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

Chapter 10: Jailbait

A lot of you were excited and eager to read this one, does that mean I'm doing my job right? Haha, without further ado, I hope you enjoy it!

~Bucky~

The sun was warm on my face, the beaming rays from the window shooting in like a lightning bolt. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that this place had no curtains, or if it was the killer hangover already setting in, but I swear this light was making my eyes feel like they were on fire. I rolled over in the unfamiliar bed, surprised to see a strange woman lying next to me. I shot upright, realizing for the first time that I wasn't in my own bed and I had no recollection of how I got here. 

What the fuck happened last night? 

The last thing I remembered was that we'd all gotten together at the clubhouse to see both Mick and Knox off. It wasn't a crazy party or even an official event, and yet, I was suffering from a serious drunk blackout. 

I must have drunk tequila at some point—that shit was like amnesia in a bottle for me. 

I stared back down at the bed, hoping that by giving the woman a second look, some kind of memory would spark in my brain. But no matter how long I stared at her and tried to recognize her, nothing came to me. 

Her skin was a dark chocolate brown, her long braided hair sprawled out all over her pillow. Her pink lipstick still stained her full lips, along with most of her cheek. She wasn't naked, and when I looked underneath the duvet, neither was I, but judging by how swollen my lips felt, and the hickeys trailing all the way down her chest and neck, I would guess that we had done something last night. 

Fuck. 

This kind of thing hadn't happened to me in a while. And yet, here I was, waking up in a strange bed with a strange woman next to me and absolutely no fucking idea how I got here.

Had I initiated it? Had she? 

Who the fuck knew? 

What I did know was, I needed to get the fuck out of here before she woke up. An asshole move? Maybe, but the last thing I needed was to get stuck here trying to somehow break the news that although I was sure we had fun last night, it most likely wouldn't happen again. 

Clean breaks were just easier, and I was all about taking the easy way out. 

Hell—it was half the reason I had been filling my little brother's head about all the reasons why he and Carter would never work. At least that way, I could get him out of her life without actually having to admit why I didn't want him there. Although I was pretty sure they wouldn't have worked out anyway, I had to cover my bases. 

Even now, as I crept out of the bed, I made sure to tiptoe towards the dresser against the wall, even though I was pretty sure this chick was dead asleep, I had to make sure. I winced as the floor creaked beneath my feet, but thankfully, this girl didn't even stir. I reached for my jeans and my t-shirt, glad to see my cellphone laying beneath them. I pulled my shirt over my head and my jeans up my legs in record timing, not even bothering to look for the belt I knew I had been wearing last night. Thankfully, my cut was only a couple of feet away on the ground, and I prayed my boots were by the front door, cos getting home barefoot in this cold would be a major bitch. 

I tiptoed out of the room, struggling to find my way out of this place. It was a house—that much I had figured from the view of the backyard from the bedroom, but it was tiny as shit. I'd found the living room, the space so small the little loveseat in the corner sat right up next to the front door where sure enough my riding boots were resting up against the wall.