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

Chapter 17: Connections

Happy Tuesday friends! Hope you are all having the best day, I am currently enjoying the best winter vibes by editing in bed with a nice hot coffee while it's snow storming outside. Dying for a beach vacation but enjoying today nonetheless. Anyway, I hope you enjoy chapter 17!!

~Carter~

The days of the week seemed to fly by before I could blink. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was like ever since Bucky got back from Tucson and we talked at his place, everything felt right in the world. Sure, those first few days when I thought he was ignoring me sucked, and shit was still hitting the fan with Grandma, my parents were still gone, and I was still here in Tooele when I should have been in New York, but beyond all of that, everything was good.

It was pretty fucking great, actually.

I wasn't exactly sure what Bucky and I were getting ourselves into, but it was fun and I liked him more than I cared to admit. We'd been sneaking around for the last few days, stealing kisses in the kitchen on my lunch break, purposely going out for cigarettes at the same time when we were at the clubhouse the other night, and tonight I'd even convinced him to come over while I was babysitting. Cash had taken Nora as his date to the clubhouse party, and I had been recruited to watch Ethan and Lucas for the night. Of course, I'd called Bucky right away, practically having to beg him to come over, and after only a few minutes of convincing, he texted and announced that he was on his way.

The boys were well and truly asleep by now considering it was almost eleven and they tended to be very heavy sleepers, so I wasn't worried about them. Cash and Nora had only left for the party about an hour ago, and those things tended to run long anyway. Bucky had been worried about the cameras around the house, cos Cash stalked those things like a friggen creep, but I knew how to turn off the recording temporarily without alerting him and he would just think there was some kind of glitch in the system. I had done it before with my parents since Cash had the same system set up at our house a while back and it worked like a charm.

ME: Cameras are off, boys are asleep, Cash and Nora are gone.

I texted.

I waited a couple of minutes, beginning to fear that he had changed his mind and pussied out on me, but when I felt my phone vibrate next to me, I couldn't help my smile.

HIM: Be there in five.

And true to his word, Bucky had shown up five minutes later. Thankfully, he had been smart enough to take his Jeep, so it didn't make too much noise, but his bike would have been less noticeable since Cash's driveway was always known to have a motorcycle or two parked in it. Either way, he was here, and I would only worry about the rest if I had a reason to.

I padded my way to the front door, unlocking it quietly when I saw Bucky reach the front steps with one hand behind his back. I could see his smile as he walked over to me, carefully ducking his head inside before anyone could spot him.

Not that anyone was hanging around outside at this time of night, but he was being cautious anyway.

"Hi," I greeted, leaning up on my tippy-toes to peck his lips.

It took him a second to lean into the kiss, but when he did, I could tell he already wanted more.

It had been an interesting week, to say the least. I started my Sunday by giving Bucky a blow job; something I had only done twice before—summing up the entirety of my sexual experience. I had been nervous about it for only a second before I found myself completely intoxicated by the feel of him. I didn't even have time to freak out as I had with Rhett, cos I had enjoyed every second of physical contact with Bucky so much that I felt like I never wanted to stop. It was such an intense experience, I felt like I had left his place on a high with my emotions on overdrive. I spent the next three days mad at him for not calling me, then spent the last four days in some kind of secret romantic bubble. Well, at least I was in a romantic bubble, Bucky, on the other hand, was shitting bricks every time I came near him. He barely touched me when we kissed, probably terrified that someone would see, and wouldn't let me sit next to him the other night at the clubhouse. Even when we were smoking outside, he made me sit across from him, but that didn't mean I missed the way he was eyeing me up and down like he wanted to devour me.