Built for Sin: Rebel Souls MC #3

2.0 Carrie

So stupid.

What was I thinking?

What was CJ thinking?

I was pretty sure that what had happened meant she was his old lady now. Hawk or Hunter or whatever she was screaming.

I was stupid, but she was stupider.

The sound of a loud motorcycle pulled me from my thoughts. Looking over my shoulder through the rear window of the car, I saw Bender on his bike, following my Uber. Pulling up the keypad on my phone, I pushed 911, but didn't hit call.

Didn't the MC have the police in their pockets?

They probably wouldn't even come. When my driver pulled up to my house I looked back out the window. He was sitting there, on his bike at the corner of the block, staring.

"Thanks," I mumbled to the driver. Climbing out, I watched him the entire time I walked towards the house. He had a bandana covering his face, probably to protect himself from the cold. I held my breath until I got inside and locked the door. After a moment he rode off.

"Thank god," I mumbled to myself.

Pulling my messages up, I texted CJ.

Me: I'm home

I didn't even wait for her to answer. She wouldn't. She was definitely otherwise occupied.

The same way I could have been occupied with Bender.

My thoughts were jumbled.

I couldn't even remember what happened. One minute we were dancing. It had been...nice. The way he'd felt pushed against me had been terrifying. Too right. His broad body made me feel small, something that never happened to me. I could feel all his muscles against my soft flesh. We'd fit perfectly together. But then, the next minute, we were kissing and watching CJ have sex and then his fingers were on me. In me. And I hadn't wanted him to stop.

Three times. He'd made me come three times.

With just his fingers.

Impossible.

I never.

See? Jumbled.

I must be dreaming all of this. I'm going to wake up any minute and this would all just be a dream. I pinched myself, sure that would wake me up. When I didn't, I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Letting the water warm up I stripped out of my clothes, while I avoided looking at my naked body in the mirror.

Bender. What the hell kind of name was that? It was obviously his road name. But it was a ridiculous one.

I wondered how he got it. But I shouldn't.

I tried to fight the thoughts. I didn't want to keep thinking about him. But how could I stop? I'd never seen a more handsome man in my entire life. In the entire club I only saw one guy who was bigger than he was.

Bender was tall and wide, all hard muscle. And my god, that beard. It hadn't been as hard or rough against my skin as I'd expected when I'd first got a look at him. It was surprisingly smooth and soft. That kiss. I'd never been kissed like that before. His lips had been fluffy pillows for me to kiss. Or for him to kiss me. I'd opened my mouth for him in invitation and hadn't done anything after that. Willingly, I'd let him plunder my mouth and I hadn't wanted it to end, desperate for him to kiss me longer, rougher, more, but I'd been forced to pull away too soon because of his fingers. Even I'd wanted to I wouldn't have been able to stop the moans he'd forced from my lips.