Chapter 16 Maya
SIXTEEN
MAYA
His scent wafted up my nostrils, encasing me in the musky, dusty scent of his clothing.
The ocean filtered through his skin, coating me in its saltiness as his lips ravaged me.
He sucked on my lower lip. He kissed down my neck.
He bit into the clothed swells of my small breasts as he pinned me to the wall.
I closed my eyes and let him take me. Let him do with me what he wished.
And as his pants fell to his ankles, his girth came alive as he pulled it from beneath his boxers.
“Now, it’s your turn,” Notch grunted.
He tossed me over his shoulder and tugged at my jeans.
They came down past my ass, and my underwear ripped.
I gasped as the tattered ruins fell to the floor.
He peeled my shoes off before he slid my pants straight off my legs.
My back crashed to the wall and his lips pinned me there, my legs wrapping back around him.
I ground my wet pussy into his cock. He pulsed against me as his hands found mine.
He threaded our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head.
And when our eyes connected, he reached down to grab his dick.
“Notch,” I moaned.
“Oh fuck, Maya. Just like that,” he growled.
He bottomed out against me and the entire world ceased to exist. There was only me, and him, and the cool wall of my shop against my ass cheeks.
He rolled slowly, swiveling his hips as he ground softly into my clit.
My head swam with ecstasy. Feeling him against me again was something I never thought I’d have.
And as my heart slammed against my chest, his lips fell to my ear.
“Don’t you ever put yourself in harm’s way again,” he commanded lowly.
And as I nodded my head, he drew back and slammed into me.
“Notch!”
He thrusted into me again, jumping my body as our hips connected.
“Notch, yes,” I moaned.
“That’s it. Grab that cock with your body. Wrap yourself around me, Maya. Just like I dreamed.”
My eyes flew open at his admission. They connected with his, and a wolfish darkness fell over his stare. He pounded into me, leaving me breathless in his wake. Yet, his words tumbled around in my mind.
He dreamed of me.
He released my hands and my arms flew around his neck.
He fisted my hair, tugging my head off to the side with anger coursing through his veins.
He bit down into my neck like a wild fucking animal.
A beast that had been uncaged. The only thing I could do was cling to him for dear life.
So, I fisted his shirt and let him have his way with me.
I let him do with me what he wished.
He whipped us around and settled me against the edge of my register desk.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as his girth pulsed against my walls.
I kissed him furiously, feeling his anger turn to pleasure.
He relaxed against me as my pussy soaked him down, my juices dripping down his balls.
I hooked my legs around the backs of his thighs.
I pulled him as deep as I could get him, relishing how much he filled me. How much of me he stroked at once.
“Oh, my god,” I choked out.
My head fell back, and his lips fell to my neck.
But instead of biting, he kissed. Softly.
Open-mouthed kisses that were a stark contrast from the angry biting and marking he had once been doing.
I gave myself fully over to him. As he held me closely, his hands on my hips and his face buried into the crook of my neck, I ran my fingertips through his hair.
I twisted them up, feeling his softness and drowning myself in his strength.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of my waiting room as we rocked and bucked together.
His hands fisted my ass cheeks, and he picked me up against him.
He held me up and brought me back down, fucking his cock with my body.
I sucked on his lower lip and pressed sloppy kisses against his cheeks.
I felt their stubble. The roughness that wrapped up the heat of our encounter in a lovely physical metaphor.
Tears rushed my eyes as my clit throbbed.
My walls quivered around him, close to its own release as his back fell against the wall.
He slid to the floor, holding me in his lap as his dick jumped inside my body.
“Notch, that’s it. I—you—I’m so—.”
Then, his fingers fell between my pussy folds.
“Cum for me, Maya. Do it.”
He swirled his thumb around my clit once.
Twice. Three times, before my back arched.
His face fell to my breasts and he growled into them, relishing their petiteness.
My arms went limp as his muscles wrapped around me, suspending me in midair.
He chanted my name like an effortless prayer, his cock filling me with hot threads of his arousal.
And as my pussy milked him for all he had, I shivered in his lap.
I collapsed, heaving for air as he tucked my head underneath his chin.
“Holy fuck, I’ve got you,” he grunted.
I shook with every stream of cum that filled me.
My knees rested against the floor as I collapsed into his chest. I rested there, catching my breath as he leaned heavily against the wall of my shop.
The desk hid us from the front door. The shadows clung to us, shrouding us from prying eyes.
His shaking hands slid up and down my back, exploring me as every part of my skin puckered.
Our intermingled juices dripped from my body, exploring my thighs and pooling on the floor as we sat there wrapped up in one another.
“Notch,” I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head before letting out a heavy sigh.
“You have to tell me what you told your brother,” Notch murmured.
I closed my eyes and nodded my head, knowing it would eventually come to this.
“I, uh…”
I swallowed down the tears as Notch tightened his grasp around my body.
“I’ve got you. And for every question you answer, I’ll answer. Honestly. But we have to talk. Your brother works for people who are out to slaughter my crew. The only family I’ve ever known. You have to talk to me, Maya. Please.”
It was the way he said please that made my mouth run away with me. Because I’d never be able to deny an honorable man what he wanted.
Especially when he was trying to protect those he loved.
“I was doing some research a few nights back. On you and your crew,” I said softly.
He nodded. “So, you know I’m part of a motorcycle gang called The Lost Boys.”
“I do, yes. And through some of those blogs and things, I came across a gang called The Elusive.”
“Which is who your brother works for.”
“Yes. It’s who my father worked for, as well. When we were back in Tianjin,” I said.
“You said your brother killed your parents?” he asked.
My jaw quivered, and he pressed another kiss to the top of my head.
“I’ve got you, Maya. I’m right here,” Notch said.
I sniffled. “I thought for the longest time the gang had my family killed. But I came across a page that talked about gang rituals. How jobs and things are passed on between families. How initiations happen. How trust is built.”
“I’m so sorry, Maya.”
“I couldn’t—it never occurred to me that—”
“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. Deep breaths. I’m right here.”
“I mean, my relationship with my brother has always been horrible. But now? I can’t even—”
“What brought you to the States?” he asked.
I sighed. “My parents put me on a plane when I was sixteen. My father wanted to pull away from the gang. I guess they were getting too close to the family or something. Maybe that was when they were trying to adopt my brother into things. I’m honestly not sure.
All I know is that my father wanted me out of there, so he worked with my mother to make it happen.
I heard from my father once after that. Just after I turned eighteen.
He told me to get out of San Diego, and then a few days later the police contacted me and told me my parents were dead. ”
“You didn’t think to run?” he asked.
“I’d just lost my parents. I was grieving too much to put any of this together.”
I rose up and looked Notch in his eyes, and I saw all the care in the world.
All the sorrow. All the empathy he had to offer me.
He pulled his hips back and pulled his cock from between my legs, and I shivered as he stroked me one last time.
He reached for his leather jacket and wrapped it around my bare legs, covering me from the world as I sat there straddling him with my naked legs.
“Now, I understand why my father wanted me to run. My brother made a comment about how he’d never lost track of me, and all of these little pieces that I didn’t know were pieces finally make sense.
My brother killed my father to take his place, and killed my mother as a show of trust to his boss.
And if he ever needs another show of trust—”
“You’re next,” Notch said bitterly.
I nodded slowly. “That’s how things like this work, right? That’s what my brother has gotten himself wrapped up in?”
“Unfortunately, yes. And I wish I could tell you something different. I really do, Maya.”
“I’ve always loved my brother, but as far as I’m concerned, I lost my brother the day he killed my parents.”
He cupped my cheek and I nuzzled into it.
“Your brother is someone we’ve been working with for years,” Notch said.
I gazed into his eyes as my brows stitched together with confusion.
“Why would you do something like that?” I asked breathlessly.
“The crew is trying to clean its act up. But for years, we’ve been running guns with them. They’re our main provider of merchandise, and your brother is the third-party communicator between us and Jim Yung, the overseer of The Elusive,” he said.
I paused. “But you don’t want to run guns for them any longer?”