Page 12 of Brandishing Betrayals
“Were her nipples pierced?” Stone asked out of the blue, shifting in his seat.
Immediately I felt my cock stir in my jeans. “Yeah, man,” I murmured. “A couple new tats on her arms too.”
Stone grunted. “You think Dagger’s right? Something more going on with her? That shit with Tish was pretty brutal. Maya had never reacted like that before…and the beat down she delivered on Tish? Maybe it rattled her?”
I frowned. “She claims she knew she was pregnant when she left, but she was drinking that night, wasn’t she? That part doesn’t make sense. Even if she was rattled about the fight, that’s no excuse not to tell us, anyone of us could have been the father.”
Stone grunted again. “Just cause he’s your mini, don’t mean me and Dagger aren’t his father too.”
A smile finally pulled at my lips. I nodded slowly, “Yeah man.”
“What’s the plan? You’re just driving aimlessly here,” Stone said.
“I dunno. Go home I guess?” I shrugged.
“We could go back to Maya’s like you told Luke. Have dinner with them,” Stone suggested.
“Dinner’s hours away yet, and should we impose like that with her parents?”
“Yes. Let’s go impose, put a little pressure on her,” Stone said.
“And what, stand around watching her cut the grass why we wait? My dick won’t be able to handle that, bro.”
Stone chuckled sardonically. “She was already pretty sweaty. It’s hot as balls outside.”
“Fucking hell, bro,” I groaned, but turned the truck around the block again and headed for Maya’s parents’ house. “I guess we’re doing yard work then.”
Another minute later we were pulling into the driveway. “Holy fucking hell,” Marcos groaned, taking in Maya as she continued to cut sections of the yard with the push mower. She wasn’t facing them, so she probably hadn’t seen them, but they had full view of her bare back, and massive fucking tattoo the spanned the entire thing.
“Holy shit,” Stone breathed.
Massive angel wings spread across the smooth expanse of olive skin, with intricate shading and detailed feathers. It was a masterpiece of a design, true artwork. And it was hot as hell.
“Fuck meee,” I groaned.
“You sure she didn’t know we were coming over today? Purposely dressed like that?”
“No,” I denied. “I didn’t know I was coming here until I said it to you…that’s just how she always dressed in the summer, bikini and cut offs.”
“I remember,” Stone grumbled.
Maya turned toward us, mowing the next row of grass, and we watched as her tits bounced as she moved. Her hips swayed seductively, and my eyes immediately zoomed in on her narrowed waist and the tattoos inked on her ribs and down her side. She had a gorgeous hourglass figure, with big tits and thick thighs that I just wanted to smother my face in between. “Fuck,” I breathed.
Maya didn’t stop mowing until she reached the driveway. She shut off the mower and waited.
“I guess we’re doing yard work, bro,” I told my buddy before I got out of the truck.
“Fuck my life,” Stone grumbled, but opened his door.
Maya didn’t say anything as I rounded the front of the truck. She stood where she was and watched both of us warily. I was getting really tired of her silence, of her careful watchful eyes. She saw too much and showed too little, despite being half naked in the blazing sun.
“Luke was hanging with his friends, said he had plans,” I explained as I walked toward her. “He said to ask you if we could stay for dinner.”
Maya stilled, her limbs locking tight. I wouldn’t have noticed had I not been watching her so carefully for any kind of reaction. She was so good at masking her feelings, I found I had to watch her extra closely. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, and her nostrils flared, her limbs locked, all for just a moment before she nodded slowly. “He with a girl? Blond hair down to her ass?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Melanie, she lives next door.” Maya pointed behind her, where the nearest house was a good hundred yards away.
