Ride Out (Hellions Ride Out #1) Read Online Chelsea Camaron

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Hellions Ride Out Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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My expectation of sass, anger, or embarrassment is met with a sly smirk. I study her expecting some sort of display of embarrassment at the brashness of my brothers. That’s not at all what I find. The mischief dancing in her eyes has me alert as I step into her personal space again. “Just wanted to help you get your coffee safely to your car.” I hold up the cup she gave me.

I won’t apologize for what any of the club members say for a couple of reasons. One, I’m not the kind of man to apologize unless I feel like I did someone wrong. It’s clear cut. My word is solid and if I fuck up, I’ll own it. Second, this is my lifestyle. These guys behind me matter more than any woman I’ve ever encountered so even when they are wrong, I’ll back them. Third, her embarrassment or lack thereof in this case is on her. I don’t control anyone’s emotions but my own.

She smiles proudly, “told you keep that one. Don’t want your club to give you shit for smelling sweet.” She reaches up and pats my chest as electricity shoots through my body at her touch. “Can’t let that bad boy biker stuff be a façade.”

Nope, this broad isn’t shaken at all by any of us.

It’s a fucking turn on.

The challenge laid; I accept. “Oh Sweets, this is not a façade. I’ll give you the bad boy and the ride of your life.”

She lets out a small laugh not backing down, “I’m sure you would.” She shrugs. “Another time maybe, but for now, Sugar, I gotta go. You’re cute, keep that shit up.” She rolls up on her tiptoes, with her lips against my ear, she whispers, “Just so you know, I’m far from fancy pussy, but I do think with you it could be a wet pussy. Alas, we don’t have time for this little game of cat and mouse, but to be clear, I can be rough, dirty, flirty, lots of fun, but I’m not fancy, Sugar. I’m all things sweet and spicy. Now, I gotta get to work and you gotta do what you do, so have a good day.”

She rolls back down to flat feet, and I swear to fuck my jeans are going to bust from the rock hard erection she gives me with just her words.

Women typically want to be the damsel in distress or somehow be weaker than me. This woman in front of me, she’s not afraid to be at my level. She’s not afraid to see what she likes and make it known. My heart races and my body feels hot. Calm me is long gone as my body comes alive by her presence alone.

Yeah, she’s a wild one. The level of confidence oozing from her only makes me crave the feel and taste of her. This is a dangerous thing, the level of intoxication I get from her tease.

Fuck!

She opens her door and climbs in her car leaving me utterly speechless. The noise behind me seems to quiet as she winks from the driver’s window, “you ride safe, now, ya hear.”

I shake my head to brush off the fog of lust between us. Did she really give me the old school television show, the Beverly Hillbillies, ‘y’all come back now, ya hear,’ reference? I full out laugh because it’s cute. She seems to get more attractive and alluring by the minute.

Handing her the coffee, “think you’re gonna need this one today too, sweets. You be sure to have a good one yourself.”

“I think this little cat and mouse we’ve played will keep me awake and on my toes all day, but seein’ as I don’t know that you got a cup holder on that bike of yours, I suppose I’ll keep it. But only ‘cuz you insist, Sugar.” She takes it and places it in the cupholder.

“Oh darlin’ this cat and mouse will definitely keep my dick hard for a while,” I wink thinking surely this brashness will have her running away.

Instead, she bites her bottom lip, “impressive.”

Stepping back I watch as she starts her car. It sounds rough and the plume of purple smoke coming out of the exhaust tells me it feels just as bad to the car to simply run while parked. Reaching up, I pull off my baseball cap and extend it out like an invitation to her to leave. She gives me one last hard smoldering look before pulling ahead. I put the cap back on, backwards as usual, and watch her drive away.

Well, if this is how this weekend is going to start, it’s going to be a damn good one.

I make my way back to my bike just as Grinder comes out of the coffee shop with a proud smirk. That dirty fuck.


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