One Ride (The Hellions Ride) (14 page)

“You’re well endowed, Tripp.  And your piercing, that’s hot.”  Doll says laughing. 

I love hearing her laugh almost as much as my name coming off her tongue.  I laugh with her.  This is the most relaxed I’ve been in I don’t know how long.  She gives comfort to every part of my being.

Putting her under the spray of the shower, I gently clean her up.  There is something erotic in seeing my cum run out of her.  I have to tell my dick to tame it; she’s not ready for round two.  Washing her hair and body, I realize this is the first time that I’ve cared what a woman felt like when we finished.

The water runs cold in the shower by the time we get out.  Exhaustion overtaking us, we climb into bed.  Doll is lying on my chest, her leg entwined with mine.  Easily falling asleep, this all feels right in a way I never imagined. 

Not Making Sense

Waking up in Tripp’s arms gives me a secure feeling down to my toes.  Maybe it’s lust.  Maybe it’s the crazy circumstances in which we’ve been thrown together.  I don’t know.  Everything with Tripp feels like so much more, but I don’t really know him. 

The more I think on this, the more my insecurities creep up.  Moving from under his arm, I go to the bathroom.  What does last night mean for him?  Shit!  What does all of this mean?  I’ve only had two semi real relationships and they were from college.  Sure, I’ve hooked up with guys.   The walk of shame doesn’t bother me.  In fact, I prefer it.  Not tying myself to someone, means not introducing them to my dad. 

The two long term guys I dated in college lasted less than a year each.  Regular sex was nice, but the connection was lacking.  I need an edge to my man.  Tripp has that.  Tripp has everything.  Damn, I’ve never been able to have an orgasm during sex until Tripp and that piercing.  Sure I’ve had an orgasm during foreplay or with my vibrator, but never during actual intercourse.  That was fucking fabulous.  My body tingles at the thought.

Calm down, Doll.  You don’t even know what Tripp wants.  Deciding to keep this casual, I get dressed for the day.  When I emerge from the bathroom, Tripp’s on the edge of the bed, tying his boots. 

“Mornin’,” he says with a smile as he looks up at me.  His eyes hint to a lust that could completely devour me. 

Before I can reply, a tap on the door interrupts us.  It’s Rex letting us know they are ready.  We grab our stuff and head to the bikes. 

“Rex, tell the boys to hang back, we’re scouting this morning for Roundman.”  Tripp says as he’s securing our bags.  Turning to me he smiles.

Damn, I wanna go back to our room and have a repeat performance.  If I knew sex would relax Tripp like this, I would have fucked him in the first hour we left the compound.  It’s hot to see him chill the fuck out.

Realizing that we were followed by more Hellions through this ride gives me more security.  I trust Tripp and Rex to protect Sass and I with their lives, but I’ve wondered, through the entire ride, who was looking out for them. 

“Doll, we have to go to a business and a house.  I wasn’t planning to tell you, but you may recognize someone and help us figure out why you were targeted.  Delatorre has some strange connection to you and Amy Mitchell.  Her family lives here.  If anyone looks familiar or anything jumps out at you, then tap me.”  The serious side to Tripp is settling back in his eyes.

“I never met Amy Mitchell before she came in the office with Delatorre.  I don’t know any Mitchells.  I don’t see how there’s a connection.”  Trying to relax him, I gently touch his arm.

“Just look around, be aware though.  We don’t know if Delatorre sent more tails to follow us or not.”  Tripp tenses at the mere mention of Delatorre.

Unable to resist, I reach my hands up and pull his head down to mine.  I kiss him, a quick kiss, but enough to let him know everything’s okay.  He smiles back at me.

Setting off for our ride, I can’t keep the satisfied grin off my face.  It’s been hell since Delatorre walked into my office the first time, almost a month ago.  In the last week, I’ve relied solely on Tripp for everything.  Under normal circumstances, there is no way in hell I could feel the way I do about Tripp.  Want, desire, and lust, yes, all those things, but I’m feeling something more for him now.  There is an undeniable connection that I can’t shake.  If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to shake the feelings I’m starting to have for Talon Crews. 

We ride to the last known workplace of Ray and Zack Mitchell.  The two cousins work together.  They grew up close to each other.  Ray was raised by his mom and dad, his mom helping with Zack.  Zack was always around because he was raised by his single dad.  Zack’s mom, although alive, is not part of his life.  The shipping yard is nothing spectacular, but definitely a thriving business.  We timed our course to arrive at the usual time they do.  I point the cars out as they pull in for Doll to know who to look at.  She shakes her head no. 

Moving on, our next stop is the Mitchell home.  The cousins hooked up with sisters from our known information.  Pulling up, we park at the house next door, which has recently been put on the market.  Hearing voices from the back yard, I tap Doll’s leg to get her to climb off. 

Following my lead, we walk around the vacant home as if we’re potential buyers.  Peeking over the fence I see a very pregnant woman, another woman who is obviously her sister, and a toddler running around.  Peeking through the fence cracks, Doll gasps.  Her reaction alone tells me she knows these people.  Connection made, now why do these women and whatever they know about Doll interest Delatorre?

Backing away from the fence, Doll tugs on my shirt.  Looking over at her, I ask, “Well?”

“Rachel, I know Rachel.  She must’ve married one of the cousins.  We were dorm roommates in college.  When Caroline, Sass, and I moved to the apartment, she came with us originally.  Eventually she met a guy named Tim.  They were in love, so she moved in with him.  I haven’t seen her in years.  Tim took over her life, and she didn’t have time for us anymore.” 

Guiding her back around front, I motion to Rex to come over.  Doll fills Sass in with who’s in the backyard next door.

“Rachel wouldn’t set us up, Doll.  Yeah, she knows our dads are bikers but she wouldn’t tie in the transports.”  Sass says defending their friend.

“Look ladies, the only connection we have between Doll and Amy Mitchell is your college roommate.  Who knows what simple detail your friend gave out, think about it?  Her husband works for a shipping yard, one Delatorre may or may not use.  We don’t have details, but this is another piece to the puzzle.”  Rex says making the girls understand that Rachel’s involvement may be unintentional.  I step away to call in this detail to Roundman. 

After catching him up, I hang up and walk back over to Doll.  She’s animatedly talking to Sass.

“She looks happy, Sass.  She’s got a little girl.  Her sister is pregnant.  It’s so domestic.  One day, Sass, that’ll be us, swollen bellies in the back yard, chasing little hellions.”  Doll is saying to Sass as they both laugh and hug at the thought. 

My chest tightens.  Doll wants the happily ever after bullshit.  I can’t give her that.  Little hellions… not happening.  I need to walk away now before I hurt her.  The things she wants I sure as hell can’t give her.

We spend the night outside of St. Louis in a different hotel.  Holding Doll fills me with mixed emotions.  She feels so right being with me, beside me, and behind me.  Yet, she wants things I’m not capable of giving her.  I can’t get comfortable with this.  Roundman’s gonna cut my dick off when he finds out.  We want different things and we have two different lives.

Miles Keep Passing By

Tripp’s been quiet.  More quiet than before since we pulled out of St. Louis.  Crossing the Nebraska state line, he doesn’t even stop at the visitor center.  I will have to get my map somewhere else.  He’s shown he knows the maps are important to me, why wouldn’t he stop?

The miles tick by as Tripp tenses under me.  Something is definitely bothering him.  We settle in at some cabin in the outskirts of some tiny town.  Using the washer and dryer in the cabin, I begin doing laundry for all of us. Tripp takes off to the bathroom to shower.  I feel like he’s avoiding me.

He comes out, hair wet, shirt tight across his chest, jeans loose, and barefoot.  Walking up to him, I reach out.  He steps away, so I grab him.  Turning to me, his eyes are cold.  Long gone are the looks of desire and want that I would get lost in.

“Tripp, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.  Go shower and rest.  We have a long ride tomorrow.”  He’s void of emotion in stature.

Boldly, I step up.  Running my hands up his chest, he stiffens beneath me.  I pull him down to kiss him.  He does nothing.  Absolutely not one fucking thing.  I separate his lips with my tongue, and he makes no moves.  Rejection stings as tears prick behind my eyes.

Pulling back, I look at him.  “What is it?”  I ask in a whisper, trying to contain my emotion.

“Fucking you was a mistake.  One that won’t happen again.  I can’t give you what you want.”  I flinch at his words.  Anger consumes me as he claims what we shared was a mistake.

“What I want?  What is it exactly that you think I want?”  I ask trying to keep my emotions at bay.  The rejection he’s dishing out stings.

“You want it all.  Kids, house, husband, a permanent place on the back of someone’s bike.  That’s not me.  My club comes first.  I can’t give you that.  Make no illusions about where we stand.  You’re another piece of ass warming the back of my bike.”  His words cut deep, and I stalk backwards from him. 

“You think you have me all figured out?  I’ve known you, like really known you, two weeks.  Let’s get some shit straight.  I’m not your average woman.  I’m not out to bag a biker.  I’m not out to warm the back of a bike.  My validation doesn’t come from an ol’ lady cut.  Tripp, you’re hot.  We’re stuck together.  I wanna fuck, not get married.  I was born a Hellion, I’ll breed little Hellions one day, and then I’ll die a damn Hellion.  ONE.  FUCKING.  DAY.  I want a good time, not a fucking ball and chain.  Nothing more, nothing less right now.”

With that, I storm off to the bathroom.  Showering, changing, and going to bed without a single word to anyone else. 

The walls are closing in.  Being so close to her, but keeping my distance fucking sucks.  It’s for the best that she hates me.  One day, she does want the happily ever after and I’m not that man.  I’m thirty-three years old.  I don’t live a lifestyle that promises me thirty-four. 

Hooking up with her was a mistake.  I crave her body like a heroin addict craves a needle to put in their vein.  She’s my paradise.  She consumes parts of me I never knew I had.  Compassion, concern, and comfort, those are things I never had for anyone outside of my club brothers and I only have so much for them.  With each mile that passes by, I worry more about Doll’s comfort and her needs.  Never has a bitch gotten so deep within me. 

I’m not good for her.  I’m a bastard kid that grew into a bastard man.  She’s a Hellion with or without tying herself to a brother.   Roundman wouldn’t want her with me.  He knows what I’ve done for the brotherhood, the risks I take with each run.  That’s not the life I’d ever want for my daughter, if I had one. 

Internal conflicts wage war in my head all night long.  I wake up after little to no sleep, feeling no better about the situation with Doll.  On one hand, I want nothing more than endless nights sated inside her body.  On the other hand, the more serious hand, I’m no fucking good for her.  I’m no fucking good for anyone.