A sheepish smile pulled across Jason lips and I swear if I could see the color of his cheeks, I bet he’d be blushing. He cleared his throat. “I know you think that we didn’t make you a priority last time, and maybe we could have tried harder back then. But I promise you, Maya, things are different this time around.”
“How so?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Marc’s pres now. He runs things differently than Buckley. We’re still cleaning up a lot of Buckley’s mess, but I promise you, all the bullshit and drama you had to go through back then, it’s not an issue now.” Jason sounded so sincere, so earnest, it was hard not to believe him.
I had to look away from him. I was baring my heart too much and I needed a minute.
Jason
“Wasitsobadbeing with us back then?” I asked, almost regretting it immediately.
“No.” Maya didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. My heart calmed for a moment, but my mind still raced a million miles a minute.
“I know the club is important to you guys, and I’m glad Marcos is now president, but that also terrifies me because of the expectations of time and attention. He’s married to that club as are the two of you, and I don’t know where I fit in all of that.” Maya took a deep breath, before she continued on. “Being withyou guys painted a giant target on my back, and I unfortunately fell victim.”
“May—”
“Ishouldhave been smart enough to speak up,” she spoke louder, emphasizing her point. “All I can think about is how intense everything was between us, especially in those last couple of weeks. I should have used my safe word and made you guys listen to me, but the timing always seemed to not be right, or you guys weren’t home. Working nights didn’t help either.”
“Maya.” I breathed her name like it was a prayer. My heart lay in shambles around me as I heard her very clearly tell me how I failed as a dom. She may not have said those words, but she spelled out each and every failure on how my sub couldn’t come to me with life-threatening news, how she didn’t feel comfortable talking to me. How she thinks she should have used her fucking safe word just to get my damn attention, because I was too far up my own fucking ass to realize something was wrong with her.
“This really is a conversation that we need to have with Marcos and Nico present. There’s much we need to discuss as a group if this is going to move forward,” she said.
“Yeah,” I grunted, lost for words.
She went to climb off my lap, but I squeezed her tighter against me. “Jason,” she muttered.
“Having you close heals my broken heart. I can’t breathe without you. Please, just stay.” The words come out in a low rumble, and I can feel Maya shiver as my words wash over her. She always did have a thing for my voice; and if I sometimes used that to my advantage, who would ever know?
“Alright,” she murmured softly. Her voice was low and husky and had me thinking dirty things. “Can I turn around? My knees are starting to hurt.”
“Yeah, baby,” I mutter. I help her slowly turn around, so she’s sitting on the blanket between my legs. I held her close, her back to my chest, enjoying the warmth of her body against mine. Savoring the feeling of her in my arms, I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
“What’s in the cooler?” she asked, breaking me out of my reverie. I had forgotten all about the cooler.
“Dessert. Shit.” I tried to lean forward and reach for it, but with her firmly between my legs, I couldn’t reach.
“I got it.” She pulled away from me, and I immediately missed the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The cool night air was seeping in through my hoodie, but her body heat was keeping it at bay.
Maya grabbed the small cooler I packed and pulled it closer. She turned on the flashlight on her phone and opened it. Her squeal of excitement sent shivers down my spine. I fucking loved when she got excited about something. “Strawberries and dips?” she asked, inspecting all the containers.
“Yeah. There’s chocolate and cool whip and that one fruit dip you like. There’s also apples and caramel.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Maya settled back between my legs and opened the snack box I packed with our desserts.
Silence fell between us, as Maya dug into the snacks. I grabbed an apple slice here or there and at one point she turned around to feed me a chocolate-covered strawberry, but mostly I let her snack in peace. We’d both bared our hearts and souls tonight; a breather was much needed.
After a moment, I grabbed a strawberry from the container, dipped it in chocolate, then topped it with cool whip before I grabbed Maya’s jaw with my other hand and turned her to face me. The startled gasp that left her lips was the opening I needed to paint her lips with chocolate and cool whip, before I slowlypushed the strawberry between her lips, fucking her mouth with it.
Her moan was lewd as fuck and had my cock immediately standing at attention. My balls were already throbbing, just from watching her eat, but this was a whole other level. Finally, she bit down into the strawberry, groaning.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered.
She chuckled softly around her bite of fruit.
I held the fruit to her lips until she finished the whole strawberry and sucked my fingers into her mouth. “Maya,” I groaned.
“Mmm.”
