Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) (17 page)

Casey parked the car in front of the
shop doors and killed the engine. Walking in, it actually felt
eerie. I didn’t recognize anyone, but they all said hi to Casey. I
should have expected a new crew of workers; they rotated quite
often. Club business was kept separate from the shop. I could feel
their eyes boring into me, but I kept my eyes trained on the back
door. I wanted to see my man.

“
Ma’am, you can’t go back
there!” one of the guys called out.

“
The hell I can’t.” I
began marching towards the door, knowing that my own personal
heaven was on the other side. I had to see him. I had to feel him
between my thighs. One of the guys grabbed my arm, turning me to
look at him square in the eyes. He was pretty cute, in that
rough-mechanic-having-my-hands-dirty-all-the-time, kind of a way.
His blonde hair was cut very short, and his green eyes were the
color of leaves.

If I wasn’t so pissed that he actually
put his hands on me, I might have been really attracted to him, but
right now, I was livid.

“
I said you’re not going
back there. Why the hell did you bring this slut around?” he
accused Casey. This guy went from cute to an ass in about two
seconds. Before Casey could say anything, I wrenched my arm out of
his grasp and swung, my fist crashing into the guy’s nose,
squirting blood everywhere. “You bitch! Call Diamond!” he barked at
the guys turning and coming towards me.
Bring it fucker
.

I’m known for my speed, and this guy
coming after me was going to be a challenge, but I needed it. I
needed to feel alive again.

“
Don’t!” I heard Casey
yell, but totally ignored her. I knew I could take him if I was
smart.

He swung with this right hand, but
missed, sending him off balance. Taking advantage, I laced my
fingers together creating a large fist. Pulling back, I swung hard,
hitting him directly in the back, making him fall to the ground on
his knees. He grunted, and I was pleased with my skill. Swinging my
right leg, my boot slammed his face hard, sending blood flying
through the air. He fell with a thud.

Looking around the shop, I noticed the
other guys were starting to come at me. I smiled. I loved this
shit. It was so different fighting on my own turf than in
jail.

“
Please stop,” Casey said,
looking at her nails as if she were bored out of her
mind.

“
You could help me out
here; ya know,” I said, laughing.

Her eyes met mine. “You got this, and
I just got a manicure while you were getting your hair done. I
never get my nails done. I want to keep them nice, and I have to
work with them.” Casey smiled that beautiful smile.

Hearing boot steps behind me, I
glanced quickly to see another man trying to sneak up on me. I
loved the ones that thought they could one up me. When the guy
approached, I turned quickly, kicking my leg up high and swung
hard, hitting him directly in the face.

My joy was quickly tarnished when a
gun was pressed into the back of my head and cocked. Shit. Well,
this was how we were gonna play this, huh?

“
Sugar, you just stirred
up a shit storm.” The southern drawl to his voice mixed with the
smell of leather, cigarettes, and radiating testosterone would have
made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by pressing a damn gun to
my head.

“
Low, don’t.” I ignored
Casey just as I always did. Quickly, I turned my body. As my arm
reached back to knock the gun out of his hand, I instantly froze.
The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red light flashing
in my eyes. Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in front of
me. I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that
is.

The man standing in front of me caught
my breath and short-circuited my senses. His broad shoulders were
covered with a skin-tight; black t-shirt and leather rag adorned
with several patches that fit him like a glove. His bulging arms
were covered in tattoos from the wrist up. They were flexed; one
pointed the gun with precision, and the other was fisted at his
side. His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides, but longer
on the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it. His
beard was cut very short to his skin making my mouth water,
wondering what it would feel like between my thighs. His sapphire
eyes narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly into them, becoming
entranced unable to speak.

“
What the fuck is going on
here?” Breaking from this man’s stare, I focused on the familiar
voice I’ve missed for too long. Pops eyes swept the room quickly,
and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger in them instantly
faded. “What the hell’s going on?” He eyed the man with the gun
pointed directly at my head, and he clenched his hands into
fists.

“
Hey, Pops,” I said,
turning my eyes back to the beautiful specimen in front of me,
wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid. If I needed a bullet in
my head, so be it. I wouldn’t shy away.

“
You know this bitch?” the
hot asshole in front of me clipped, and my lip curled slowly. If he
wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show him how much of a bitch I could
be.

“
Put the damn gun down,
Cruz,” Pops said jokingly. The anger dripping off this man’s face
in front of me told me he didn’t see anything funny about this. He
began to take a step closer. “Cruz. Stop!” Pops barked loudly as
the other guys started walking up behind him. Cruz instantly
stopped but kept the gun on me. “Cruz, this is my daughter,
Princess.”

“
Shit. Are you fucking
kidding me?” Cruz’s anger was actually pretty funny, and I had to
stifle the small laugh that wanted to escape. I had too much
respect to let it fly. But the shocked look on his face was pretty
priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass. I probably should have
told him that sooner, but what can I say… I was born a
bitch.

“
No, I’m not fucking
kidding you. Get the fuck away from her, and put the goddamn gun
down.” Turning my head towards Pops, I could see he was fuming.
Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and the
lines throughout it became more prominent along with the vein in
his neck that ticked with his heartbeat. It’s a look I always hated
growing up; it used to scare the ever-loving shit out of
me.

My eyes flicked back while Cruz took
one more look at me. “If you’re still pissed later, we can meet in
the ring.” I smiled my damnedest. I could see the smoke threatening
to come out of his ears. Confusion laced his eyes, but I wasn’t
about to explain right now. I held out my hand to Cruz, “Nice to
meet ya. I’m Harlow.” He stared me down as if he was hoping he
could make me combust into a million pieces. Sorry Buddy, your
super powers, won’t work. I’ve been here too long to let that get
me.

He tentatively lowered the gun,
putting it behind his back, bringing his hand to mine. My hand
slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock raced through my
body, beginning at our connected hands and racing all the way
through to my feet setting my body on fire. “Cruz.” Snapping myself
out, I pulled out of his grasp quickly not wanting him to feel the
same. Breaking away from his intense eyes, I winked, brushing past
him, I jumped in my Pops’ arms. He picked me up and hugged me
tight.

“
Hi Daddy,” I whispered in
his ear, so he was the only one who could hear. I hadn’t called him
that in public since I was a kid. He’s Pops to everyone around
here, including me.

“
Hey, Baby Girl. About
time you got back here.” He squeezed me and set me down on my feet.
Looking up at him, his long black beard had a lot of gray growing
through it, making it look salt and pepperish. The hair on his head
looked the same, but with even grayer hairs sprinkled throughout.
The eyes I stared into were the most beautiful powder blue. They
were the eyes that held safety for me through all of these years.
Sporting a lot more lines around his eyes, I wondered how he’s been
feeling.

“
You okay, Pops?” I asked,
tilting my head to the side and raising my eyebrows. My hands
rested on his chest.

“
I am now.” His beard
tried to hide his smile, but I saw it there, his silver front tooth
flashing at me, the smile warmed me like no other. My Pops may not
lead a conventional life, but one thing was an absolute; he loved
his family and would do anything for us.

“
You come back, and I get
nothing?” Turning towards the low voice, I launched myself into my
brother’s arms, wrapping my arms around him as tight as I possibly
could, squeezing the shit out of him. My brother… and this one was
by blood. Growing up, we knew he’d be a member of the club as soon
as he could be patched in. We were raised here together. Ma kept me
further away than G.T., but that was for obvious reasons. G.T.
patched in when he turned eighteen. I was so damn proud of
him.

“
Hi, G.T.,” I said,
burrowing myself in his strong chest.

“
Hey, girl. You doin’ all
right?” He was utterly handsome. His short beard covered his face,
while his blonde-brown hair hung low to his shoulders. He had the
exact same navy eyes that I had, and every time I looked into them,
I felt that same deep connection we’ve had since we were kids. I
would do anything for him, and I knew he would for me. His tatted
up arms were rock solid, and the shirt he was wearing was tight
around the sleeves, showing every ripple. His small nose and strong
jaw complete the package. Not that I was attracted to him, but the
hordes of women that came and went for him definitely
were.

“
Yeah, Baby Brother. I’m
good.” I smiled up at him, turning to see all the men that I’ve
known my entire life. Pride and joy melted through my heart. After
hugging Dagger, Rhys, Zed, and Becs, I looked for him. Our
President. I know I’m not a member, but I am in this family, and
Diamond was our head man.

“
Where’s Diamond?” I asked
Pops, looking behind him at the strong men I’ve grown up caring
about. Yes, they were menacing, and no one would want to piss them
off, but to me, they were my family. I loved each of them in their
own way.

“
He’s inside. We wanted to
check out everything before having him come out.” Diamond was king
around here. We all respected him and accepted his words as law. He
took over as President after my Gramps passed away with Pops as his
Vice President. He was sharp as a tack and knew his shit. He’s a
very smart business man and rode with the guys regularly. You’d
never know he was pushing seventy.

“
I’ll see him in a minute.
I need to see Sting.” I needed him more than I needed to breathe at
the moment.

“
Come on.” G.T. put his
arm around my shoulders squeezing me as he led me to the back
room.

Blocking the path in front of us was
the garage man from earlier. “I’m so sorry. I was just trying to
protect him.” His voice was shaky, but who could blame him, I
dislocated his nose.

“
I appreciate that.
Thanks.” I smiled sweetly. I knew he was just doing his job. I just
didn’t care, ‘cause no one keeps me away from my man. Could I have
handled it differently, sure, but shit happens.

G.T. opened the door, and sitting
inside was my man. In the middle of the room, my ’97 Ultra
Groundpounder Hardtail stood proudly. His chrome body hard and the
beautiful red and black paint graced him like a glove. He was the
ultimate man. He felt great between my legs, never let me down, and
was always there when I was in need. Warmth and love flowed through
my body.

“
Anyone been taking him
out?” I asked to the roomful of men that piled in behind
us.

“
I have. He’s in good
shape.” Pops’ voice came from behind. I knew could count on
him.

“
Thanks, Pops,” I said
straddling my beast between my thighs. Reaching for the handlebars,
I fired him up. The roar of the engine and the rough vibrations had
my panties growing instantly wet. They didn’t call this machine a
Milwaukee vibrator for nothing.

“
Umm… You okay, Princess?”
G.T. asked eyeing me, a wide grin spread across my face. “I’m not
gonna sit here and watch you get off.”

Looking up at him, I responded, “Then
you better get the hell out of here quick.” My body was burning for
release. It’d been way too long, and the vibrations were just too
damn good hitting my clit just perfectly.

“
I’ll watch.” Dagger cut
through, crossing his arms across his chest.

“
Dagger, you’d stop to
watch two dogs fuck,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows
suggestively.

“
Damn right, and the only
thing better than watching you come would be my dick making you do
it.” Dagger’s been in the club for years and was a monumental whore
who fucked anything that had a hole, female of course, and made no
qualms about it, even to his ol’ lady. Dagger’s a very rugged man.
His leathery skin was masked by his long blond hair that’s braided
down his back with his red, white and blue bandana covering across
his forehead. He’s made no secret over the years that he’d love to
take me for a ride. Too bad for him, I stay far away from
brothers.

“
You’re not watching my
girl. Get the fuck out!” Pops barked at the men, but none of them
seemed to move, surprising me. G.T. and Pops made a quick exit. I
shook my head, swallowing my laughter.