Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter8

I started kissing him all over his body, calming him down. He was breathing quickly, and rubbing his hands all over me. We were so raw and there wasn’t alot to say, so he got up to go to the bathroom, and I wiped everything coming out ofme with my tank top on the floor. I crawled under the covers and waited for him to comeback in from my bathroom. “I have to pull my bike in and shut the garage” he stated as he came out ofthe bathroom, “If you want me to stay.” I nodded and he threw his jeans and t-shirt on and walked out. I heard the garage door close, and Carter came back in with a glass of water. We both drank out of it, and then I lay on his chest and tried to stay awake while he rubbed my body. I drifted offto sleep, putting aside my fears and concerns for the night.

I woke up feeling Carters throbbing erection rubbing against the back of me. He was spooning me, and waking me with his arousal. He wrapped his arm around me and cupped my breast, stroking my nipple and getting it hard. He then moved his fingers down my stomach to play with my clit, pushing it and moving it around. I was getting wet quickly, something he already knew would happen. He stuck two fingers inside me and continued to tease and play, until he knew he could push himself in while spooning me. When the head got into me the rest slid with ease, and I was trying hard not to have an orgasm right away. He was so long and thick it didn’t take long, and before I knew it we were both coming again together. The sun was coming up and the bed and our bodies were a mess, but we fell back to sleep tangled together again.

It was late in the morning on Saturday and I knew my mother would becoming home later in the day. I laid in Carters arms, looking at the tattoos he had accumulated over the years. He only had a couple when I knew him before, but now he had some serious ink. He must have felt me staring at him, because he woke up. He rubbed his arms and pushed into him, enjoying my naked body on his. He wrapped me in his arms, and then said things I wasn’t ready to hear. “Avery you know that you will always be special tome, but you don’t want to be a bikers old lady. You deserve more out of your life, and you are going to be leaving again soon. Let’s not get further into this, ok?” he said, not looking at my face. I was instantly shocked, hurt, confused, and wondering why I let myself fall for him again. I was already invested, already involved. I nodded in silent agreement, and part of me knew that it was the truth.

He got out of bed and got dressed, and then came and sat by me on the bed. “It has to be this way” he said again, confirming what he had just told me. I looked away, unable to see his face, because it hurt too badly. I didn’t stop him when he left the house, and when I heard him fire up his motorcycle and head out of the driveway. Instead, I took myself to the shower were I sat and cried.

After my shower I got the house ready for my mother and my new step dad came home, and I knew I wasn’t going to tell her that I saw my stepbrother Carter. I knew that she wouldn’t approve, and in away it would be weird because she had remarried. I looked like helland you can see that I was broken. I was hoping she would be so occupied with things to do after being gone that she wouldn’t notice. I decided to sit down and write, to clear my mind and give me some perspective.

Who decides that I can’t be the girl that Carter needed me to be? Who gets to make the decision that we can’t be together, just because our parents were married and because he is in a biker gang. I can do anything that I want with my life, and I’m not going to let anyone, including my mom or my friends, decide otherwise forme. I had a plan, and tonight I was going to get back the guy that I choose for myself 5 years ago. Ipicked up my phone and dialed Lauren. “Hey girl, you still interested in that guy named Pat? Good, we are going to make a trip to see him” I continued, and then I put my plan into action.

Lauren came to my home around 6:00 to help me get ready. My mother had arrived earlier in the day and was napping to deal with her jet lag. I told Lauren I needed to look like the definition of sex. She knew was she was doing, because I looked like just that. She chose a little black dress that had cut outs around the hips, and av-cut into the chest. I wore tall black stilettos, and my hair was curled in ringlets around my body. I put on a light pink lipstick, and I was ready to go.