Breathe for It
Hellions Ride On
Written By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Chelsea Camaron
Content warning:
This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.
This is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
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Also in This Series:
Hellions Ride On Prequel
Born to It
Bastard in It
Bleed for It
Bold from It
Broken by It
Brazen being It
Better as It
Breathe for It
Breathe for It
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?
Crunch
“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.”
Jennissey pushes away and immediately I want her lips connected to mine once again. I let out a low groan in frustration.
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. Only one, I couldn’t stomach another. 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. If my dad hadn’t forced the issue I wouldn’t have watched it then.
Truthfully, I’m not Red. He’s the golden child.
Four boys.
I guess Mom needs one of us to be the good one, and it just happens to be him.
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 now 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 are in plots in the local cemetery. Since Roundman passed away and Tripp took the gavel, Gramps has made it his mission to be involved with our lives—more specifically my life, rather than spend his time all up in club business. 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!
Sure, Red expects me to fall in line with him. Graduate, go to college, work at the shop, and patch to the club. He thinks its simple. And for him, it is. I just don’t know if Haywood’s Landing is the place for me forever.
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. Every time my name is called, he just gives a huff and an annoyed look my way. What does he know anyway?
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 feel like the I am fond of 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. Maybe I don’t.
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 yo
ur future. It’s waiting and it’s yours for the taking,” my recruiter 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 his 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. This is about our future.
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.
The weight of what is coming is heavy on my shoulders. 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 down 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.
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 as if instinct takes over, 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. Thank goodness I’m small. 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 h
im. 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!”
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