Faith (My Misery Muse) by B. Betzold Page A

“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