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 The bar was dark with a few hanging lights, and there were outdated beer lights and old Play Boy posters on the walls.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 th
ink 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.
I unbuttoned my jean skirt and slipped out of it, keeping on my boyshort underwear. As he watched me I pulled my tank top above my head, and slowly undid my bra. I pushed his heavy black leather vest off, his shoulders, and dropped it to the floor. I let him run his hands up and down my body, and then I straddled him on the bed. He took my breast in his mouth and I rubbed his shoulders and arms. I grinded against him, feeling him swell through his jeans underneath me. I pushed him down on the bed, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled the jeans down, leaving his underwear on, and climbed on top of him. He yanked his shirt above his head and tossed it, showing his rock hard abs.
I kissed his shoulders, his neck, his chest covered in tattoos, and around his jawline. I moved my way down to his stomach. As I pulled him out of his underwear, I admired how big he was. I started to pump him with my hands, and then I covered his dick with my mouth. I could barely get halfway down it, by made myself take more and more each time. I loved listening to him saying my name, digging his fingers in my hair. I knew he was too big to take him all the way, so I got him wet and ready to cum. Once I knew he was almost there, I pushed my underwear down and crawled on top of him.
I slowly took him in, arching my back and enjoying every inch. He growled and grabbed onto my thighs, watching me as I started to move up and down him. I loved the feeling of control, deciding how much I was going to take each time I came down on him, and moving myself around. As I grinded harder, I was reaching a climax. I spread my legs out further and pushed hard against him as I was hit with an orgasm, making him penetrate further from the slickness of my cum. As he slid further in me I could feel him breathing fast, and I saw he was gripping the sheets. I wanted to push him over the limit, and I wanted to make him remember me. I rode him hard and fast, pulling to the very top of him and then pushing back down hard. Each time I knew he was almost gone, and then he grabbed my hips and arched into me, filling me with hot creamy cum. He pumped and pumped, and I rode him until it he was done.
I started kissing him all over his body, calming him down. He was breathing quickly, and rubbing his hands all over me. We were so raw and there wasn’t a lot to say, so he got up to go to the bathroom, and I wiped everything coming out of me with my tank top on the floor. I crawled under the covers and waited for him to come back in from my bathroom. “I have to pull my bike in and shut the garage” he stated as he came out of the bathroom, “If you want me to stay.” I nodded and he threw his jeans and t-shirt on and walked out. I heard the garage door close, and Carter came back in with a glass of water. We both drank out of it, and then I lay on his chest and tried to stay awake while he rubbed my body. I drifted off to sleep, putting aside my fears and concerns for the night.
I woke up feeling Carters throbbing erection rubbing against the back of me. He was spooning me, and waking me with his arousal. He wrapped his arm around me and cupped my breast, stroking my nipple and getting it hard. He then moved his fingers down my stomach to play with my clit, pushing it and moving it around. I was getting wet quickly, something he already knew would happen. He stuck two fingers inside me and continued to tease and play, until he knew he could push himself in while spooning me. When the head got into me the rest slid with ease, and I was trying hard not to have an orgasm right away. He was so long and thick it didn’t take long, and before I knew it we were both coming again together. The sun was coming up and the bed and our bodies were a mess, but we fell back to sleep tangled together again.
It was late in the morning on Saturday and I knew my mother would be coming home later in the day. I laid in Carters arms, looking at the tattoos he had accumulated over the years. He only had a couple when I knew him before, but now he had some serious ink. He must have felt me staring at him, because he woke up. He rubbed his arms and pushed into him, enjoying my naked body on his. He wrapped me in his arms, and then said things I wasn’t ready to hear. “Avery you know that you will always be special to me, but you don’t want to be a bikers old lady. You deserve more out of your life, and you are going to be leaving again soon. Let’s not get further into this, ok?” he said, not looking at my face. I was instantly shocked, hurt, confused, and wondering why I let myself fall for him again. I was already invested, already involved. I nodded in silent agreement, and part of me knew that it was the truth.
He got out of bed and got dressed, and then came and sat by me on the bed. “It has to be this way” he said again, confirming what he had just told me. I looked away, unable to see his face, because it hurt too badly. I didn’t stop him when he left the house, and when I heard him fire up his motorcycle and head out of the driveway. Instead, I took myself to the shower were I sat and cried.
After my shower I got the house ready for my mother and my new step dad came home, and I knew I wasn’t going to tell her that I saw my stepbrother Carter. I knew that she wouldn’t approve, and in a way it would be weird because she had remarried. I looked like hell and you can see that I was broken. I was hoping she would be so occupied with things to do after being gone that she wouldn’t notice. I decided to sit down and write, to clear my mind and give me some perspective.
Who decides that I can’t be the girl that Carter needed me to be? Who gets to make the decision that we can’t be together, just because our parents were married and because he is in a biker gang. I can do anything that I want with my life, and I’m not going to let anyone, including my mom or my friends, decide otherwise for me. I had a plan, and tonight I was going to get back the guy that I choose for myself 5 years ago. I picked up my phone and dialed Lauren. “Hey girl, you still interested in that guy named Pat? Good, we are going to make a trip to see him” I continued, and then I put my plan into action.
Lauren came to my home around 6:00 to help me get ready. My mother had arrived earlier in the day and was napping to deal with her jet lag. I told Lauren I needed to look like th
e definition of sex. She knew was she was doing, because I looked like just that. She chose a little black dress that had cut outs around the hips, and a v-cut into the chest. I wore tall black stilettos, and my hair was curled in ringlets around my body. I put on a light pink lipstick, and I was ready to go.
We arrived at the bar and there weren’t a lot of people there. Lauren and I choose a spot where we could easily be seen, and she told Pat to text Carter, to let him know I was there again. He looked nervous, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to serve us, and instead he was supposed to refuse us. He did as he was told, but gave us couple of beers anyways. I waited, and surprisingly it only took about 15 minutes before I heard the sound of his motorcycle coming into the parking lot. Instead of hiding like the night before, I turned around and faced the door, crossed my legs and waited for him to walk in.
He walked in and his eyes were on me immediately. He was eyeing my stilettos and licking his lips, but his fists were clenched. He strode over and ran his hand through his hair, and put his hands on the bar, blocking me in. “Are you fucking crazy Avery, I told you to stay the fuck away from this place because it’s dangerous” he said intensely, looking me over. I took a few seconds to reply, trying to sense what his true feelings were under the anger.
“You left me in bed this morning because you said that I don’t belong in your world. You don’t think that I can fit in, or that I am able to handle what you do for a living” I explained, trying to sound cool and calm even though I was shaking inside. “Carter I’m here to show you that I can be anything that you need or want me to be, and I can fit in anywhere.” I stated. Lauren looked at me gaping, not able to believe what she could here out of my mouth.
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