Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) Read Free

there is another Hellion in the world. What’s the
problem with that?” I ask, trailing my nose along her collarbone
and down to her breasts where I stop to flick each nipple with my
tongue.
    “ No little Hellions.” The
words come out in a pant, and I know she is getting turned on
again.
    “ Pami, close your eyes,” I
whisper against her neck. “Picture it, a little girl with your
brown hair flowing down her back, deep eyes of whiskey, and my
smile. There wouldn’t be anyone more beautiful in the
world.”
    She stills, completely freezes. “Stop,
Boomer. Stop!” she screams, wrenching her hands free and pushing me
off her as she pounds at my chest. “No girls! No kids! Get off me!”
She pushes again, this time throwing me off balance and sending me
sliding off my own bed. I can’t fathom what has her so worked up.
“No girls! No kids!” she continues yelling.
    “ Pami, you know it’s more
than just fucking between me and you,” I say with my ass planted on
the floor as she rushes around to gather her clothes.
    “ No, Boomer! No! No!
No!”
     
     
    ~Pamela~
    A little girl with long, brown hair.
My chest physically hurts, and my body aches to be filled with my
baby again. Twenty-four weeks gestation … the hospital bed, the
pain—it all sits in the forefront of my mind. The contractions
wouldn’t stop, the rapid succession building and
building.
    “ Push ,” the emergency room nurse who moved me to maternity cried
out.
    They couldn’t stop her from coming.
They couldn’t stop my body from giving up on her. They said my best
hope was the Neonatal team. Only, Cannon Marie Williams was born
without the cries of a newborn as she was thrust from the womb.
Cannon didn’t have the heartbeat of a baby on the path to
life.
    The doctors and nurses rushed her away
to work on her. I listened while, in the corner of the birthing
room, they counted the compressions as they fought to bring life
back to the blue body of my baby girl. It was a losing battle. She
was gone. At his hands, I had lost my name, my body, myself, and
more than anything, I had lost my baby girl. Nothing would ever be
the same again.
    Scurrying around, I throw on clothes
without looking at Boomer. We have gotten close over the last
year—well, as close as two people can get when you both have
secrets, big secrets. Obviously, he is in too deeply with
me.
    My body trembles as I feel the wetness
drip down my leg. Does he have any clue what could have happened if
I hadn’t had my tubes tied after losing Cannon?
    Tears well up in my eyes as I think
about his soft words of having a baby with me.
    “ Pami,” he calls
out.
    “ You don’t know me,” I call
out over my shoulder, giving him an ice cold stare.
    Walking out of his room, I tug on my
clothes and don’t look back as I hear him get up. I’m at his front
door when I feel him watching me. Turning the knob, I
freeze.
    “ This is how you want it to
be?”
    I sigh and open the door.
    “ You makin’ your place on
your back?” There is sharpness in his tone, finality, it seems.
“Pami, it could be on the back of my bike.”
    I don’t look back. I don’t stop. One
foot in front of the other, I move forward.
    “ I’ve always known my
place,” I whisper as I close the door behind me.
     
     
    ***
    One week, six hours, eight minutes,
that is how long it has been since I last reached my mother.
Anxiety overwhelms me. Wesson and Colt are getting bigger. They are
a lot for her to handle, two growing boys. My stomach aches, my
heart beats loudly, and my head pounds from thinking of
them.
    I miss my boys. I miss being a mom to
my kids. Without them, I am not me. This self-imposed exile from
their lives is slowly killing me.
    They are better off without me,
though.
    They didn’t ask to be born. They
didn’t ask to have Dennis for a father. They didn’t ask to be
brought into a world of uncontainable fury. They simply didn’t ask
for anything I gave them. Life with my mom is far from