16. Chapter Sixteen
Maya
I sighed as I pulled my Honda Civic into my parents' long driveway. It was just after ten in the morning and after a wonderful night sleeping securely in Marcos’s arms, I felt great. The idea of walking into my parent’s house, though, was enough to sour my mood.
Things had always been rocky between my parent’s and I, mostly between my mother and I, as my father usually let my mother rule the roost. The two of them not showing up to my graduation had only been the latest form of contention between us, and it was just another strike on a lifetime list of disappointments.
I got out of my car and headed inside, leaving my bag behind. I didn’t need to showcase the fact that I’d spent the night away from home, despite being a grown adult that could make my own decisions. My mother still thought I was a harlot.
Sure enough, when I walked through the front door, my mother was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.
She looked up with air of contempt as she ran her eyes over me, studying me, like I hadn’t made sure to come back with my hair combed perfectly, or clean clothes on.
The jean shorts and tank top—my usual go to in the summer—were not out place in the slightest. When my mother could find nothing wrong with my appearance, she sniffed haughtily. “And where have you been?”
Stifling the urge to roll my eyes, I sighed and said, “Good morning, mother.”
“Don’t give me that attitude. I asked you a question.”
Now I really did roll my eyes. Ignoring her, I headed through the living room to the hallway on the right.
Nico had tried to get me to stay at their place for the day, even though they had to be at the clubhouse most of the day. I had felt awkward and turned them down, plus I knew my mother would have a field day when she saw me next. Now I wished I had stayed, instead of enduring my mother’s contempt.
My bedroom was still filled with boxes that were still packed up from my dorm room.
Somehow Jenna and I had packed up both our cars—Jenna’s SUV—with all the belongings I’d accumulated over my four years at Northern.
Besides hanging up my clothes in the closet, I hadn’t bothered to unpack anything else.
In my heart I hoped I wasn’t staying long.
The goal was to work as many hours at the new job as possible and save enough for a deposit on an apartment of my own.
My phone pinged in my back pocket with a text message. I pulled it out as I closed my bedroom door behind me.
Nico :
Little Dreamer, it’s a shame you didn’t stay at our place. We could have watched you on the cameras and been able to see your beautiful face all day.
Maya :
Your place has cameras?
Nico :
Safety first
I smiled, seemingly not surprised by his response—they were bikers, after all.
From my years growing up in Creekton and driving past their clubhouse down on Main Street, I knew they valued their privacy and security.
The clubhouse was covered in cameras on the outside, and it only made sense that any home they lived in would be the same.
Maya:
I wish I had stayed too. My mom’s in a tiff.
Nico :
Should just move in, Little Dreamer .
Jason :
It would have been nice to be able to check in on you throughout the day. Would have kept you naked, so I could watch you play with yourself all day.
A shiver ran down my spine as a blush colored my cheeks.
Glad I was safely behind a closed door as I giggled softly.
I still couldn’t believe that all three of them wanted me, that three men in general were OK with sharing like this.
Desire and lust poured through me. It was a heady feeling and I was enjoying every minute of it.
I wasn’t sure how long they would last, if the three of them would grow bored with me, but I wasn’t going to worry about it.
I was young. I was going take life by the horns, and have my cake and eat it too.
I’d been the responsible adult. I’d gone to college, gotten my degree, and graduated.
I was starting my new job in two days. I’d done everything I had needed to without the support of my parents. I was allowed to have fun now.
Maya :
That sounds hot.
Marcos :
We’ll get you a key tonight.
I didn’t know how to respond to that declaration, so I chose not to. Instead, I changed the subject.
Maya :
Jason, what are we doing on our date tonight?
Jason :
Shooting.
My mouth dropped open in shock. I had never fired a gun before. I had never even been around guns before. I knew my guys valued safety and security, but was teaching me to shoot really necessary?
My phone rang a moment later, Jason’s name flashing across the screen. “Hi,” I answered immediately, knowing that’s what he expected.
“Hi, Darlin’.” His voice was a gravelly growl in my ear, that sent my heart racing. “You ever shot a gun before?”
“No,” I murmured, blushing.
“That’s good. That means I can teach you the right way, and you don’t have any bad habits that need correcting.”
“I think you enjoy correcting me,” I said, and I immediately regretted the words the moment they left my lips.
His laugh was deep and rich, it was fucking music for my ears, sending my heart racing and butterflies fluttering in my belly. God damn. “Oh, baby girl. You have no idea how much.”
“What should I wear tonight?” I asked, coyly.
“Jeans and boots if you have them. Nothing fancy darlin’, we’re going shooting and maybe dinner,” Jason said dryly .
I couldn’t help but smile at his matter-of-fact tone. “Sounds good to me.”
“Pack a bag too. You’re staying with us again tonight. I’ll pick you up around five.”
“Yes, sir.” I chuckled.
His answering growl sent shivers down my spine and would live with me throughout the day.
I couldn’t help but be nervous for my date with Jason as I dressed into a pair of blue jeans.
I had laid out several options for shirts on the bed, knowing I was likely to be warm in the jeans and boots.
I had a basic black t-shirt, which would be practical; a spaghetti string black tank top, which would keep me cool and was a little sexier than just a t-shirt; then I had a red low cut halter top that would put a lot of bare skin on display.
I texted Slade a picture of my options, to get her input.
Maya :
Date with Jason tonight. He said he’s taking me shooting. Only said to wear jeans and boots.
Slade :
Then clearly no shirt required.
I laughed while another text from Slade came in immediately.
Slade :
Go with the red halter. It’s still sexy, and wear that leather jacket you picked up the other day.
I grinned, thinking back to the mini shopping spree I’d gone on while killing time while the guys were busy.
The leather jacket had been on a manikin in a window display at the mall.
I had just been walking by, when it called to me.
I ended up buying several more outfits and the black combat boots from the new edgy store I had stumbled across.
Maya :
Thanks!
I finished getting dressed quickly, knowing I was running out of time.
I kept my make up simple, eyeliner and mascara and bright red lipstick.
I pulled my long curly golden-brown hair up into a high pony, leaving a couple tendrils down to frame around my face.
Draping my leather jacket over my arm, I quickly left my bedroom, hoping to slip out of the house unnoticed by my parents—rather my mother.
My father was sitting in his recliner watching TV as usual, but thankfully my mother was nowhere to be found. “Night dad. I’m staying with a friend tonight, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night, honey.” He barely even glanced away from the TV to look at me .
I ignored the pain in my heart at his easy dismissal and walked out the front door. Walking down the long driveway, I was right on time as Jason came riding down the road on his bike, the rumble of the Harley going right to my core. I fucking loved motorcycles.
I grabbed my bag out of the back of my car and slung it over my shoulder.
Jason pulled up beside me and I quickly slipped into my leather jacket.
He popped open the large side compartment of his motorcycle and I stuffed my bag inside.
Then he handed me an extra helmet without a word and I put it on.
Before I could start looping the strap through the rings, though, Jason slapped my hands out of the way.
I grinned up at him, but his intense gaze was looking down under my chin. Deft fingers worked the straps of the helmet, grazing my skin and making me hot. Feeling a little out of place under his scrutiny, I reached up at slapped down his visor, in a childish move.
His answering growl, though, as he jerked my body forward by the straps of my helmet, made me whimper a moan.
Fuck, that had been sexy. His eyes flashed to mine, the warning in those steely gray eyes only half-deterred me from trying something else bratty.
If that was how he was going to respond, then brat I would become.
“You gonna say hello to me?” I asked saucily.
“Hi.”
Once he finished with my straps, he slid his hand around my throat and squeezed sensually. “Oh, my little, little, brat. You play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.” His voice was low, a gentle croon that sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed audibly. “I like fire.” My voice a soft rasp.
There was a storm brewing in his gray eyes, a sinister gleam that promised retribution. “We’re going to have fun with that another time, darlin’. Tonight, you’re going to listen to me, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied immediately, keeping my eyes on his.
Twenty minutes later we pulled up to a nondescript warehouse on the far south side of Creekton, in an area I didn’t dare venture into alone, as it wasn’t safe.
I knew different gangs liked to claim these parts of town and crime was high.
Knowing there was a shooting range over this way, was not surprising.