Chapter 12 Maya
TWELVE
MAYA
It was the first time I’d ever logged into my website to change anything.
For four years, my site had stayed stagnant.
The only thing I ever updated was my portfolio—the pictures of tattoos I was specifically proud of.
And that was done by a third-party mechanism I’d found and installed on the site itself.
But now, I was logging on to let everyone know I’d be taking some time off.
One week, to be exact. The shop would be closed due to vacation time, and I’d be holed up in my apartment trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
Because after my brother took that phone call, he was beyond flustered.
It didn’t take him long to shoo me out of the restaurant, but not before I acquired information I didn’t know I needed. I was more confused and concerned than ever about my brother. There were bigger fish to fry, though.
I knew Notch was somehow involved in all this. I just didn’t know how.
I typed up the notice and plastered it at the top of my site.
Closed for the next week, due to open next Thursday at my regular opening time.
I published it on my site and then wrote up the same notice on a sheet of paper.
I taped it to the inside of both front windows and put one on the door as well.
I was closing this damn place down until I could figure out what the hell my brother had gotten himself into and how in the world I played into it.
How in the world Notch played into all this too.
I knew what I’d heard. And I knew Notch’s tattoo wasn’t a coincidence.
For whatever reason, the hoodlums my brother worked for were hunting him down.
Well, him and whoever these Lost Boys were.
I closed down my shop and turned off all the lights.
I double-checked the doors and the windows, making sure they were locked down as well.
I turned on my security system and checked for updates one last time and then resolved myself to going upstairs.
I needed to do some research.
I got upstairs and put my laptop on my thighs, and as I sat there on my very uncomfortable couch, I pulled up an internet search for “Lost Boys.” I got the usual things.
Peter Pan. The Kiefer Sutherland movie. A few other pop culture references I wasn’t all too familiar with.
I typed in every variation I could think of.
The Lost Boys. Some Lost Boys. Boys That Are Lost. And after typing in Lost Boys San Diego, I came across something.
A local news article that was done recently on the Lost Boys M.C.
I read up on it. The biker gang, so to speak.
The lone article detailed their conquests.
Some bar on the outskirts of town. A rumored lodge somewhere on the coast. Their charity involvements and some conspiracies related to gun running and other things.
The article was no more than a fantastical news blog of local rumors and ghost stories about the San Diego area. And yet, it all made sense.
Notch’s tattoo. His leather jacket. His rough and tumble nature. How closed off he was regarding his life. The only thing that didn’t make sense were his supposed stories about being an EMT.
Then again, if he wasn’t an EMT, that explained the weak stomach.
A soft pounding downstairs caught my ear. I quickly closed my laptop and went running to the only window in my living room. I peered out and saw a shadow on the curb outside. A tall, limber, lean shadow. And I froze.
“Maya! Open up!”
I heard the faint call of Notch’s voice and immediately rushed downstairs.
I threw open doors, leaving them hanging wide as I charged through my shop.
I got to the front door and unlocked it and then tossed it open to find him standing there with those baby blue eyes and that dark hair of his, with wild eyes and worry on his face.
“Notch,” I said breathlessly.
He panted. “You’re on vacation?”
“I, uh, is—is everything okay?” I asked.
He pushed through into my shop without even asking me if he could come in.
“Are you good here?” he asked.
I turned around and saw his eyes scanning the room. He walked himself into dark corners, looking around as if he expected someone to be here. I poked my head outside and looked around, seeing if anyone was watching us. Then, I closed my shop door and locked it.
I pulled the shade on the window door as well, just to be safe.
“Yeah. I’m good. Just closing down for a week like I usually do around this time. Are you okay?” I asked.
He slowly turned around and looked at me. I didn’t know how, but I knew he heard the lie in my voice.
“Just dealing with some stuff at work,” he said flatly.
“Being an EMT must be rough, huh?” I asked.
He cocked his head, and instantly his face went dark.
“Yes. It is,” he said.
As much as I wanted to know what in the world was going on—how this man and my brother were connected—I couldn’t deny the pull I had toward him.
I stepped closer, approaching the ring of fire that surrounded him.
His eyes ignited the closer I became. Despite all the unanswered questions and all the whispered rumors of lies and deceit, I reached out for his hand.
I took it within mine and pulled him into the hallway, leading him through the shop.
Leading him into the back.
Leading him up the stairs.
Leading him in my apartment.
“You live up here,” Notch said.
I closed the door behind us before throwing the lock.
“I do, yes,” I said softly.
I turned back around and found him facing me.
Eyeing me. Studying me as intensely as he could.
I pressed my back against my door and stared at him, wondering why the hell I’d just brought this total stranger up to my place.
He slowly walked closer, stalking me, as his eyes dropped down my body.
His hands fell against the door beside my head, trapping me in as my breath quickened.
“I told you I’d be back,” he murmured.
His lips crashed against mine, and my body rose to the occasion.
My hands flew to his hair, forgetting about all the lies, all the questions, and all the fear I had stored in my soul.
Our tongues wrapped up together as his hands fell to my hips.
His body pinned me against the door, gracing me with his strength as he hunched over to keep our lips connected.
I moaned against him as my arms slipped around his neck.
I jumped, wrapping my legs around him, and as he growled, his hands cupped my ass cheeks.
His entire palm dwarfed my small stature and made my ass seem even smaller in his rough, callused hands.
I sucked on his lower lip as his hips pinned me to the doorway, not bothering to traverse my apartment to get us to a surface.
The door was all the surface he needed.
I pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders as I kissed down his neck.
He ripped my shirt over my head before sliding my bra straps down my arms. Our clothes came off in a flurry as he manipulated my body, folded me, and moved me as if I weighed nothing to him.
His pants slid to the floor before his thickened girth fell between my thighs.
I gasped as he fisted my hair, drawing my gaze back up to his.
“You’re just as beautiful as I imagined,” he grunted.
My pussy dripped for him. My body ached to be filled by him.
I clung to him as he guided his cock to me, pressing the tip of it into my entrance.
He breached me, and the whole of my body locked up.
Electricity surged through my naked veins, puckering my tits and swelling my clit.
With every inch my pussy swallowed down, I gasped for air.
My head fell back to the door as he kissed my neck.
My chest. Wrapped his lips around my barely-there breasts and lapped at my aching peaks.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped.
He pounded into me with the fury of the wild beast I knew was trapped within him.
He pinned my wrists to the door above my head, sucking my tits and marking them as his own.
My pussy clamped around him as he swiveled his hips and ground his wiry curls into my swollen nub.
I jumped and moaned. I groaned as my eyes rolled back.
Fire ignited in my mind and burned the brush of questions I had for him.
He inhabited my body and used it for his own nefarious deeds.
And I loved every second of it.
My juices poured down his shaft, coating his cock and his balls.
My legs quivered with their last aching breath, and my body finally gave way to him.
My pussy relaxed and my eyes fluttered closed.
Every part of me latched onto Notch as he slammed against me, time and time again.
The sound of wet skin slapping wet skin filled my apartment, and his musky, salted ocean scent held me captive as I breathed him in.
His lips hovered over mine as I whimpered and begged for more.
“Please. Notch. It’s been—so long—I—please—”
“That’s why you’re so tight for me, beautiful. So good for me. Take what you want. You know you want to.”
“Holy shit!”
The proclamation from my lips didn’t even fully get out as my body spiraled.
His hips stuttered as his cock grew against my trembling walls, milking him for all he had.
I felt alive. For the first time since I’d come to the States, I felt alive.
Good. Pure. Wanted. I gasped for air as my back arched.
My tits pressed into the slats of his chest, feeling his muscles twitching with every movement of pleasure he bestowed upon me.
And when his cock finally burst, his teeth latched onto my neck.
“Fucking hell,” he growled.