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MC Romance
Owned By The Bad Boy
By
Chloe Sexton
I knew who he was the minute he walked into the VIP area, even though I haven’t seen him in years. The man demanded attention, with his muscular build towering over 6 feet, tattooed arms, square jaw line, and piercing blue eyes. He was my ex step brother, Carter, the dangerous leader of a motorcycle gang, and the guy who stole my virginity.
I instantly leaned back, hoping to hide behind my friends around the booth we sat at. I ran my hands through my long blonde hair, and pulled it to the side to cover my face a little. I was instantly regretting the white strapless dress I had on, that had my cleavage teasing out of it. I had only been back in California a few weeks since I graduated college, but my friends insisted on dolling me up and taking me out. I would have preferred jeans and a t-shirt.
I had heard about him through the grapevine over the years, and how he took over the well-known biker gang in his small town recently. He was probably here for business, but I don’t think he frequents the city often. Our parents split up about 5 years ago, and I haven’t seen him since. As soon as he started to walk by, I knew I was in trouble.
He glanced my way as he walked by our booth, and glanced back at me, taking a double take. I blushed immediately, and tugged the dress upwards to cover my chest. He quickly looked forward again, pretending like he didn’t see me. There is no way he could have been as embarrassed as I was, for years I watched him go through dozens of women, that all threw themselves at him.
It wasn’t just his gorgeous looks that made women crazy over him, it was what he was using in the bedroom. Because he was my first I didn’t have any comparison for size, but I found as I started dating in life that he was longer and thicker than anyone else I had ever been with. There were only a few to compare him to because I was shy and reserved in nature, but I still thought about him and what it felt like on occasion. To him I’m sure I was just his little step sister Avery who he slept with when no one else was available.
I saw where he was standing near the bar, and instantly two girls were hanging on him, flirting and throwing themselves at him. He shooed the girls away, slapping one on the ass, and leaned against the bar with his drink, talking with a few other sketchy looking guys.
“Avery do you see that guy up at the bar, he’s so hot” my friend Lauren said and grabbed my arm, looking at Carter.
“I think I’ve had enough for tonight, are you guys ready to go?” I responded, hoping to get out without having an awkward interaction. All of the girls said no and ordered another round of drinks. I just finished my undergrad at Columbia, majoring in English and Journalism, and was going to get my masters in the fall. I wanted to be a journalist, and I was often quiet and reserved. My friends loved getting me dressed up and pushing me at guys, getting me out of my comfort zone when I was home.
I didn’t come home to California often, my mother had remarried and I had enjoyed the past 4 years at school. I missed my friends terribly though when I was gone, and I had to admit they always made me look hotter than I knew capable. I always choose to dress casually and didn’t put a lot of effort into my naturally wavy blonde hair, preferring not to draw attention to myself.
Tonight the girls put me in a tight strapless white dress that didn’t cover much of my legs, which was often difficult because I was 5’8. The red peep toe high heels I was wearing didn’t help, and I had on red lipstick to match the shoes. My hair was straightened and down my shoulders, and I wore mascara and eye liner to highlight my blue eyes, something I wouldn’t normally even have in my makeup bag.
To onlookers I appeared to be a fun, outgoing scantily clad blonde, but for those who knew me I looked so different than my day to day appearance. I crossed my ankles trying to prevent people from seeing up my dress, and tried not to stare at Carter.
The waitress set our drinks down along with a shot for everyone. We all tossed the shot back, and instantly I realized it was tequila. I took a long drink of my vodka and cranberry and felt a pull at my other hand. The girls were wiggling their way down the stairs to the main level of the club, and onto the dance floor. I managed to get down the stairs in my heels, and held on to Lauren’s hand as I got crowded in a sea of people. She kept moving closer to the DJ until I could feel the music in my chest, and we started dancing.
I could feel eyes on me, and I wondered if they were Carters eyes. It made me dance looser, and with more energy. It was also filling me with anticipation. Would he approach me in the VIP if he recognized me? Would he want to talk to me, to at least say hi? I looked upstairs, and I could see him staring down at me. Our eyes had locked and I couldn’t look away, almost a minute must have passed and Lauren yanked at my arm, pointing at two guys that were heading our way.
“Carter, I just saw Jack walk in if you want to get to business” Tommy said as he approached me, standing beside me to look at the crowd. I couldn’t believe it was Avery. I couldn’t believe she was in California at the same club as me, and god had she grown up. That dress had everyone staring at her long legs, and I wanted to pull her long hair as I ripped her out of that dress.
I’ll never forget when I took her innocence, and how I felt with her the summer before her senior year of high school. She was so innocent and sweet then, she had no idea how beautiful she was, and how much I had cared about her. It was a time in my life when I wanted to forget my father, and I was leading down a path with the gang I couldn’t bring her down with me.
I walked into a room behind a mirrored wall, realizing that the wall was double sided, and I could see the booths. I was counting the money set on a table in front of me, and I kept looking up to make sure Tommy was keeping watch. It was all there, I loaded it into a bag, and told Tommy to get out of here with it. He put it in his waist and quickly made his way out, with two of our guys next to him.
I watched as Avery swayed through the VIP with her friends, and she resumed her seat at a booth near where I was standing. I watched her drink, smile, and laugh with her friends, and then a group of guys walked up. I saw the one had his eyes on her, and he took the seat next to her. I tensed, feeling enraged, and I knew I had to have her right then.
“Let’s do more shots Kate” Lauren yelled. I was feeling tense because the guy from the dance floor was sitting next to me. I think he said his name was Sean, but I didn’t care. I was scanning the room looking for Carter. We downed another round of shots and I put the glass on the table, and started digging through my clutch to check my phone. The laughter and conversation at our booth stopped so I looked up, and there was Carter staring at me.
His brown hair was kept longer, curling around his ears, and matched his face framing beard. His blue eyes were staring into me, and I didn’t know what to say. He obviously recognized it was me, and he was silently telling me to get up. “Avery” he said, like a command. I got up and walked out of the booth, everyone was staring at us
.
He put his hand on my lower back and escorted me to the bar area, his hand sending electricity through me. I tried to be graceful on my heels, I tried to act confident. He ordered a drink for himself and looked at me. “Vodka cranberry” I said. He stared at me, studying my face, and my body from head to toe. I was blushing from his hungry eyes on me.
“My have you grown” he said, his mouth curving into a grin. I knew the look on his face, and what was going through his mind. But for some reason, I wanted it more than him. “It’s been a long time” I agreed, touching his arm with my hand. I was never this forward with a man, what had come over me?
We drank our drinks, I told him about my graduation and how I’d be heading back for grad school in the fall. He said he went back to town where his mother lives, and didn’t talk much about his father. He also didn’t say what he did for work, which I’m sure was nothing legal or legitimate. I had already decided I was going to sleep with him when he called me out of the booth.
Girls were gawking at him, his stance made you think about sex. Everything about him made you think about ripping off your clothes and losing your inhabitations. I didn’t want any of these girls taking him home, I felt a need for him. “I could use a ride home” I said, wondering if he would take the bait. He laughed, set his drink down, and walked me to the parking lot.
I waved at my friends as I walked by, all of them wide eyed and confused. The Avery they all knew wouldn’t even talk with a guy, let alone leave a night club with one. We walked up to a white SUV. “Didn’t bring the bike tonight” he said with playfulness. I was glad, I was out of my element enough, and I couldn’t imagine getting onto a motorcycle with him.
He opened the passenger side door for me and I climbed in, and watched him walk around the front of the vehicle. “Same place?” he asked as he stared the car. I nodded and explained my mother was out of town on vacation. I wanted him to know that we would be alone, the house would be empty. We drove with classic rock on the radio, and I left my legs slightly parted. I kept watching him glance over, checking me out without trying to be obvious.
I didn’t want the car ride to end, and I was suddenly feeling nervous about asking him in. This guy fucks women nighty, I’m sure he wouldn’t think twice to sleep with me and leave. He may not even be interested in me. The shots were catching up with me, and I knew the liquid courage I was gathering was going to be enough to get him in the door. As he pulled in the driveway and up the turnaround drive, he looked at the tudor style mansion my mother lived in. I’m sure it brought back memories. “Walk me to the front door” I asked.
He shut off the engine, which meant he intended on doing more than walking me to the front door. I waited for him to open my door and help me out, and I walked to the garage door, typing in the code. The door opened and we walked in, heading into the house from the kitchen. I set my clutch down on the counter and turned half the kitchen lights on. I headed to the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers, opening the tops and handing one to him. He was studying me.
“So this looks the same” he said, looking around. It hadn’t changed much since he had stayed here on weekends he visited his dad, “expect I would have to say the tables have changed a bit” he said. I knew exactly what he meant, and I wasn’t ashamed to say that I brought him here for a reason. It had been a while since I had sex and I knew I wanted him inside me. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t slept with him before.
I drank about half my beer in a couple of gulps, I had to keep the liquid courage going if I wanted to get laid. I set it down and hopped up on the counter, spreading my knees shoulder width apart, giving him the perfect view of my red thong between my legs. He put his beer down and came to me.
Before I knew it his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He was cupping my breasts through the dress. He ran his hand up my neck and into the back of my hair, grabbing a handful and tugging enough to make me look at him. He smelled so masculine it was seductive. I stared back at him, and I felt him slide his fingers between my legs and into my thong.
I was so wet and ready for him already, and I moaned as he slide his fingers in. I started to move my butt to the edge of the counter; I wanted him to push his fingers further in. He pulled his fingers out, making me gasp and whimper. He was giving me a cocky smile. He pulled my thong down and pushed my dress up around my stomach.
I leaned back, trying to avoid the cabinets and items on the countertops. He spread my thighs apart and lowered his mouth to me. He plunged his tongue in and started sucking, making me want to scream. He sucked the top of my clit and then made his way down, pushing his tongue in the most sensitive areas. I grabbed onto his hair and moaned “Oh Carter” as my body started to shake, and waves of pleasure pulsated through me.
He lifted me up and carried me to the living room, tossing me on the couch. I stood up and pulled at his pants, tearing his underwear down too. I pulled my dress over my head, and tossed my bra. His dick was hard and heavy, a thick vein was popping out, and I couldn’t wait. I lay on the couch, begging for him to give it to me. He took off his shirt and I looked at the sleeves of tattoos that covered both his arms, and at the tattoos that went across his chest. The tattoos couldn’t cover his bulging muscles, and all I could focus on was his dick.
He got on top of me and started to push it in. “Yes, yes” I whispered as he pushed it in further, stretching me and filling me slowly. “You’re so wet” he said, hesitant to shove himself fully into me at once. I grabbed his ass and pulled it into me, moaning because of the pleasure and pain I felt. I moved in and out slowly, and I could feel him staring at me.
I looked up at him, and I knew both of us were thinking of past times we were like this. He was pushing so deep inside me, feeling so many places and the friction against my clit was incredible. He put his mouth on my breast, sucking as he thrust, and I knew I was about cum again. I wrapped my arms around him, and opened up deeper to him. He must have known too, because he was pushing harder and faster. I muffled my moans into his shoulder, and felt him pull out of me, shooting cum all over my stomach.
We were both panting, and I felt intoxicated by him. I felt attached to him, I felt the same way I had 5 years ago. I knew this couldn’t be good. I don’t know who was more panicked by the connection. Carter looked at me and stood up, grabbing his clothes and walking to the bathroom. I tip toed up the stairs to through on a shirt and shorts. When I came back down, he looked like he was in a rush to leave. I slowed coming down the steps, suddenly embarrassed and feeling incredibly shy.
“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.
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