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

Chapter 22: Into the Rabit Hole

Happy Monday! I swear every week I post a new chapter, I get more and more excited for you guys to keep reading. This book took me the longest to write and posed the most challenges for me, but somehow, I think it's my favorite. Anyway, I hope you all have been enjoying it as much as I have.

~Bucky~

I knew I shouldn't have done it—any of it. I shouldn't have flirted with Carter, should have never put a finger on her, and I definitely shouldn't have taken her virginity either. I should have pushed her away that first night she kissed me, shut down her advances, and been smart and strong enough to turn her down despite the fact that I was feeling everything she was. I also should have let my brother have her—because, at the end of the day, he was more of the kind of guy that Carter wanted. Carter wanted to get out of Tooele, and away from the small-town life. She wanted to move on to bigger and better things and Rhett could do that for her, I, on the other hand, could not.

I probably shouldn't have answered my phone tonight either, but I had no way of knowing it was her calling. She was smart enough to block her number after I had ignored her calls for the last few days, and that was the only reason I'd even picked up. I was already half asleep when she'd called and although I was annoyed, after hearing the distress in her tone and the tears in her throat, I was relieved that I had been the one she called. I didn't know what was wrong or what had happened, but she turned to me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy about it. It scared me to hear her so upset like that, but more than anything, it scared me knowing that she was drunk, upset, and only one stupid mistake away from trying to drive herself home. I swear I never drove so fast in my life. Every second that passed, all I could think that Carter was gonna get too impatient to wait for me and get behind the wheel herself. I had never felt so much fucking relief than when I pulled into that parking lot and saw her asleep in her Beetle.

I was happy that she had been smart enough to call me, but now I was pissed—more so at myself for letting myself fall into the rabbit hole with her again. I managed to get her home, but of course, she didn't have the key to get inside. And even though I know I shouldn't have agreed to it, I let her convince me to take her back to my place. The only alternative was waking up Cash and leaving her—a drunken mess to explain how she'd gotten there.

I promised myself that it was innocent—nothing more than making sure she had a safe place to stay while she slept it off, but the second we were behind closed doors that all went to shit.

It was me who was intoxicated now, but not by alcohol—by her.

I tried to fight her kiss—at least at first, but there was no use. The second her lips were on mine, I lost all resolve and willpower over my own body. My hands flew to her waist involuntarily and I had hoisted her into my arms without even thinking twice about it. To be fair, it had been a few days since I'd seen her with everything going on, but I was suddenly like an animal who hadn't seen the sight of food in weeks.

I was hungry for her—desperate for any piece of herself that she would give.

I carried her to my bedroom with no struggle at all, placing her down on my bed as I hovered above her. I moved my kiss to her neck, sucking on the spot between her shoulder and collar bones. She moaned, the soft sound sending a signal straight to my dick.

I may have been half asleep only an hour ago, but I was wide awake now and so was Carter.

I could feel how desperate she was for me, her entire body melting into mine as if she needed me to be close to her. She had been tense when I helped her into my Jeep—even while she slept, but now, her shoulders had relaxed and her expression was content. Her hands were desperate, and her smile wide, making it almost enough to convince me to go through with this. It took everything in me to stop her when her hand slipped into my sweatpants, but somehow, I managed to hold her hand in place, not letting her get past the skin at the waistband. My dick was already hard and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of her, but as I cleared the tangled hair from her cheeks and got a better look at her face, her eyes were red and glassy, reminding me that she was far from sober.