11. Chapter Eleven
Maya
“ Y eah, I’m out front. I’ll be in a few.” I hung up with Terri just as the rideshare pulled up in front of the bar, Satan’s Palace.
Graduation night had finally come. It had been a long day of celebrating with friends and Jenna, and now it was time to party it up. I was officially done with nursing school and already had a job offer. I started my new nursing job a week from Monday.
All of that was the furthest thing from my mind as I stepped out of the car.
Dressed in a skintight red sequin dress that dipped low in the front, showing my ample cleavage, with skinny strings that held the dress up.
It laced down my back in a crisscross pattern, displaying miles of smooth skin.
Ending at midthigh, I had to be careful not to flash anyone my thong when I slid from the back of the car.
I rocked a pair of matching red sky-high heels that were sure to kill my feet after a couple hours of dancing, but I didn’t care—I didn’t care about anything tonight.
I showed my ID to the bouncer, a tall man wearing a black leather cut with a patch of a devil on the left, the name Devil’s Psychos patched on the right.
I had a feeling this was a biker bar that Terri had chosen.
Scantily clad women serving drinks to women dressed in even less—my dress was conservative in comparison.
The place was packed, music bumped from the speakers, and people yelled over the music.
The dance floor was hopping and I couldn’t wait to grab a drink and let loose.
In the corner, near the bar, a group of leather clad bikers congregated around a table, surveying the busy bar around them.
In the center of them all, three all too familiar faces had their eyes glued on me.
It was almost comical the way Jason’s gray eyes widen as they roamed over my body, or the way Nico licked his lips as his bright blue eyes hungrily checked me out, and even Marcos’s mouth dropping open when he saw me standing there.
My heart pounded in my chest. What the fuck are they doing here? I had no idea.
“Maya!” My name was screamed across the noisy bar turned dance club .
I smiled broadly and headed for my friends, ignoring the three bikers at the table full of leather clad brothers.
“They keep watching you,” Terri grinned at me as we washed our hands in the bathroom.
I blushed slightly and shrugged. “Let them.”
Terri laughed. “Kara really doesn’t care?”
“Dude, you heard her. Shit, you asked her yourself! She really doesn’t care.
She’s more worried about me getting hurt than anything,” I said.
I frowned at myself in the mirror slightly, thankful that Kara and gone off with Kyle tonight, and wasn’t at the bar to see whatever might happen between her brother and me.
“I mean, you could get hurt in any relationship. Why hold yourself back from love, when its right in front of you?” Terri shot back, raising an eyebrow.
“Who said anything about love? You think three bikers are looking for love and commitment and forever? No. They’re looking to fuck. End of story.” I rolled my eyes and leaned toward the mirror to wipe a smudge of makeup from under my eye.
“What’s wrong with fucking?” Terri laughed. “Three, hot as fuck bikers wanna get down for a night? Sign me the fuck up.”
I chuckled and shook my head at my friend’s antics.
After four years of sharing a dorm room with Terri, countless parties, and endless nights of baring our souls during girl talk, I was feeling nostalgic.
This might be one of the last nights we partied together.
Terri’s parents had moved to Florida in the last year of school, and without a home base in Illinois, she would be moving in with her parents again while she job searched. “I’m going to miss you.”
Terri gave me a wide grin. “Bitch, you ain’t getting rid of me. There’s still phones and social media.”
I rolled my eyes at my friend’s blasé attitude.
“But same, bitch.” Terri walked over, wrapped an arm around my shoulders and planted a big wet kiss to my cheek.
“Ewwww,” I grumbled. I tried to push Terri off me, but she was like a bad smell, still hanging on.
“You fucking love me.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, but grinned widely, watching my friend in the mirror.
Yeah, I was definitely going to miss nights like these.
After the bathroom chit chat, I headed for the bar and quickly ordered another round for my table. I was feeling far too sober after that little show of feelings with Terri. I had just settled onto a stool when I felt them come up on either side of me.
Marcos and Jason to my left, and Nico to my right, making it impossible to look at all three at the same time, without turning my back to one of them. It left me vulnerable, and knowing those three, it was an orchestrated move to make me feel unsettled.
I rolled my eyes at the thought. This wasn’t a chess game, there were no moves to be had. While I didn’t like anyone behind me, I figured Nico was mostly harmless, compared to the other two, so I gave Marcos and Jason my attention as I let my gaze roam over the leather cuts up close.
Black leather with the devil character on stitched the left side.
On the right side, were two embroidered patches: the name Devil’s Psychos on top, and the patch below it read Enforcer, on Jason’s and vice president on Marcos’s.
I frowned slightly as I slowly surveyed them, taking in every detail from the way their shirts hugged their chests, to the way their heavy black boots were scuffed beneath their jeans.
I didn’t say anything as I frowned. I studied their solemn faces—such stark contrast to their confident smirks they bore earlier that afternoon after graduation.
They clearly hadn’t expected to run into me here.
Both Marcos and Jason looked more than a little unsettled at the moment.
“I take it Kara doesn’t know?” I raised an eyebrow and watched Marcos expectantly.
Marcos sighed and ran a hand over his hair, seeking comfort from the closely buzzed locks. “No. I’d like to keep it that way, please.”
I ignored him, studying Jason instead. His gray eyes were hard as stone, almost emotionless, like the nickname I often heard Marcos and Nico call him.
I could see it in his eyes how he was trying to push me away, trying not to care that I was in possibly his bar, on his turf, and seeing him clearly for the first time ever.
It made him vulnerable and I could see how much he didn’t like it.
Again, the fucking opposite of how he was earlier that afternoon.
I turned away from Jason and Marcos, giving them both my back, as I turned to look at Nico. The blond adonis, with his bright blue eyes, blond hair back in a ponytail, and tanned skin, he was smirking playfully when I turned my attention on him.
I gave him the same slow inspection, letting my eyes drift over every inch of him, noting the way the leather cut looked damn good on his muscular frame. Shit, it had looked good on three of them. “Like what you see, Little Dreamer?” Nico crooned.
I pursed my lips.
I was saved from answering, though, when the bartender set down a tray ladened with drinks in front of me. Ignoring the three men, I grabbed the tray and slid off my barstool, and sauntering back to my friends without a backwards glance.
I could feel their eyes burning into me all the way… and if I danced extra provocatively in the following co uple of hours, so be it.
After I said goodbye to my friends later that evening, I slid onto a barstool and waved to the bartender, motioning for another drink.
The man nodded and I settled in to wait, turning my back to the leather clad bikers in the corner and facing the rest of the barroom, to take in the still raging party.
Once again, I felt them before I saw them. It was like the air shifted around me before I was surrounded by muscled men in leather cuts. Nico behind me, Marcos in front of me, and Jason to my left, leaving me boxed in with the bar to my right.
“Jesus Christ, Little Dreamer.” Nico groaned from behind me. As I went to turn my head to look at him, Marcos grabbed my knees and forcefully spread my thighs apart, so he could step between my legs. My skirt was tight around my hips, stretching as he opened my legs wide.
“What do I gotta do to get you to come home with me tonight?” Nico groaned, pressing open mouth kisses along the column of my neck.
I tilted my head to the side, letting it fall back against his shoulder as he melded his body against mine.
His hands slid down my sides, grazing sensually over my breasts, before he dug his fingers into those sensitive spots right above my hip bones.
His kisses turned into nibbles, before he was biting down on my jaw bone just below my ear .
A breathy whimpered moan left my lips.
Jason slid his fingers through my messy hair, fisting his hand through my locks. He yanked my head further back, forcing me to look at him. “You look good enough to eat tonight, darlin’.”
A shiver shook my body as his damn gravelly voice went straight to my core. Fuck his voice man .
I gasped at the devilish glint in his gray eyes. Jason lowered his head and took advantage of my open mouth, dipping his tongue in and immediately kissing my mouth how he wanted, his new lip piercing adding to the pleasure.
Nico sucked on my jaw, soothing the bite he’d placed there. His hands slid up my tummy, slow and heavy as they caressed my body through my silky dress.
Marcos pressed against my front, his mouth completely covering a nipple through my dress. His wet hot mouth around my nipple had me bucking against him.
Nico slid his hands down my belly again, past my hips to my bare thighs. He gripped them tightly and spread me open further. I was practically laying back again Nico now, with him supporting my weight, while the back of the barstool was between me and Jason.