Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (3 page)

“I should have fucked you when you first came to Comfort Springs.”

“With sweet talk like that Dec, I’m surprised we never did make it to the bedroom.”

“Sass as much as you want Ivy. But I intend to have you. I intend to have you spread out beneath me. And when you are, you’ll be begging me for my cock.”

With another grape in my hand, I pop it into my mouth. Dec’s eyes and words have my panties wet, and if I close my eyes, I imagine Dec above me as he thrusts into me. Dispelling the image from my brain, I take a sip of the coffee and face Dec. Our eyes clashing as I attempt to look deep into his soul. To try to discover, what it is he his thinking.

“Like you said Dec, you should have made your move when we first met. Not now. Now it’s too late.”

Dec leant over the table, his hand hooking on to a tendril of hair as he twirled the strand. His pale green eyes are penetrating into me. The irritation of his touch has me shifting in my chair as I try to shake him free. Dec’s nose is touching the tip of mine as he cups my neck. Although I want to break free, a part of me is frozen to the seat of the kitchen chair. My gaze locked onto his. One slight movement on either of our parts and our lips will be meeting.

“See Ivy, it’s inevitable. You and me. You had two years to leave Comfort Springs. But you didn’t run until now. Why is that I wonder?”

When I attempt to break loose from Dec’s hold, his grip tightens as he drags me closer.

“Do you know why you ran? I’ll tell you Ivy. Because, there’s no one for you to hide behind anymore Ivy. Now, it’s you and me.”

With one last tug, Dec releases me, and now I’m free from his close proximity. As I scuttle up, the chair I was sitting on fell to the ground.

“You’re wrong Dec. I’m not running. The only reason I stayed in Comfort Springs was that Laura and Kent needed me. Well, now they don’t and I’ve moved on.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you Dec.”

“One night Ivy. Give me one night and if neither one of us is happy. We go our own way afterwards. After all what have you got to lose?”

Dec’s suggestion is too close to my own fantasy, and too tempting. I also know one night will be insufficient. He’d be like my favorite bar of chocolate, one bite and then another, until the whole bar was gone, leaving me craving for more. As I scurry out of the room, I slowly shake my head at the biker.

“Sorry Dec, but I’m standing by my answer. One night with you, could destroy me.” 

With great haste, I make for my room, going straight to my underwear drawer. A quick rummage through my clothing and I find what I’m looking for. Hidden beneath my personal stuff is a photograph of Dec. One, which I had taken in the early days of my arrival in Comfort Springs. He was leaning on his bike, laughing with his brother Tabby. The dark sunglasses hiding his emerald eyes from the camera. His cut lay open, the T-shirt molded to his chest and stomach, detailing every line and ridge of the muscles hidden beneath the skin. About to rip the photograph, I change my mind and place it back in its spot. In less than twenty-four hours, my biker will be gone and so will I.

DCMC

The after fight party was in full swing. Flynn was surrounded by his manager, trainer and is talking to another fighter, Jackson Tayler, who I had met, and dated when I first arrived in Las Vegas. A date, which had led nowhere, all because of my stupid infatuation with a certain biker.

“Here have a beer.”

Grace, the young woman who had come to stand beside me, was a few inches shorter than me. Her russet brown hair plaited, hung down her back. Grace’s hazel eyes were full of mischief and she’s Cayden’s younger sister.

“Thanks.”

“I don’t know why I’m here. I hate parties.”

“Sorry, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have invited you.”

When Sour Mash and Cayden had left for their next gig, Grace had declined to go with them. She wanted to stay in Las Vegas before returning to college for her final year. Cayden had also asked if I would keep an eye out on the young woman, and that was how she had ended up here.

“Don’t be. I wish I could wear what you’re wearing.”

Grace’s soulful tone has me turning my head towards the young woman. My quest in trying to locate Dec abandoned. Although Grace wasn’t skinny, the dress she was wearing was unflattering in the way it was billowing around her curves, which she was naively attempting to hide. Why would this pretty little thing, believe she couldn’t dress in jeans and tops?

“You can. I tell you what. Why don’t we go shopping tomorrow?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

I gave up trying to hide the smile, which was threatening to break out. Sat beside me was the younger sister of a rock star, and she lacked confidence in her own capabilities.

“What are you two ladies hatching?”

I don’t know how he did it, but somehow Dec has managed to come to stand beside me without me spotting him. To hide my confusion at his sudden appearance, I take a swallow of my beer, and let my gaze linger around the room, coming to rest on Flynn, who was looking over in our direction. In acknowledgement, I raise my bottle towards him, and he left his group to join us, where he inserted his body between Dec’s and Grace’s. Although his face was battered, it’s nothing, compared to when Devil’s Comfort is caught in a fight. In fact, his face had looked much worse on the day we left Comfort Springs, and so had Dec’s.

“Ivy?”

“Erm?”

“I asked what you thought of the fight.”

Dec’s gaze is locked on to mine, and the hateful mocking twinkle was back. Just as I was about to answer, Flynn escorts Grace on to the dance floor, leaving me alone with Dec. Since our encounter at breakfast, I’ve managed to avoid the man, only to find myself alone with him at a well-attended party.

“Flynn won.”

“Yeah, he did. Come on, let’s dance.”

“No!”

My answer is louder than I had expected, and suddenly it feels as though several sets of eyes were staring at me.

“Look Ivy, I’ve a favor to ask.”

“Okay, ask.”

“Not here, let’s go find somewhere quiet?”

This is the first time Dec has ever spoken to me in a serious tone. Usually his manner was light hearted and teasing. Even when he is flirting with me, he has never used this tone. Apprehension was flowing through my body as I followed the biker out of the main room, into one of the en-suites. Although Dec, has led me to a bedroom, I felt safe. The room was empty, and the only lighting, came from the neon light outside.

While I make myself comfortable on the bed, Dec sits in the wicker chair, which is placed next to the bed. Still, he doesn’t speak as he stares into his beer.

“Dec?”

“Shit Ivy, I don’t know. It’s Ma.”

“What about your Ma?”

“She’s not well. Tabby rang earlier. Looking after Pa is becoming too much for her. Even with Bridge and her family helping out as much as they can.”

Again, Dec went quiet as he continued to glare at his beer. His fingers are tapping against the glass of the bottle. Finally, he looks up at me. His eyes shadowed behind the hooded flesh of his eyelids.

“Bridge offered to take Ma away for a couple of weeks and we need someone to look after Pa.”

My breath catches in my throat; I’ve put Comfort Springs behind me. Yet I know where this conversation is leading. Three paces has me looking down onto the busy strip. As I watch the tourist, residents and workers of the hotel, wander about. Some climbing into cabs, while others came into the building.

“What do you want from me Dec?”

I don’t know why I asked. I knew what was coming, yet I was still unprepared. Maybe deep down I was hoping he wouldn’t ask. Through the glass, I watch Dec’s reflection as he comes to stand behind me. His hands coming to rest on my arms. At the intimate image, I close my eyes and hold my breath.

“Will you look after Pa? Ma doesn’t want him to go into a rest home or a hospice. And she’ll not go away, unless she’s satisfied with whoever is looking after Pa.”

The trap sprang. While looking after Laura, I had met Dec’s family and his Ma is a wonderful person. She also wasn’t young. I wanted to say no, to turn down the job offer. Six weeks ago, I left Comfort Springs with the intentions of never returning. Tabby had been a good employer, maybe this Gallagher would be too.

“When do you want to return to Comfort Springs?”

Chapter 4

“Ready?”

“Yep.”

With a whistle under my breath, I collect Ivy’s backpack from her.

“Is that all you’re taking?”

“If I need anything else Dec, I’ll buy it when we arrive back in Comfort Springs.”

Ivy’s capitulation to return to Comfort Springs had come easier than I had anticipated and as soon as she’d agreed, I had called Bridge to arrange for her to take Ma on a vacation. Ivy was now back on my patch, and before we reached home, she would be in my bed. Twiggy and Yvette were on the road waiting for us. Flynn and Grace had escorted us to the main entrance. With Ivy’s leaving, Flynn had offered her room to Grace on a temporary basis.

“Ivy, if there’s any problems call me.”

“Everything is going to be fine Flynn.”

Before mounting the bike, Ivy hugged Grace, then move to Flynn, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him on the mouth. Their familiar display of affection causes me to grip tightly on to the bike handles, and the bike gave a loud growl. Twiggy’s chuckle thundered in my ears, and with a flip of my finger towards the War Lord, I silently watched Ivy as she climbed on behind me. A kick of the motor, and we were leaving Las Vegas. Ahead of us lay a three-day journey, which I plan to exploit entirely to my benefit.

As we rode, Ivy buried her body into mine. As the road stretched behind us, Ivy’s body synchronized against me, flowing with my movements as I took each curve and bend. The feel of her arms wrapped around my waist was playing havoc with my body. Ivy’s tits were pushed up against my back, and I hated the material of our clothing, which was in the way.

With the couple of pit stops planned, we aimed to reach Amarillo late in the evening. As a concession to the girls, and at Twiggy’s insistence, instead of camping in a field, we were to spend the next two nights in a motel. The hours passed swiftly, and when we came across a familiar biker bar, Twiggy pulled his bike in and I followed.

“Okay ladies, go freshen up, and then come find us.”

“Twiggy, are you saying I stink?”

“Yeah, you do Yvette.”

Yvette didn’t appear to be offended by Twiggy’s teasing, as she grabbed Ivy by the arm to drag her to the ladies. As soon as they were out of sight, Twiggy had another go at me.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yep.”

“Dec, this could backfire.”

“Leave Ivy to me.”

“If I’m not needed on the road, I think I’ll remain in Comfort Springs for a while longer.”

“Go and get the beers Twiggy.”

A quick glance of the packed lot has me spotting a vacant table, which I head for. As I remove my gloves, I light a cigar, and park my butt on the bench as I wait for everyone’s return. The late blistering afternoon sun, is hitting the rim of my shades, and I was looking forward to the cool evening. The biker bar is busy, and I realize how lucky I had been to find the outdoor table empty. Lazily, I let my gaze roam around the yard, only to stop when I spot Ivy leaving the bathroom.

Her long legs are encased in a pair of black skinny jeans, the material stretching over her legs. The tank top she is wearing is flapping gently against her stomach where the afternoon breeze was fluttering against it. Moreover, my cock is hard.

The smile on her face drops when her gaze lands on me as she and Yvette make their way over, arriving just as Twiggy does with the cold beers. As we drank our beers, a waitress arrives with chicken and fries.

While the girls chatted, I turned my attention to Twiggy. His shaggy hair tied back into a ponytail and the flagged bandana tied around his head, is keeping the sweat at bay. Like the rest of us, he has his eyes covered, leaving it hard to see what he was thinking. I wanted to discuss Black County with him; however, with Yvette in our company, it would be against the MC’s code.

“Whatever it is you want to ask. Ask.”

“Have you ever thought of giving up the road, and making Comfort Springs your permanent home?”

While I waited for Twiggy’s answer, the girls stopped their chatter, making us the focal point of their attention.

“Nope.”

“So there’s nothing to keep you in Comfort Springs?”

“Fuck, Dec stop nagging like an old woman. I enjoy my life on the roads. That is, unless you’re thinking of swapping positions.”

This time my eyes fall on to Ivy, and like Twiggy, her thoughts were concealed behind the dark glasses she is wearing. The fry she is about to take a bite out, hung in midair.

“You’re a freak Twiggy, going on the roads for weeks with no company. It’s safe to say I have no plans to upsurge you from your role. Come on, let’s finish up, and get back on the road.”

I’ve been absent from Comfort Springs for over a week, and the itch to return is driving me mad. Comfort Springs is my home and I’ve missed it. Yeah, there were times when I craved the solitude, when I need to have time to myself. However, I also need my brothers. To be a part of Devil’s Comfort and to be a part of who they are. While I’ve been on the road, Inferno and I have been in contact several times, keeping me up to speed with all that is going on in Comfort Springs. As soon as Ivy is settled in at my folks, I’ll be heading back to the club.

My smile is back in place as I watch Ivy saunter over to the bike. Her hips swing from side to side, while the black skinny’s she is wearing does justice to her pert backside. As I trailed behind, I continue with my surveillance of Ivy. When she cocks her leg over the back of the bike, and places her helmet over her deep red hair, which causes the ends to flutter in the breeze around her shoulders, a shaft of desire shoots through me.

When I catch up with Ivy, I give into the temptation, which has been plaguing me since waking this morning, and take her lips in a soft butterfly kiss. My lips barely touch hers, but it is enough for me to taste the beer and chicken on her breath. Surprise has me rooted to the spot for a moment when Ivy doesn’t do her usual pull away thing. Instead, her body sways slightly forward, almost as if she wants more. That is before she gives herself a shake and pulls back.

Once we were back on the road, we soon begin to put the desert behind us. A desert I was looking forward to abandoning. As barren as the plains were, with only the occasional rocks to see, I’m eager to see my homeland, the lush green, and browns of Louisiana.

On my journey to Las Vegas, I had been eager to see Ivy, an eagerness, which is nothing compared to how I feel now; knowing that the girl I lusted after is sitting behind me. Her body pressed against mine. Occasionally I would have the urge to touch the hands wrapped around my waist. A temptation, I refused to give in to, not yet anyway. I wanted Ivy relaxed and as the miles passed, the tension in her body had slowly began to drift from her. Her fingers were no longer stiff and sporadically, I would feel them as they swept over the T-shirt I was wearing. Sometime during the ride, they had drifted under my cut and no matter how much I desired to touch them, I kept my hands firmly on the bike handles. With the slackening of her hands, came the relaxation of her head, as she laid it against my shoulder bones. Fuck, I was torturing myself, and the sooner I was inside Ivy, the better.

As the hours passed, and the day turned to night, we finally found ourselves in Amarillo. The motel we were staying in was on the outskirts and when we arrived, it was deserted. For tonight, I have only booked the one room for the four of us to share. The girls will take the twin beds, while Twiggy and I would crash out on a chair each.

“It’s a beautiful night.”

While Ivy was in the shower, I had left the room to enjoy a smoke before calling it a night. At the sound of Ivy’s voice, I turn in her direction. The lamp behind her has cast Ivy into the shadows and the overlong T-shirt she is wearing reaches mid-thigh, exposing her long legs to my gaze. A view, I was making the most of as I permitted my eyes to travel up and down her limbs. The firm erection of my cock pushes against my zipper, a reminder of how much I crave Ivy. Shaking my head in self-pity, I silently apologize to my cock, letting it know it wouldn’t be receiving any action tonight.

Although I’m planning to seduce my goddess, tonight was not the night for it. Without bothering to straighten from the barrier, I continue to watch Ivy over my shoulder, flickering the used cigar to the ground to grind it out.

“It is. Come and talk to me Ivy.”

At first, I thought she was going to deny us both, however, after a slight hesitation; Ivy came and stood next to me. The scent of her shower gel floats up to my nose, which I inhale deeply. Unable to resist any longer, I reach over and place one of her hands between mine, stroking my fingers over hers. The cool touch of her flesh is a balm to my nerves.

“What would you like to talk about Dec?”

“You.”

“Me? There’s not much to say Dec.”

As I continue to play with Ivy’s fingers, my gaze remains on the yard.

“I didn’t take you to be coy.”

The soft tinkling laughter, which Ivy releases, offers me comfort and she still hasn’t made any attempt to pull her hand free.

“Really Dec, there’s not much to say, I’m the youngest of five children, my parents are married to each other. Which is a rarity where I’m from. And as you know I’ve spent the last few years in Comfort Springs.”

“Come on Ivy, what about your hates, and dislikes?”

“I love the rain. I love to jump in puddles and spin in the rain.”

As Ivy continues to talk, her body begins to relax and as the late evening drifted into early morning, I learnt more about the woman who was standing beside me. How as a child she had broken her leg while chasing her older brother as he teased her. That when it came to fixing a car, one of her other brothers had taught her the basics, and that her mother had made sure all of them could cook when they left home.

“Ivy it sounds like you had a happy childhood. Why did you leave New Orleans?”

Ivy turned her face to me. A face, which was glowing as a smile played around her lips. A smile I was fighting not to kiss. As we stared at each other, I wondered if my longing for Ivy was as apparent on my face, as it was in Ivy’s as she ate me with her eyes.

From the moment we first met, the chemistry was there, and I know I wasn’t the only one fighting it. As much as tonight was killing me, I was enjoying the company of the new Ivy who stood in front of me. The one without her defenses in place.

“I wanted to see the world. But I didn’t get far, did I Dec?”

“Sure you did Ivy; you got to see Las Vegas.”

“Maybe, but one day I’m going to see the mountains of Montana and the snow. I want to see snow and make snow angels.”

Tonight, with the barriers down, I learnt more about Ivy, than I have from watching her all these years. It was getting late and we had an early start, and as much as I hated to say Goodnight, I would have to wait a few hours more, before I had Ivy’s company, and her body pressed against mine.

“It’s time to call it a night Ivy. We’ve a long journey ahead of us.”

“Night Dec.”

Before she finally turned and headed for bed, Ivy had hesitated, almost as if she was waiting for my next move. With regret, I watched Ivy as she walked away. Instead of returning to the room, I lit another cigar and gaze up at the stars.

Ma had said, I needed to woo the girl, and I had all day to do just that.

Chapter 5

The expectations of my return journey to Comfort Springs differ vastly to the ones I had when I left for Las Vegas. When we left Amarillo just before dawn, the sun was breaking, and the morning had been fresh. Soon the cool breeze of the morning melts away, dispelled by the heat of the day. A heat, which isn’t annoying me.

As the miles passed, I leant into Dec’s body. The soft, subtle leather rubs against my cheek, inducing me to inhale his scent. At this moment I was unsure where I was heading, what I do know is Dec came to Las Vegas for me, and for the next few weeks, I may as well take the biker up on his offer.

I have done without sex for too long and if Dec is the one to break my dry spell. Well, I’ll just have to go with it. As the road slipped by, I slid my hand underneath the cut and T-shirt. Just as the previous day, we stopped at a Biker Club for lunch, and did a couple of other pit stops on the way.

When we re-mounted to continue with our journey to Comfort Springs, I snuggled up to Dec, inhaling the aroma of his aftershave against the flesh of his skin. As the scent of sandalwood invaded my brain, memories of the night before, began to flood back.

Declan Gallagher, has the tongue of the devil himself and when he turned those soulful eyes towards me, I was gone. There was no way I could turn him down. He hadn’t begged, damn, I wish I had made him beg, before I had capitulated. No, instead he had used my soft heart against me. His mama was in dire need of a rest; however, she was hesitant about putting his father in a hospice until her return. He had coated the urgency in my help on thickly. Because of Rayven’s commitments with the club, Kavan, and her own large family, Tabby was reluctant to ask her to take on any more responsibility, in case it broke her. Yep, Dec knew which buttons to press and I had dropped everything.