ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) (2 page)

“Well hey, it was great catching up, seeing you again” he said in a low husky voice, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll see you around” he added, and headed out the garage. 

I cleaned up the living room and straightened up the kitchen, trying to replay the night in my mind. It was well past 1:00 am, and I grabbed my phone to check for messages. My friends had all texted me, some worried, others telling me to have fun. I felt slightly disgusted with myself, especially since I didn’t use protection. Who knows how many girls he had like that, and what diseases the girls may have? I was on the pill, so I didn’t have to worry about pregnancy.

As I crawled into bed I felt exhausted. In a way he was my first love, the first guy I ever cared about, and I still couldn’t believe what happened tonight. I remember how careful he had been with me, how enthralling it was sneaking around our parents. It took me years to get over him, if I really even was. Tonight felt so good, so comfortable like it did when we first did it, but just like then he was using me and on to the next girl. I fell asleep angry and sad, feeling sick to my stomach. I had to make sure I didn’t run into him again the rest of the summer.

It was just me and the open road on my bike, and I couldn’t get last night with Avery out of my mind. Of all the times I imagined running into her again, that is not the way I had always thought it would go. I fucked women every night, between deals and late nights at the club house. I had any girl I wanted when I wanted to have her, but Avery crossed my mind regularly. The girl I have always thought about just came back into my life, and I treated her like an asshole.

I could usually screw women and leave them, not caring if they got off or enjoyed it. What I did was for me. I definitely didn’t go down on women, not knowing what they could have. Last night I had a need to please her, to make her cum with my mouth, and to feel her inside without a condom. She still had that innocent look in her eyes, and I wondered how many guys she had been with since me. I can still remember the night I took her innocence, the night I realized I was in love with her.

I pulled into a dive bar about 20 miles out of Oceanside, ready to give the details of an inventory pickup. I didn’t actually deal drugs, but instead I arranged connections for people. I acted as the middle man, the man that could be trusted, and my bike club took a portion of the profits. We often offered protection for the dealers and the clients, and we knew everything going on around us. It was because of this I needed to stay away from Avery.

I went to brunch Sunday with Lauren and our other friends, knowing they would want to pump me full of information. “He is my step brother you guys, or used to be, whatever nothing happened.” I tried to change the subject. I could tell no one was buying it. I was honestly hurting over it and didn’t want to think about it. We made plans for the week ahead and I knew I would have to distract myself. There was some writing I wanted to get done, along with arrangements for the fall.

Throughout the week I mostly hung out with Lauren and read. We went to the beach, got pedicures and manicures, shopped and enjoyed doing nothing. I was often resentful that my mother had money and I didn’t have to work, but enjoyed relaxing on a warm summer day, with nothing to do. Lauren had started talking to a guy that graduated from our high school a few years ahead of us, and he convinced her to make it out to a bar he worked at on Friday. It seemed a bit out of town for my tastes, but I wasn’t complaining. I did everything I could all week to try to keep my mind off Carter, and to no reminisce about the past.

When Laura arrived at my house with Katie, one of our friends who volunteered to be the designated driver, she frowned at my outfit choice. “Really Avery, we are going to a bar, not camping.” Laura commented. I looked at my jean shorts and hooded sweatshirt, and then sighed as Lauren headed into my closet. She came out and tossed a distressed jean skirt on my bed, along with a low cut red tank top. “Can I at least wear flats” I complained, and Laura rolled her eyes.

I changed into the outfit, agreeing it looked casual but sexy at the same time. Laura took my wavy hair and pulled it up into a messy ponytail, teasing it a little, for volume. She sprayed it with hairspray, did my make up, and tossed me nude lip gloss. I went from sulky to sultry in a matter of minutes, and we were ready to go. I chose a pair of strappy brown gladiator flats, and felt confident about myself. It was the perfect pick me up for the week I had.

We jammed out to our favorite girl bands in the car as we headed out of Oceanside, and I was actually in a good mood. I wasn’t planning on meeting any boys, but a low key bar should be relaxing and entertaining. When we pulled up at the bar, I thought the word dive would be too generous for its condition, and shit hole dump would be better. Lauren looked excited to walk in and see her man, so I followed and played along.

I sat on a bar stool that had cracked leather that chafed my skin, and looked around at the décor. The bar itself was made of old laminate that was cracked and chipping away, and the tables all looked uneven and like they have seen better days. The bar was dark with a few hanging lights, and there were outdated beer lights and old Play Boy posters on the walls. I almost want to laugh it was such a scene. The three of us girls stood out like a sore thumb, drawing the attention of everyone in there. There was a group of guys wearing matching leather jackets in the back corner in some booths, and I assumed they were part of a gang.

We ordered beers and we were given cans, I assumed they couldn’t afford bottles or didn’t want to deal with the broken glass if there were fights. Lauren flirted, and I tried my best not to tough anything. After we were halfway through our second beer, I heard and felt rumbles coming in from outside. I froze, and instantly knew what the sound was. It was the sound of motorcycles, and I instantly feared who may come walking through the door. What are the odds?

I didn’t have to look when the door opened, I instantly felt his presence. I was tense all over; I didn’t want him to think I was following him. I should have known this wasn’t a good idea when Lauren suggested it, and I was seriously doubting her taste in men considering where we were.

“What the hell are you doing here” I heard Carter question behind me, he sounded furious. I turned around to look at him, almost knocked out by the sight of him. He was wearing loose fitting distressed jeans that hung low on his hips, and a plain black t-shirt that was tight around his biceps. His tattoos were complimented by the black leather vest he wore, and he had a bandana on his head. He was towering over me with rage in his eyes. “You girls need to get the fuck out of out here” he commanded, and Lauren and Katie also looked scared.

The bar tender looked up, realizing he made an obvious mistake inviting us there. That’s when it hit me that Carter was probably there on business. That meant we were in the middle of a transaction that was about to go down, or we were in serious danger. I felt Carter’s hand grab my arm and pull me up off the stool. “Avery get out of here now” He said again, closer to my ear so he didn’t cause more of a scene. I headed to the door, with Katie and Lauren following me. There were about five guys escorting us to our car, and I saw Carter go to the guys in the back of the bar.

We were all shaking when we got in the door and locked the doors, tearing off before even buckling. “Holy shit that was crazy” Lauren stated, none of us really knowing what to say. “I’m going to say that the bar tender isn’t worth it” I added, looking out the window. We all laughed, even though we all realized how serious the situation was. “This is why I don’t leave the city” Katie explained, and I had to agree with her.

We decided to hit a local Oceanside bar with people we knew, bouncers and cell service. We strolled in, and we actually felt a little underdressed. I was fine with my outfit, I preferred not to draw attention to myself anyways. Lauren on the other hand, she was reapplying lip gloss every few seconds. We all start drinking and recognized a group of guys we had met on the beach earlier in the week. Everyone was talking and laughing, and soon we forgot about our scary encounter just hours before.

I looked at the preppy and beachy guys around me, wearing designer shirts, polos and warm weather attire, and compared them to Carter. He looked so manly, so aggressive at the bar, and I wondered if that was how he normally dressed. When our parents were married, his father always wanted him to be more mature, dress nicer, act differently, and follow in his entrepreneur footsteps. He instead wanted to run around with his friends in his hometown, cause trouble and ignore his father.

A very polite guy named Chase had been conversing with me all night, and he majored in Communications and Broadcasting, so we talked about media and journalism and the Internet, and where the industry was headed. It was nice to talk with someone who shared my interests, and he was easy on the eyes. He didn’t have the bad boy image I was obviously drawn to, but tonight was a clear example of why Carter was a risk. I couldn’t let him control my mind like he did before, and I was going to live this summer for me.

Since Katie wasn’t drinking much, she ended up driving four of us home. She had me and Lauren, Chase and his friend Ryan that Lauren was flirting with. I was sitting next to Chase in the car, and couldn’t help but notice how fresh and clean he smelled, like cologne and soap. Nothing like Carter, who smelled masculine. I shouldn’t even be sitting here comparing the two, since I had no intentions on seeing Carter again. We pulled in my driveway and I was the first person to be dropped off. Chase got out of the car and held the door open, and I stepped out. I had given him my number in the car but I didn’t want him to make a move or try to come in. As I stepped out I noticed Carter standing by his bike, parked in front of the garage. I wasn’t sure if anyone else could notice him, so I didn’t say anything, and instead waved and trotted up the walkway.

As the car pulled out of the driveway I walked up to Carter, wondering what he wanted. “Where in the fuck have you been, it’s damn near 3 in the morning” he questioned, and then he stood up and walked towards me. I slowed my strides, wondering how long he had been there waiting for me to arrive. “I’ve been out … how long have you been waiting here and why?” I said, opening the garage door, but not walking inside. “I talked to Pat, the bartender, so tell your friend to find a new guy, I don’t ever want to see any of you girls at that bar again. That bar is used for business purposes, the three of you were fucking in danger. I had to make sure you made it home and no one followed you, I’ve been sitting here for hours.” He shouted. He looked like he was ready to lose it. “I’m sorry” was all I could get out, and I wasn’t sure where to go from here.

I headed to the house door from the garage, not saying another word. He had no right to follow me home or wait for me, especially after how he treated me last night. As I reached for the door handle he called after me. “So that’s it?” he asked, waiting for a response. I didn’t know what to say. I turned around in the doorway, looking at him. “What do you want from me Carter, you thought that you could come here and get some again, and use me like you did when I was a kid?” I lashed back. I couldn’t even believe that I said it but it was already out of my mouth.

“Please, you started hooking up with me and then you decided to go to school far away to get away from me” he answered, walking towards me. “You showed up tonight to prove what? That I couldn’t have you?” he continued starting to raise his voice. I walked into the house, not wanting to draw attention from the neighbors, and he followed me in. He shut the garage the door, and I continued to walk through the kitchen to the family room. I leaned against the couch, trying not to think about him having me under him on it last night.

“I was at the bar because Lauren was invited by the bartender guy, Pat.” I explained, crossing my arms against my chest. I saw him looking at the hem of my jean skirt, and at the low plunging line of my red tank top. “I had no idea that you were going to be there, trust me, or I wouldn’t have showed up” I added. He looked angry with me, and I didn’t understand why. “I can’t stand here and not touch you” he said as he leaned towards me. I moved out of the way.

I couldn’t get caught up in his touch again, and I couldn’t let him take control of me. I headed to bar in the basement to get a drink, hoping he wouldn’t follow me down the stairs. He did, I felt him gaining ground on me. I kicked off my sandals and went right to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of Vodka and grabbing a glass. “Make mine a double” he said, taking a seat in front of me at the bar. I grabbed another glass, made two strong drinks, and added some club soda to help make the concoction drinkable. We both sat there and drank, not saying word. This basement was the location of many of our hookups when I was in high school, and I wanted to keep the memories out of my mind.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night” he admitted, waiting for a response from me. Even though I felt the same way, I didn’t want to expose myself to him. I didn’t want to say the things that he expected to hear the things he expected. I stood there looking at how different he was from me, in his biker gear, tattoos and all. I tilted my head back and took the rest of the drink in one gulp with his eyes watching me. “Come here” he said, and for some reason I did. I walked around the bar, and crashed into him.

Carter put his arms around me, and started running his hands down my back. My nipples were getting hard as I pressed against him, and I already knew where this was going to go. “Let’s go to bed” I whispered, looking for the comfort of my bed and his body. He held my hand and took me to the main level of the house, and then up to my bedroom. He sat on the bed and I walked up to him, pulling the banana of his head, and kissing his forehead. He pushed my shirt up my stomach, kissing around my belly button.