Ride Or Die (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 5]

Chapter 4: Playing With Fire

 Happy Tuesday everyone! Also happy December 1st, only 24 days until Christmas!!  

~Bucky~

Fucked. I was completely and utterly fucked. I was also really fucking stupid and a complete moron to even entertain the idea of going near Carter McPherson, but to actually do it? I was a fucking idiot—one who was probably going to lose his dick for touching Mick's daughter.

What in the actual fuck was I thinking?

That was easy—I wasn't, not at all.

I tried to avoid her, I tried to pretend that the attraction I felt for her ever since that night at the bar wasn't there, but it was no use. Even though I was staying away from her, she clearly saw no sense in staying away from me. She liked tempting me. I knew it from the shit-eating grin on her face that day at Hell's Ink. It was even more obvious when she hopped on my lap and began riding my dick in just possibly the most painfully amazing way. I couldn't help but get hard with her on top of me. I also couldn't bear to push her off before she crushed her lips against mine and let my hands roam all over her silky soft skin. Thank the almighty heavens that some divine intervention gave me enough willpower to push her away, cos a few more seconds of that I probably wouldn't have been able to. It also helped that Cash calling my cellphone in a panic brought us both back to reality—cos without it, I wouldn't have been surprised if I ended up balls deep inside of Carter, and that was something I absolutely could not escape from. Making out and fooling around was one thing, but actually fucking her would be putting a bounty on my head.

That wasn't to say that I was completely in the clear, cos someone could very easily find out and I would be dead all the same, but at least I hadn't fucked her.

Not that it mattered at this point—I was already dreaming about how her red lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

Thank god I had this lockdown to distract me, otherwise, I would probably be getting myself off to fantasies of Carter giving me a blow job.

Ricky was annoyed when I'd called and told him that Cash had ordered a lockdown, but even still, he met us at Cash's house to escort Carter and the boys to the clubhouse, and I could not have been more grateful when he offered to drive them while I took my bike. It was pretty fucking cold to be riding, but I'd take the chill on my spine and the numbness of my fingers if it meant I didn't have to be in a confined space with Carter right now.

She was all smiles and winks, even when Ricky arrived and helped her throw some shit in a bag in case we had to stay at the clubhouse for a few days, but him being there meant she wouldn't make any advances—at least not here.

What the fuck was wrong with me? It's like I was fucking scared of the girl—all five feet and one hundred pounds of her.

I could easily overpower her, but for some unknown reason, it felt like she was the one in charge and she knew it. I was just lucky to get out of her grasp unscathed, and now that we were at the clubhouse and in front of a very public audience of members, old ladies, kids, and hangarounds, I was safe—at least for a little while.

I watched with Ricky as Carter assured Nora that everything was fine over the phone, and couldn't help my smile while both Ethan and Lucas sleepily talked to their mom. We had woken them out of bed and they had barely spoken ten words since then. They had fallen asleep again on the ride over and were on the verge of it even now as they talked to Nora.

"Love you too," Lucas whispered, his voice trailing off as eyes fell shut.

Carter laughed and sent Nora her best before hanging up.