Page 55 of Brandishing Betrayals (Devil’s Psychos MC #2)

Marcos

I walked into Maya’s bedroom first thing Saturday morning, after letting myself into the house.

I kept quiet, as not to disturb anyone as it was barely seven in the morning.

I hadn’t slept the night before and needed to reassure myself that Jason was ok.

I had been spending the night at Maya’s since Jason’s attack, but I hadn’t been sleeping all that great in the chair.

Now that Jason was conscious, I thought I’d go home and try to get some real sleep.

It hadn’t worked. I slipped into Maya’s room silently and stopped dead at the end of the mattress.

Maya was tucked into the bed beside Jason, her curvy body curled around Jason’s arm that was propped up on the throw pillows between them.

Her face was pressed against his arm, while both her arms were wrapped around his, holding him close.

It wasn’t just the reverent way she grasped his arm, but the way Jason allowed it. He was currently awake, leaning back against the several pillowed piled up behind him, and scrolled lazily on his cell phone. Jason glanced up at me and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

“How long have you been up?” I asked quietly. I walked over to the recliner in the corner of the room and picked up Maya’s blanket and tossed it over the back of the chair before I sat down.

“We woke up around two, had to pee. Then we started talking and I dunno, it was close to four when we dozed back off. I woke up about twenty minutes ago.”

I nodded, watching Maya’s face as she slept on peacefully. She was beautiful—as usual—but there was something serene about her. “You guys get everything figured out?”

Jason grunted softly. “Not really.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

Jason ignored me and kept scrolling on his phone.

“Nico said he’s back together with her. Said he’s all in.”

Jason huffed a quiet laugh. “Why am I , not surprised?”

I smirked. “He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

Jason let his phone fall against his chest, nodding absently. He glanced over at Maya, as if lost in thought. “Where do you stand in all of this?”

I ran both my hands over my face. “I don’t know man. This is a lot.”

“While we were talking last night, she told me that she came down here about two years after she left. She was going to move back, even went as far as looking at apartments. She was at the bank to pull out money for the deposit when Hillcrest basically sent her flowers and told her that what was about to happen was her fault, and that she should’ve stayed away.

She watched us get arrested for those battery charges. ”

“What?” I snapped, my eyes narrowing.

Jason nodded solemnly, watching Maya. Her breathing was still even; she hadn’t moved yet. She still looked like she was out cold, but I would have to keep my voice down otherwise we risked waking her.

“Yeah. He threatened her again and told her that if she didn’t leave, we’d get ten years, and if she left, he would get the charges reduced.”

I shook my head. I leaned forward in the chair and rested my elbows on my knees.

“She watched us get arrested, man. She stood across the street and watched it, and was told it was happening because she came back.”

“I’m going to fucking murder him.” I growled, deep in my chest.

“That exactly how I feel. And the more we talked about the past and I explained what’s going on with Carmichael and Buckley and Hillcrest…

it made me wonder how much did fucking Hillcrest play a part of our club life, and if he’s been dealing with Buckley for years?

Did Buckley help Hillcrest get us locked up?

Did he play a part in pushing Maya away?

I mean, Buckley killed Trish before the three of us could even question her directly. ”

Again, I growled deep in my chest. How the fuck did this go on for so long and we didn’t know? Was Buckley that utterly corrupted? “We need to kill Hillcrest. Now.”

“What’d the club decide? You guys didn’t call last night.”

“Never voted. Never got close. They immediately started arguing about how, and the far-reaching implications that we don’t know yet. Basically, it’s clear that he’s well connected and protected. Half the club wants to do recon; the other half wants to go in guns blazing.”

Jason shook his head. “I need to talk to my dad.”

“Probably a good idea. I think we should bring this up to Bear too. He was there the night Trish died. We need to know more about what they heard.”

“Exactly. What happened BEFORE Buckley pulled the trigger.”

I stared at the floor in horror as the past became crystal clear in my mind. We had been played by our God damn club president. “We need to get the answers out of Hillcrest. We need him alive.”

“Yep.”

Maya shifted on the bed, letting out a little snore before falling silent again. Both of us eyed her warily, waiting. Not that we wouldn’t speak about this in front of her, but more that we knew she needed sleep still.

“I think Nico might be on to the right idea here, brother,” I finally admitted.

Jason nodded slowly, his eyes on Maya. “Yeah, I’m feeling that too.”

“Yeah. We’ve lost too much already. Time to move on. Together.”

Maya

I woke up to male voices rumbling in the room.

I stretched, arching my back and the voices tapered off.

Slowly I blinked open my eyes opened, and realized I was staring into the skin of Jason’s arm, the arm I was currently wrapped around like a koala.

I looked up to see Jason looking down at me. “Hi,” I muttered.

His lips curved into half a smile and my heart pounded in my chest. I blinked up at him, not awake enough to comprehend what I was seeing. It was the first time in the seven months that I’d been back that I ever saw something more than a frown or a glare from him—or his stone-cold mask.

It was a little unnerving, but as I was still half asleep, I chose to ignore it.

Turning my head, I found Marcos sitting in the recliner in the corner and Nico standing propped against the dresser. How had I slept through all three of them talking? “What time is it?” My voice was scratchy and I groggily rubbed my face.

“Almost nine,” Jason said.

I grumbled and closed my eyes. I could feel the weighted stares of all three of them watching me. It was unsettling. They had to have been talking about me if they were staring at me. “Luke’s game is at eleven today,” Marcos said.

“Mmmhmm,” I murmured. “Coffee.”

Nico chuckled softly. “I got you, Little Dreamer. I hit the coffee shop on the way here.”

“Love you,” I muttered, not even thinking about it.

I heard the intake of breath from Marcos before he quickly covered it with a cough.

Maybe it was too soon? Nico and I had already admitted our feelings weeks ago though when I was still trying to hide the truth.

Now that it was out in the open, and Nico felt the same way, I wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

Hopefully one day Marcos and Jason would come around, or maybe they wouldn’t, but I was done hiding.

“Get up, go shower. I’ll start breakfast,” Nico said, his voice getting closer as he walked across the room.

He pulled back the covers and smacked my ass hard.

The loud slap echoed around the room. “Look at that ass jiggle.” Nico smacked my ass again, before he palmed it roughly and shook one of my ass cheeks.

“Fuck off,” I grumbled, rolling over onto my back so he couldn’t get my ass.

His wide grin and bright blue eyes twinkled down at me as he leaned down. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Hi.” I felt a dopey smile settle on my face and didn’t even care.

He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and my knees and lifted me effortlessly from the mattress. I curled into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he smirked down at me. Nico carried me into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind us.

I giggled softly. “You joining me for that shower?”

“Hell yes, I am.” He set me on the counter and ripped my tank top over my head before he lowered his head to my pebbled nipples and sucked it into his hot wet mouth.

My head fell back as my mouth dropped open and a deep moan fell from my lips. “Nico.” I moaned and slid my fingers through his hair.

He chuckled against my breast and roughly tugged my booty shorts off me. It was such a quick move; he managed to get the out from under me while I remained sitting on the counter.

“That was hot.” I giggled.

He grinned wickedly, before he dropped to his knees before me and pulled my legs apart, spreading me open wide on the counter. Shouldering his way between my parted thighs, Nico used his thumbs to pull open my folds and then he descended. His tongue licked me from asshole to clit in one long swipe.

“Oh fuck, Nico.” I panted, winding my fingers through his hair. I tried to keep my voice down, not wanting to wake up Luke and have to explain what had happened, but at the same time I didn’t care. Marcos was there, he could deal with the fall out, I wanted to enjoy the moment.

Nico went to work on my clit, licking and sucking and flicking his tongue over it. Two fingers entered my cunt and slid in, in one slow thrust. I arched my back and pushed my hips , trying to grind on his face, but his other hand gripped one of my hips tightly and held me in place.

Curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, Nico pressed them forward against that spot inside me that made me gasp.

It didn’t take long for me to come undone, right on the counter.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chanted, panting hard.

My body jerking as I folded over his head still lapping at my sensitive folds. “Nico,” I muttered.

He chuckled softly against my skin before he slowly pulled off my clit with an audible pop. “So fucking good for me.” He stood up and kissed me senseless. I opened for him, letting him slide his tongue against mine and taste myself in the passionate kiss.

Nico broke the kiss abruptly as he pulled away from me. He walked over to the shower and quickly got the water started. “You still take scalding showers?” he asked over his shoulder.

I smirked. “I take warm showers.”

“Burn the skin off your body, it is then.” He nodded once.

I laughed and slid off the bathroom counter. Sticking my hand into the water stream, I rolled my eyes and adjusted things warmer. Nico hissed dramatically as he watched me do so. Laughing, I shook my head. “You’ll survive.”

I stepped over the tub and into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind me. I slipped into the hot water and tilted my head back to wet my hair. I closed my eyes and dropped my head forward, letting the water massage my shoulders.

A moment later, Nico was pulling the curtain back, and my eyes opened to take in the sight of his naked body.

He stepped over the tub as he climbed in the shower and closed the curtain behind him.

It was a standard tub and shower combo, nothing fancy, and not very roomy.

Moving toward me, he pressed his body against mine and hissed when the hot water hit him.

Nico reached around me and turned down the temperature slightly.

I kissed his chest and wrapped my arms around him as he pushed into my space.

His hard dick bobbed between us. Once he had the water adjusted to a more suitable temperature, he stood up straight and pushed his erection into my belly.

“We don’t have much time.” I smiled up at him and wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard cock.

“I don’t need much time, Little Dreamer.” He smirked and hauled me up into his arms.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him tightly and held on for dear life as he pressed my back against the cool vinyl surround. He slipped into my cunt a second later and I moaned low in my throat as he stretched me open deliciously.

Sinking on to his cock, I captured his mouth and kissed him thoroughly. Nico rocked his hips against mine, starting off slow. We made out beneath the warm water as he thrusted in slow and steady, keeping a gentle pace, fucking making love to me in the shower.

It wasn’t long before I was falling over the edge, my body shuddering in his arms as my pussy clenched down on his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He groaned. “Milk my dick.”

All I could do was pant and whimper as shockwaves from my orgasm radiated through me.

“So fucking perfect,” Nico murmured.

I smiled and rested my forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Little Dreamer.”