more?” he asked, tearing his mouth away from my clit.

  “Yes. I need … I need…”

  “You need what?”

  He pulled his fingers out of my opening and the emptiness filled me with nothing but panic. “Don’t leave me,” I cried out, trying to sit up, but he pressed his palms on my shoulders.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Spitfire,” he growled.

  Spitfire?

  Flipping me on my stomach, Ash urged my hips up and I followed, sticking my ass up in the air. Like I’d fantasized that first night we’d almost kissed, the one where he’d pushed me away. The one where all this had first started. We were never going to be ordinary. Missionary was for all those other boring people. No, Ash and I? We were anything but and he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Glancing over my shoulder as he shoved off his shorts, I almost spontaneously combusted there and then. God, his cock. I never understood how women could wax poetic about a dick, but … fuck. Ash’s cock stood firm and proud and beautiful, beads of pre-come glistening his tip and I resisted the urge to twist back and lick it off like whipped cream.

  “Are you on anything?” he groaned, fisting the base of his cock and rubbing in between my ass cheeks.

  I nodded once before he positioned himself and thrust hard. I was so wet he glided in seamlessly, sliding home like he was meant to be there. Like my pussy was made for his cock. He fit so snugly, I moaned some garbled expletive as I took all of him so fucking deep.

  “
Fuck.” His fingers trembled against my skin as he held firm inside me. “Tight fucking cunt. Fucking beautiful.”

  He pulled out slowly before thrusting hard again, our skin slapping together, my breasts jolting. Crying out, I almost lost my balance, elbows buckling.

  “Stay with me, Ren,” Ash grunted. “Once I start fucking your sweet little cunt, I’m not stopping.”

  I should’ve been mortified that he had me on my knees, ass in the air, his hulking body mounting me like an animal, saying all kinds of explicit things, saying the forbidden C-word, but it awoke something in me I didn’t think existed in the real world. Lust, desire … eroticism. Once, these were just words in a dictionary, stories in a book, but now I knew they were real and I wanted them. I wanted them from Ash.

  Folding his body over mine, he sucked on my shoulder blade so hard the skin began to bloom as it bruised, but all I could feel was his cock as he began fucking me in long strokes. A big hand closed over a breast as the other anchored his bulk on the mat. I was completely at his mercy as he fondled me, first one breast, then the other, before moving across my stomach to my clit. He possessed me with such unashamed desire, it made me come apart at the seams.

  “Look at that,” he growled into my ear, his back pressing into mine.

  Turning my head, I saw our reflection in the mirror and gasped. His huge, hulking body was over mine, his ass flexing as he stroked his cock in my pussy, while my tits swayed back and forth.