Faith (My Misery Muse)

by B. Betzold

  “He’s staying there for a while.”

  “Why?”

  “Someone’s staying at his place.”

  “Who?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You didn’t ask?”

  He gave me a look like I was crazy. “No, why would I?”

  I shook my head; guys were strange.

  “Uhm, because he’s staying with you and someone is staying at his place. Why not just stay there as well?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care.”

  Okay then, I don’t think I will ever understand the male race.

  “So then your place?” I asked.

  “That’s fine with me,” he said. “I want to call X and see if he has the keys to these things.”

  I sighed. “Fine, let’s go then.”

  We walked into his house and I heard the most haunting piano music playing through the house. What the hell? I looked over at Drake and he shrugged.

  We made it into the game room where Sam was sitting on the couch on the phone.

  “I don’t give a shit,” I heard him say before glancing up and seeing us. “Hey I got to go, we’ll talk about this later.”

  “Hey Sam,” I said.

  “Hi Mags.”

  “What are you listening to?”

  “Our new single.”

  “Really, who’s playing the piano?”

  “Seth.”

  “Can I hear all of it?”

  “Yeah.” He did something with a remote and the song that was just fading out restarted.

  I sat down beside Sam and he quirked an eyebrow at the handcuffs but didn’t ask.

  “So you guys finished it?” asked Drake.

  “This morning.”

  It was beautiful and sad. “One of Seth’s?”

  Sam shook his head. “No this one is mine”

  Huh, it was usually Seth who wrote the depressing songs. When it was over I looked over at a very morose looking Sam. “What’s it called?”

  “Faith,” he answered then looked over at Drake, “so she did it, huh?”

  “Who did what?”

  He pointed at us. “The handcuffs, I heard her threaten him the other day.”

  “Yeah, she did it all right,” he grumbled. “I gotta call X.”

  I shrugged, whatever there was no reason to be get pissy.

  Drake

  While I waited for X to answer his phone I looked over at Sam, I knew something was going on with him but he would talk when he wanted.

  “Whatcha need, Drake,” X said when he answered.

  “Did Devi borrow any handcuffs from you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Did she steal any?”

  “Uhm, nope.”

  “Are you sure; can you check, this is Devi were talking about?”

  “I can honestly say she did not take any of my handcuffs,” he huffed. “Damn Cin, use your teeth a little.”

  “What the hell?” I barked out.

  “No suck harder,” he murmured. “I can say she does not have any of my handcuffs since they are currently being put to use.”

  “You answered the god damn phone while my cousin is giving you head?” I asked incredulously.

  “Well technically I’m fucking her—” I hung up—god damn Xavier.

  I tossed the phone on the table beside the couch and looked over at a slacked jawed Mags and Sam who then started laughing their asses off. I didn’t find it amusing in the least.

  “That’s twice this week,” I muttered.

  “Twice what?” asked Mags.

  “Twice that I’ve heard more than I wanted to about my family's sex lives.”

  They both looked at me confused. “Devi earlier—”

  “Enough said,” interrupted Mags, “though she and Seth do seem to have an interesting sex life.”

  “I don’t wanna hear it, Mags,” I growled.

  “Sam, did you know Seth drilled holes into their bed and put D rings in it?”

  “No I didn’t know that, and not sure if I wanted to, to begin with.”

  This caused Mags to start giggling. “Yeah there are like six on the headboard and six on the footboard; you can’t see them because the mattress blocks them.”

  Both Sam and I groaned. “Enough Mags!”

  “Oh come on, you have to admit the things you could—”

  She stopped talking when I slammed my mouth against hers and shoved my tongue in. I continued to kiss her roughly and when she started to get into the kiss, I broke it off. “Enough,” I growled against her lips which caused her to whimper.

  I dragged Mags to her feet, entwined her fingers with mine and pulled her back to my room.

  “Now Mags,” I murmured against her neck.

  “Uh huh.”

  “We need to get a few things clear, darling.”

  “Uh huh,” she whimpered when I hit a particular spot I had learned she loved.

  “You are mine, honey.” She began to shake her head no. “Oh yes, baby, you are, you just don’t realize it yet.” With that, I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard and quick. “On your knees, Mags.” She gave me a stunned look. “Now baby.”

  She dropped to her knees and looked up at me under her lashes. Damn, she was gorgeous. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. “Take me out nice and easy, baby,” I murmured and brought my hand to the side of her face rubbing my thumb against her lips. She did as I told her; when I was out for her to see, she licked her lips causing me to groan. Damn, this was going to be fun.

  I tapped her cheek. “Open, baby.” She did as she was told and I grabbed a handful of her hair grasping it tightly and pulled her to my cock. “Now lick me.” She whimpered as her tongue swept across the head of my cock. Damn, that felt good. “Now suck me.” She opened her mouth wide and sucked me as far as she could go. “Oh that feels good, baby.” I let her bob her head up and down a few times then gripped her hair harder and started to move her the way I wanted. “Now baby, who do you belong to?” She shook her head as much as she could with my cock shoved in her mouth.

  “Oh no, darling,” I told her, “it’s my cock in your mouth right now; my cock that’s going to be filling that pussy that’s aching for me right now. Who the fuck do you belong to, Mags?”

  She whimpered around my dick and I pulled her head back popping her sweet mouth off me. “Who do you belong to, Mags?” I asked again.

  “You, Drake, I belong to you.”

  “You sure about that, darling?”

  She nodded.

  “No, you need to say it, baby.”

  “I’m sure,” she whimpered.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked quietly.

  “Please Drake.”

  “Strip and get on the bed.”

  “Uhm the cuffs,” she reminded me.

  “Shit, okay let’s get those pants off then.” I helped her remove her pants and panties and turned her around so she was facing the bed. “On the bed baby, on your knees, your ass in the air,” I told her, then slapped her ass. She climbed on the bed and I followed. I bent her hands behind her back holding them in place with the hand that was handcuffed to hers and grabbed a condom from the drawer, ripped it open and put it on. I reached between her legs and slid my finger between her folds. “You ready, honey?”

  “Yes, Drake, please.”

  I continued to rub against her lower lips until she whimpered. “You sure, honey?”

  She nodded. “Please, Drake, fuck me now.”

  “All right, honey,” I told her, then entered her fast and hard. “Is that what you need, darling, you need my cock stretching your pretty pussy?”

  “God, Drake, just fuck me already.”

  “No, I don’t think I will; I think I will stay just like this,” I told her. “You see I don’t think you actually meant it when you said you belonged to me, so I am thinking if I stay right here, and you can feel every inch of me filling you like no one else ever has or will, you’ll start to get wh
at I am telling you.”

  She wiggled her hips trying to get me to move, but I wasn’t going to until she admitted that she was mine.

  “Drake, please move.”

  “Who do you belong to, Mags?” I asked. “And you better fucking mean it or I will pull out and we can leave this room right now. Since we are handcuffed together you can’t do a god damn thing about the empty feeling you’ll have when I leave your body.”

  “I swear to god, Drake—”

  “What?” I interrupted,” you’ll what darling?”

  She huffed out a breath. “I am fucking yours, Drake, okay, I am yours,” she screamed out.

  “Finally you’re getting it, honey,” I told her and dragged my aching cock slowly out of her. I wrapped my other hand in her hair and pulled her head back and then I thrust in to her hard. I nuzzled into her neck. “Mine,” I told her.

  “Yes, Drake yours. God, fuck me.”

  I pulled her up so we were both on our knees and started thrusting into her in earnest. God, she felt good wrapped around me, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I reached around her, parting her folds and gently tugged on her clit, she whimpered. “Come for me, baby,” I told her and pinched her clit. She screamed my name and came around my cock hard, I thrust into her two more times before I saw stars. “I love you, Mags,” I murmured into her neck before we both fell to the bed.

  Chapter 21

  Mags

  “Drake, can I ask you a question?” I asked curled up against his chest.

  “Anything, baby,” he replied sounding sleepy and running his fingers through my hair.

  “Why did you get me the bracelet?”

  “Why do you not like it?” he asked then bit my shoulder.

  I shivered. “No it’s not that, in fact, I love it; it's perfect. It's just that no one's ever done something like that for me before.”

  “Ah honey, we wanted to do it for you.”

  “We?”

  “Well, Quinn picked out the first charm in Seattle, I added to it as we went from city to city when I found one that reminded me of you.”

  “Oh,” I murmured leaning and kissing his chest.

  “Do you really like it?”

  “I love it, Drake; I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me yesterday.”

  “I’m glad,” he whispered. “So I never expected you to be so submissive in bed,” he joked.

  “Hell if I knew,” I told him honestly. “I’ve only ever been this way with you.” He looked at me for a long moment and looked like he was deep in thought.

  “What?” I finally asked.

  “You really don’t get it, do you?” he asked.

  “Get what?”

  “Nothing darling, nothing, come on let’s get dressed and find some lunch.”

  I nodded, confused about what he was talking about.

  When we walked back into the living room on the way to the kitchen we found all the guys sitting on the couch playing a video game. When they noticed that we were there, they paused the game, reached for the table and held up, oh my god they didn’t, fucking score cards.

  “Really, how fucking old are you?” I snapped.

  “Aw Mags, you can aim for higher next time,” replied X dodging the hand I reached out to smack him with while he laughed.

  “Really, X, a 4?” asked Seth.

  “Well yeah, I mean, nothing broke, she only screamed like twice, and she remembered his name,” he replied.

  I flipped them all off and started off towards the kitchen dragging Drake with me. “Ah sugar, don’t get mad,” he yelled after me.

  “Fuck off, X,” I yelled back.

  “Well, I would take you up on that offer, but your kind of handcuffed to my brother there. But if it were say Devi, I would be all over it. Ouch, shit Seth, that hurt, but like I was saying another girl and I would have you flat on your back.” I heard another smack. “Really Sam, you too?”

  I snickered then looked over at Drake; I couldn’t tell if he was trying not to laugh or to keep from killing him.

  Someone cleared their throat and I looked over at the door and saw Eli standing there. “Yeah, Eli?”

  “Uhm, do you want the key to the handcuffs?”

  My mouth dropped open, then I snapped it close. “You have the key?”

  He nodded his head. “Yeah, uhm, Devi kinda borrowed the handcuffs from me.”

  “Why would she ask you?”

  He ran his fingers through his hair. “Uhm, she was there when X gave them to me as a gag gift, and knew you wouldn’t think of asking me about it,” he replied sheepishly.

  I nodded that made sense in Devi land.

  “Can you please uncuff us?”

  He nodded then handed the key to Drake. “There ya go man, and I’m sorry I didn’t really think anything of it when she asked to borrow them last night.”

  He shook his head, took the key and went to unlocking them. Probably thinking the same thing I was, why he wouldn’t think something was strange about Devi asking for his handcuffs then nearly groaned, because it was Devi.

  “Thank man,” said Drake.

  “No problem, cuz, hope we're okay?”

  Drake nodded. “Yeah, you’re not the one I am going to beat.”

  “Take it easy on her, okay?” Eli said. “She was really worried about you last night.”

  Drake nodded then handed the handcuffs and keys to Eli. He turned and left the kitchen, and we went about making ourselves some lunch; fuck the rest of those guys and there score cards.

  Drake

  We were standing at the kitchen island and I heard my front door open. Nobody fucking knocks anymore. I glanced towards the doorway but I couldn’t see who had come in.

  I heard feet running and a squealed, “X, put me down.”

  “I’m not X, I’m the tickle monster.” It was followed by Jaks’ laughing. I had to smile; I loved that boy.

  “Hey baby,” I heard Seth say and saw Mags straighten. This ought to be good. “Lemme see my girl.”

  “Nope.”

  “Using the babies as a shield, Devi? That’s just genius, can I borrow them sometime?” asked X mixed in with Jaks' laugh.

  “Uncle X, did you like your deer?”

  “My what, wait…Devi you took the monkey with you to make the reindeers f—”

  “X,” came Seth’s growl.

  “What I was going to say fornicate,” he laughed out.

  “Uh huh,” replied Seth, “please watch the language, someone’s new favorite game is repeating everything you say.”

  Devi giggled. “Seth didn’t appreciate Jaks going up to him asking him if he wanted to die the other day.”

  “Huh, why would he ask that?”

  “Devlin thought it would be a great idea to listen to The Toadies in the car.”

  “Ooo great song,” replied X.

  “Where are they?” Devi asked.

  “Kitchen and you may want to take Jaks as first line of defense,” replied Seth.

  “Jaks, wanna go see Uncle Drake and Aunt Mags?” she asked.

  “No, not really,” he responded.

  “Hey monkey, that was my controller,” yelled X.

  “Not anymore,” came Jaks’ singsong voice.

  Devi walked into the kitchen with both Cait in one arm and Quinn in the other; guess she was trying to use the girls as a shield.

  “So,” she hedged.

  “So,” I said back, waiting for what I knew would be an interesting rant.

  “Okay, so here’s the deal, you two need to figure this shit out, if you’re going to be together, then be together but you can’t keep flip flopping. See there’s all this legal crap going on, then there’s Quinn and she needs to be protected from that asshat. The way I see it is if you two were forced to spend time together, you might work some of the crap out. I just love you both, and I want you to be happy.”

  “You done?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay, one question.”
r />   “Shoot.”

  “Why is my princess wearing something that says ‘Douchebags’ on it?”

  She and Mags erupted into laughter. I shook my head, guess I wasn’t getting the answer.

  Chapter 22

  Mags

  Devi and I sat down at the kitchen table with cups of coffee I knew I was about to face the inquisition and I didn’t know what to tell her. I knew what Drake wanted from me, but I wasn’t sure if I could give it. I had never planned to settle down into a forever with anyone, to me that seemed mundane, boring. I looked over at my best friend who was glowing with happiness and had been for the past two years. I never imagined Devi settling down after Seth left the first time, I could never see her making something last with anyone but Seth. Maybe I could have what she had with Drake.

  Devi snapped her fingers in my face and I jerked up. “What?”

  “You back from wonderland?”

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, lots has gone on with you lately; any idea on how you plan on dealing with the asshat situation?”

  “No,” I replied taking a sip of the coffee, “guess I will call the lawyer tomorrow.”

  “No need, X already had the band's lawyer call him; you have an appointment tomorrow morning at ten.”

  “Oh,” I said confused, “why did X do that?”

  “Cause he may be a womanizing ass but he takes care of those he considers his.”

  I nodded. Huh, never realized I was included in that group with him.

  “So do you want him involved? Or are you going to try and get him to sever his rights?”

  “I would prefer to be rid of him, but unfortunately that’s not my call.”

  “Yeah, I get that but…” She held up her finger a minute then cocked her head to the side. “Xavier Ray stop cheating at Mario Cart.”

  “Yes Mom,” was his reply causing Jaks to giggle.

  “Why is he cheating on a video game with a five year old?”

  She shrugged. “Because he can.”

  “So you can go after him for child support.”

  “I don’t want his money.”

  “I realize this but if he wants to be a part of Quinn’s life that should also be financially.”

  “You didn’t want Seth’s money.”

  “No, I wanted Seth in his life, in our lives; his money meant nothing without him there.”