Page 77 of Brandishing Beginnings

I turned and followed Jason as he led the way toward the corner of the room where Nico was standing with a group of men, near one of the pool tables. It looked a little too official for my liking. I squeezed Marcos’s fingers between mine and took a sip of my drink, hoping for a little liquid courage before I walked into whatever meeting the boys had planned.

Marcos stepped in front of me, pulling me to his right side, so I was positioned just behind him. I had to shift my drink and switch hands that were laced with his, but we did it quickly and seamlessly. “Pres,” Marcos shouted over the music. “I want you to meet my old lady. This is Maya Henderson. Maya, this is our president, Larry Buckley.”

I took in the one Marcos called president, seeing a man in his fifties with a paunchy belly and salt and pepper hair. He had leathery skin and crow’s feet in the corners of his hard eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, resting on his beer belly, as he turned and roamed his gaze over me. There was something off about the look, more derogatory than calculating, like he was thinking of all the ways he was picturing me naked, rather than to scare me off. Maybe that was supposed to scare me off. I bet a man like him weren’t used to being toldno.

I plastered a smile on my face and glanced at Marcos—who nodded—before I addressed their president. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

President Buckley’s smile was oily—there was no other way to describe it. It didn’t sit right with me—gave me a bad feeling. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” Buckley said, almost mockingly. “So this is the woman, three of my best men have been sharing.”

I kept my mouth shut, grateful that Marcos had at least stepped slightly in front of me to block my body a bit and Buckley let his gaze roam over me salaciously, not bothering to hide his arousal. Disgust swirled in my belly at his blatant leering.

“Maya,” Jason spoke up from Marco’s left. “This is my father, Jerry Langford.”

I turned my head to one of the other men in the circle, to the left of Buckley. The blond-haired man was almost the spitting image of Jason, only twenty years older. Buzzed dirty blond hair, flecked with gray, the same steely gray eyes as his son, and a hard face weathered from sun and age. He had a kind smile, though, his eyes crinkling in the corners when he greeted me, holding a hand out to me. “Nice to meet you, Maya.”

I glanced to Marcos—who was already nodding—before I smiled easily at Jerry and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Well trained, already?” Buckley laughed mockingly patting Marcos on the shoulder.

Marcos fingers tightened on mine the second my fingers slid back between his. I took a sip of my drink to keep myself from saying anything back to their president. I hated men like him, who thought they were god’s gift to women and openly treated them like dirt. I may have signed up for this dynamic between me and my guys, but I didn’t sign up to be disrespected by other men.

“She’s our Old Lady,” Marcos said evenly. “She’ll be treated as such.”

Buckley laughed easily and patted Marcos on the shoulder. “Of course, of course. My bad, boys. You’ve got a beautiful woman there.” He laughed again before he walked off.

I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when he was finally gone, leaving me alone with my boys and Jason’s father.

Jerry gave me a reassuring smile. “Stay away from Buckley if you can and don’t wander off from these three.”

I nodded slowly.

“It’s alright, you can speak freely around Jerry,” Marcos murmured into my ear.

I smiled and nodded again. “Thank you, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Jerry grinned and changed the subject. “I hear you’re an RN.”

I nodded and relaxed a little as Marcos let go of my hand. My boys ease up a little, now that Buckley was gone, spreading out to create their own little circle and I fell into easy conversation with Jason’s dad.

After the introduction to Buckley, I had calmed a little and settled down. Sipping on drink after drink, I started to enjoy my evening as I played round after round of pool with my guys. I wasn’t half bad, so I managed to keep the guys on their toes.

When pool turned into making out between shots, Marcos picked me up and carried me out of the barroom. Once we were behind closed doors, he set me down on my feet and cupped the side of my face, gazing down at me intently. “I might share you with my brothers, but I won’t share you with the club. They don’t get to see us fuck you.” His voice was rugged and gravely, his stare so damn intense, that my stomach fluttered with butterflies.

These fucking men always knew what to say and do to make me fall head over heels for them every damn time. A slow smile spread across my face, “Yes, sir.”

Jason growled from behind me and crowded against my back. His hand slid through my hair, grabbing a firm hold at the roots and pulled my head to the side, forcefully, so he could suck open mouth kisses in to my neck.

I moaned loudly as my eyes fluttered closed immediately. God, they knew how to work my body.

Marcos pressed in closer, pushing me back against Jason’s hard body, before he claimed my mouth in a biting kiss. I whimpered,wrapping a hand around his while my other hand gripped his cut and held him against me, all while I fought him for control of our passionate kiss.

Hands slid down my body, across my bare belly and under my red leather crop top, while more hands slid down my thighs to the bare skin below my short-pleated skirt. Fuck, had I felt so hot all night. Nico had great tastes when it came to dressing me.

My lack of panties made access to my pussy too easy. And my arousal had been dripping down my thighs all fucking night from being touched and kissed in front of others. I was glad Marcos had been possessive and brought me back here, though. I wasn’t comfortable around their club, having just met them, and Buckley gave me creepy vibes. I may be dating and fucking three men, but I still wanted respect.

Fingers parted my folds and slid through my slick heat, plunging inside me, pulling me out of my musings. Jason’s hot breath fanned my skin, before he sucked a bruising kiss into the side of my neck, making me throw my head back and moan loudly, breaking the kiss with Marcos.

“That’s it, Mi Vida.” Marcos chuckled. “Let them hear you.”

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