ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) Read Free

fucked women every night, between deals and late nights at the club house. I had any girl I wanted when I wanted to have her, but Avery crossed my mind regularly. The girl I have always thought about just came back into my life, and I treated her like an asshole.
    I could usually screw women and leave them, not caring if they got off or enjoyed it. What I did was for me. I definitely didn’t go down on women, not knowing what they could have. Last night I had a need to please her, to make her cum with my mouth, and to feel her inside without a condom. She still had that innocent look in her eyes, and I wondered how many guys she had been with since me. I can still remember the night I took her innocence, the night I realized I was in love with her.
    I pulled into a dive bar about 20 miles out of Oceanside, ready to give the details of an inventory pickup. I didn’t actually deal drugs, but instead I arranged connections for people. I acted as the middle man, the man that could be trusted, and my bike club took a portion of the profits. We often offered protection for the dealers and the clients, and we knew everything going on around us. It was because of this I needed to stay away from Avery.
    I went to brunch Sunday with Lauren and our other friends, knowing they would want to pump me full of information. “He is my step brother you guys, or used to be, whatever nothing happened.” I tried to change the subject. I could tell no one was buying it. I was honestly hurting over it and didn’t want to think about it. We made plans for the week ahead and I knew I would have to distract myself. There was some writing I wanted to get done, along with arrangements for the fall.
    Throughout the week I mostly hung out with Lauren and read. We went to the beach, got pedicures and manicures, shopped and enjoyed doing nothing. I was often resentful that my mother had money and I didn’t have to work, but enjoyed relaxing on a warm summer day, with nothing to do. Lauren had started talking to a guy that graduated from our high school a few years ahead of us, and he convinced her to make it out to a bar he worked at on Friday. It seemed a bit out of town for my tastes, but I wasn’t complaining. I did everything I could all week to try to keep my mind off Carter, and to no reminisce about the past.
                 
     
    When Laura arrived at my house with Katie, one of our friends who volunteered to be the designated driver, she frowned at my outfit choice. “Really Avery, we are going to a bar, not camping.” Laura commented. I looked at my jean shorts and hooded sweatshirt, and then sighed as Lauren headed into my closet. She came out and tossed a distressed jean skirt on my bed, along with a low cut red tank top. “Can I at least wear flats” I complained, and Laura rolled her eyes.
    I changed into the outfit, agreeing it looked casual but sexy at the same time. Laura took my wavy hair and pulled it up into a messy ponytail, teasing it a little, for volume. She sprayed it with hairspray, did my make up, and tossed me nude lip gloss. I went from sulky to sultry in a matter of minutes, and we were ready to go. I chose a pair of strappy brown gladiator flats, and felt confident about myself. It was the perfect pick me up for the week I had.
    We jammed out to our favorite girl bands in the car as we headed out of Oceanside, and I was actually in a good mood. I wasn’t planning on meeting any boys, but a low key bar should be relaxing and entertaining. When we pulled up at the bar, I thought the word dive would be too generous for its condition, and shit hole dump would be better. Lauren looked excited to walk in and see her man, so I followed and played along.
    I sat on a bar stool that had cracked leather that chafed my skin, and looked around at the décor. The bar itself was made of old laminate that was cracked and chipping away, and the tables all looked uneven and like they have seen better days. The bar was dark