Ride with Me

Ride with Me by Chelsea Camaron, Ryan Michele

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figures out what I have just seen.
    “You bejeweled a plastic cock?”
    “Well, I hear that’s how you like it,” she jokes.
    Jolene takes a seat and puts her fingers in her ears. “Lalalala … I love my son, and I know he has sex, but I do not want to think about the wing-wing I had to clean when he was a baby being accessorized.”
    We all laugh and take our seats. When a short, dark, curly-haired woman enters the room, Sass introduces her.
    “This is Felicia. She’s our ‘spice’ consultant.” Sass laughs at saying spice, and I still feel lost.
    The woman lifts the drape covering the long table in front of us, and I can’t hide the surprise on my face.
    “Guys, Rex has rules,” I warn.
    “They all do. They want your pleasure to come from them, blah, blah, blah,” Tessie, who is normally quiet and reserved, says as Doll and Sass nod their heads in agreement.
    “Fingers, face, or cock—that’s how I get my Os.”
    “Yup, us too, but we can still have some fun teasing them,” Sass adds.
    “Imagine him coming home from a run and you playing with one of these.” Doll holds up a giant, plastic cock.
    “He would pinken my ass,” I answer honestly, and Jolene simply laughs.
    “Precisely!” Doll and Sass say in unison.
    Well, I guess this is going to be a spice party with lots of surprises.
     

 
    I try to call Lux twice and get no answer. Tripp keeps walking away every time Doll calls, and if we are in the truck, he gets off the phone abruptly when she calls.
    “Got something you wanna tell me, brother?” I finally ask as my frustration builds.
    “Nah, why?” he barks back.
    “Down, boy. You’re the one acting like you’ve got something on your mind.”
    He shakes his head. “It’s been a long ride, Rex. We’ve got shit going down and shit to face when we get home. All this Fury mess has to be sorted.”
    “Truth.”
    Picking up my phone, I text Lux, knowing we are hours from the coast. Once we report to Roundman and have a sermon concerning Fury, I should be on my way to my woman in a matter of twenty-four hours. I can be balls deep in less than thirty-six.
    Fingers, face, and cock. I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name.
    Her reply has me ready to get the fuck out of this truck.
    I can’t wait to be screaming your name.
    I adjust myself and settle in for the homestretch. At the same time, the drive feels like it takes forever, it happens so quickly.
    We pull into the compound about an hour to sunset, the Hellions flag flying in the wind alongside the American flag and POW/MIA. We pull into the parking lot, and I see cars and bikes around, making me wonder why there’s so much activity at the clubhouse tonight.
    Tripp parks our rig to the side, and I grab my duffle bag and hop down. As I make my way around the front, I look up to see my son Axel running full force at me. I roll my sunglasses up onto the top of my head as I try to figure out why he’s here. My mind races because he should be home in Catawba, not here at the coast.
    Shooter follows at a steady pace behind him. Axel hits me full force, and I step back to take his weight, hugging him tightly.
    “It’s gonna be awesome! She said we didn’t have to wear suits,” Axel rambles breathlessly. “Well, unless you want to. Lux said, if you wanted to wear the suit, she certainly wouldn’t complain.”
    I look down at my boy. “Son, what the fuck are you spoutin’?”
    “Lux, she’s got your whole wedding planned. Tonight’s the night we get to be a family like Momma and Shooter.”
    My heart skips a beat then pounds rapidly in my chest. My palms sweat, and I’m sure my face has paled. Lux is here. My wedding is planned—our wedding is planned.
    We get to be a family.
    Shooter joins us and ruffles Axel’s hair. “The card. You’re supposed to give him the card.”
    Axel smiles at my Hellions’ brother who happens to also be his stepfather. “Oh, yeah.”
    I look at Shooter who shrugs his shoulders. “You know

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