Contents (93)
- One Ride
- Hellions Motorcycle Club
- Chelsea Camaron
- Contents
- Content Warning
- Stay up to date
- Hellions MC
- Also in this series:
- Hellions Ride On Series:
- Hellions Motorcycle Club Second Generation
- One Ride
- 1
- One Encounter
- 2
- One Day After
- 3
- One Ordinary Day
- 4
- 5
- One Opportunity
- 6
- One Mistake
- 7
- One Threat
- 8
- One Request
- 9
- One Ride Begins
- 10
- On Our Way
- 11
- So Close, Yet So Far
- 12
- 13
- He Went to Jared’s and Not for Jewelry
- 14
- Friends
- 15
- Where’s Waldo
- 16
- Something’s Changed
- 17
- Not Making Sense
- 18
- Miles Keep Passing By
- 19
- How It’s Gonna Be
- 20
- In My Face
- 21
- Know Your Place
- 22
- There’s No Place Like Home
- 23
- Taking It All In Stride
- 24
- Feeling Comfortable
- 25
- Never
- 26
- One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
- 27
- Let Loose a Little
- 28
- I Could Get Used To This
- 29
- Acceptance
- 30
- One Last Night Together
- 31
- Home Sweet Home
- 32
- It’s Been A While
- 33
- Not Enough
- 34
- I Don’t Date
- 35
- When It Comes Down to It
- 36
- Things Change For Us All
- 37
- We Gonna Do This
- 38
- One Ride for Life
- Afterword
- About the Author
- Also by Chelsea Camaron
- Excerpt from Forever Ride
- Forever Ride
- Unsettled
- Acknowledgments
- Production Acknowledgments
Getting off the bike, I gather my things quietly, refusing to hide my disappointment. He could take us a little farther in and I would be there. We check in and take the elevator to our rooms. Tripp pulls Rex aside as I go in the room. Annoyed with Tripp, I go straight to the shower. When I finish, I come out to see Tripp laying clothes out on the bed, my clothes specifically.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Crossing my arms over my towel covered chest.
“We’re going out. Wear this.” He states, walking past me. He tugs at my towel, leaving me naked. He smacks my ass playfully before heading to the shower himself.
Going out? Where is he taking me tonight? Adrenaline rushes through me, as I dress in the short halter topped number with the matching red lace bra and thong Tripp picked out. Smiling as I think I’m glad I packed this.
Tripp exits the shower. His hair is down and his ink glistening as his skin is drying. Walking over to him, I reach up to touch him. He quickly stops me.
“You wanted to see Vegas. We’re gonna see the lights and have a night in sin city. You start something now and we won’t leave this room.”
Tripp easily gets ready, pulling on his jeans, a t-shirt, boots, and his cut. Sass and Rex meet us in the hallway, ready to go out. As we approach the strip, the lights illuminate everything around us making it feel larger than life. I see why it’s called sin city. The atmosphere sucks you in. I feel wild, reckless, and on fire to be as big as the buildings surrounding me.
Parking, we get off and make our way through the crowds. Tripp is tense beside me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. Entering a nightclub, I’m ready to drink, dance, and let loose. Going to the bar first, Sass and I throw back a shot quickly. Lining up the next round, we are getting ready to let the fun begin. Tripp and Rex realize we plan to enjoy the evening for a while and order a beer each. We take our third shots, as a woman is already hanging on Rex.
Hello, do they not see that he’s here with us? I get it, he’s hot. Well, they’re both hot because he and Tripp could easily pass for brothers, their family resemblance is striking. Rex has long hair like Tripp’s but lighter in color. Where Tripp has golden flaked hazel eyes and no visible piercings, Rex has blue eyes and a tongue ring that peeks out when he talks. Do women typically throw themselves at Tripp like this? I’m sure they do. Hell, I tried in my own subtle way the first time we met.
Tugging on my arm pulls me out of my musings. Sass is guiding me away from the bar and to the dance floor. Tripp grabs me, halting my forward progress. Pulling me up against him, he growls in my ear.