Free Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) by Chelsea Camaron Page A

compound where Rocky and I took the time to build a stage and get a band to come out to play.
    I never thought about how hard it is to balance a family and the club. I don’t know how the guys do it plus have kids. Hell, I never really expected to settle down anywhere. Something from the beginning tied me to the guys, though.
    Rhett and I met on the side of the highway in Alabama. He said if I was ever in North Carolina, Blaine’s shop was the place to get my bike serviced. I had nowhere else to be, no place to call home, or family to worry about, so the coast sounded pretty nice to me.
    I didn’t expect to ride in and make it a permanent home. I definitely didn’t expect to bond with these men as if they were my blood brothers. More than that, I didn’t think I could find a woman I wanted to spend more time with than the energy it took to get off.
    Then I met Matilda. She’s fire and ice all in one. She winds me up and sets me off more than any other human. We have this crazy pull between us. I’ve never had someone want me and only me the way this woman does.
    Tilly rides my ass so hard about not being home enough without them. She needs more support. If I’m not at work, she wants me in her pussy.
    Don’t get me wrong, I love her pussy, but come on; a man needs a break. Truth be told, I don’t even think the woman does it for the orgasms as much as she does it to keep control of my balls. If I’m in her, then I’m not anywhere else. Swear to Christ, I think, if she could sleep with my limp dick inside her, she would just so she could sleep and not think I’m going to sneak out or something crazy like that.
    It’s not long after we get the party started that Roundman and Danza arrive with their women at their sides.
    My woman, she’s giving the lead singer of some shit-ass band a good look down her cleavage. Where is the love? Where is the loyalty?
    My anger boils.
    Stepping out back, I go to the makeshift horseshoe area we have, throwing back a beer before picking up the metal set to toss. Slice comes over with another beer in his hand for me and the other set of shoes.
    “You all right, brother?” he asks.
    “Wanna fuckin’ cut the broad loose. Can’t seem to shake her, though. When it’s me and her, she’s a fuckin’ dream. The second there is anyone or anything else going on besides me being with her, then all hell breaks loose.”
    Slice laughs as he tips his beer up.
    Rocky strolls over, saying, “Pussy on the regular can’t be that bad, especially if she ain’t wantin’ the house, the kids, the fucking station wagon, and the dog.”
    “Oh, but she is,” I reply, feeling the weight of my situation on me.
    “Frisco!” Tilly calls out to me. “California kid, if you won’t love me right, this one will.”
    Rage runs through me. I want to beat that fucker’s ass as my woman reaches up and grabs his dick. At the same time, I want to fuck her into oblivion so she will shut the hell up.
    Everything happens in a blur, and before I realize it, I have beaten the hell out of the lead singer of the band. With blood on my knuckles, anger in my eyes, my brothers all at my back, Tilly looks at me with love.
    “Shit’s fucked up, Tilly.”
    “Choose me, Frisco.”
    I shake my head, blood pouring from my busted lip. “Come again?”
    “Choose me,” she whispers before she turns and walks away.
    I let her go. Stupidly, I let her go.
    With every fiber of my being, I know she wants me to follow her. I know she needs me to choose her over the mayhem of the night. I know her heart craves my attention. Everything inside me screams to follow that tail right out the doors and don’t look back.
    After all, I am a man. We tend to get led around by our dicks. My dick knows that me throwing down for her ensures she’s going to ride me hard and long tonight.
    The problem is that’s what she wants all the time. Everything is a choice: her pussy or …
    Her pussy is tired. Her mouth is tired. I’m so sick