Final Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 9) by Chelsea Camaron

to punch myself for not thinking about it on my own.
    Roundman had her remains transported to a local funeral home here, but she’s simply sitting there with no arrangements made or even discussed.
    Walking to the bed, I lean over as her eyes grow wide as she watches me.
    “Thank you,” I whisper, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. “Thank you for keeping me grounded. So much goes on around me—around us—it’s easy to get lost in the tornado of turbulence.”
    “There was a time when you kept me grounded in the chaos I had in my mind.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I climb over her. “I’m happy to return the favor,” she whispers against my lips.
    Deepening the kiss, I relish the feelings I have for the woman under me. Always on the road, the rambler, the gypsy, I have never been so tied to anyone or anything in my life. It feels different, but not in a way that scares or confuses me. Rather, it’s in a way that soothes me.
    Amy pulls back. “Heads up; you wanna talk about something going on, you talk. Don’t come in our room, accusing me of something like leaving you out. Got it? This is our room—you said you wanted me here. You wanna keep me here, then ask me about what happened before you start all the alpha speak, m … kay?”
    “Alpha speak?” I ask through a laugh, dropping my head to her neck where I trace my tongue along the spot just behind her ear.
    “Those romance novels I love to read, you have alpha speak down, Frisco. But Tripp and Tank may have it a little better. They are younger, ya know,” she teases as I slide her down under me so she can feel my erection between her thighs.
    “Younger isn’t always better, baby. You should know that. They may alpha speak better, but darlin’, I believe actions speak louder than words, and I’m about to show you just how much I want you in this room, in this bed … with me.”
    “Is that so?”
    “It’s so. And then, when I’m done showing your body how much you fit to mine, I’ll make sure I don’t let my Y chromosome fuck with my head in how I talk to you in our room again. Sound good?”
    “Sounds excellent,” she says with a smile as she moves her hands under my shirt to quickly rid us both of our clothing.
    In the cyclone of chaos around me, in all the confusion as to what comes next, I don’t question this right here. Amy and me, she’s the final stop in my ride to love.

Lay to Rest
     

    “Shannon.” I sit, eating dinner across from her. “Wanna talk to you.”
    This feels so foreign. Fatherhood is something men have months of pregnancy to prepare for. The years the child is growing up, parents have time to grow on their own and work on their own skills. I have been thrown into this full-force, and now I have to tackle the hardest obstacle one faces in life: Death.
    “Okay,” she says softly.
    There hasn’t been a challenge between us, but my gut tells me there is more behind her dark eyes than she lets the world see.
    “Made some calls. Your mom’s body was shipped here.”
    She drops her fork on her plate with a loud clank .
    Amy reaches out to squeeze her hand in comfort, only to be rejected.
    “Shannon,” I use a warning tone. “Some things must be laid to rest. Your mother’s body has been at the local funeral home for long enough. It’s time.”
    “ Time ? Suddenly she makes your radar! You haven’t mentioned my mother in the days and weeks I’ve been in your home.” Tears fill her eyes, but she is determined not to let one fall. “While you shack up happily with your whore, I’ve had to remember my mother alone, my old life alone. I didn’t just lose one parent, ya know. I lost my whole life. You want to sit here with this dinner like we’re some family and talk about laying things to rest? Well, how about we lay to rest the charades?” she lashes out at me unexpectedly.
    I itch to shoot something. I wish I could bring Paul Watson back to life, just so I can beat the shit out