Fudge's Sprite: (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC Book 4) (13 page)

On a whim, I rang Ivy to see if she was free, and quickly we arranged to meet at Little Sammie’s. When I eventually made it to the café, Rayven and Cassie were also there and soon we were joined by Baby Blu.

“I’ve brought the keys to the store, if anyone’s interested in buying anything.”

In need of a plan for this evening, I decided to take Cassie up on her offer, and after we have finished our coffee, we make our way to the boutique.

“Everything okay Ivy?”

Ivy has been quiet since arriving at the coffee shop, and had not spoken since entering the boutique.

“Yes”

Ivy gave the store a quick perusal, before turning her attention back to me. In her hand, she is idly playing with a crimson and black bra set.

“What time are you expecting Fudge?”

With a shrug and a shake of my head, I am slow in my answer.  Ivy’s question has me thinking of the text Fudge has sent. A text, I have not mentioned to anyone.

“I don’t know. Probably late. Why?”

“Why don’t I come back to yours?”

“Sure. I’ll pick up a bottle of wine on the way back”

As I stand back, I study Ivy, as she puts the underwear she was holding, back. I deliberately turn my attention to the other women. Together, they stand in a circle, holding out different items of underwear, laughing among themselves. Three women, happy with their choice of men.

The piercing pain in my heart, is a reminder of what I have lost. I know that what Nick and I have is far different, to what I had with Carl. Nick is all fire and passion. While Carl had been a slow burner. His passion, hidden beneath a calm exterior. Yet, like Nick, he was a volcano, once he let his emotions free.

I neither need nor want another Carl. Carl had stolen my heart at a young age, and I had not lived. Yet, without living, I knew all about death and lost. This was something, I have no wish to go through again. Not yet anyway. But is Nick the right man for me. A man who fought his own demons, the only way he knew how. A man who lived his life carelessly and without commitment. The word commitment flashed in my head like a neon sign. Was I ready to commit myself to another person just yet? How ready were we both?

Lost in my own thoughts, it was not long before I had a basket of new underwear, wrapped and paid for. Quickly Ivy and I said our byes and before long, we were at the house. A house which was quiet.

“Talk”

“Jezz, Ellie, you could wait, till I’ve drunk at least half the bottle first.”

“Come on Ivy, what’s the problem?”

“Are you happy with Fudge?”

Where the fuck had that come from. I thought we were going to be talking about Ivy’s problems, not mine. Slowly I sank into the deep cushions of the forest green chair, placing my feet on the footstool as I sipped my wine. Did Ivy want honesty? Fuck, was I ready to be honest with myself.

“After Carl died, I didn’t want or need anybody. Shit Ivy, my relationship with Nick, only changed a couple of weeks ago. I don’t even know where it’s heading.”

“When I left college, I planned to travel, and I’ve been stuck in Comfort springs for nearly three years.”

“Why did you stay?”

Ivy refilled her glass before she answered. Her eyes avoiding mine.

“Because I’m a liar.”

Ivy’s response was not the one I was expecting, and all I can do, is stare at the redhead.

“Sorry?”

“The reason I stay in Comfort Springs, is because of Dec. And it wasn’t until I went out with Flynn, that I was finally honest with myself.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Leave.”

“And how’s leaving going to help?”

“I don’t want to become another biker slut. And if I stay, that is what I’ll become.”

“Is that how you see my relationship with Nick. That I’m a biker slut.”

At least Ivy had the grace to blush, as she turned her face from mine.

“Well?”

“No. But are you happy with Nick. Is he the one?”

“Ivy, I’ve been asking myself that question, since Nick suggested we go exclusive, and I don’t know the answer. I tried dating someone else, and nothing. I didn’t feel a thing. Yet I know I’m still a woman. That with Nick, I get turned on. Adam didn’t do that for me. And, if I’m truthful. I’ve looked round Comfort Springs, and none of the other men do a thing for me.”

“I know what you mean.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Flynn’s fun. We had a great night, and when he kissed me nothing. Not a spark. Yet all Dec has to do, is walk past me, and I’m wetting my pants.”

“Then do something about it.”

“I am. I’m leaving Comfort Springs when Flynn goes.”

“Is that fair on Flynn.”

“I’m leaving as his friend, not his lover.”

“Look Ivy, you need to leave. Nick’s due soon, and I need to get ready.”

At Ivy’s hurt look, I almost change my mind, and tell her to stay.”

“Is it something that I’ve said?”

“Yes. I don’t run Ivy, and I think Nick wants to call it a day. I have to get ready to fight for what I want.”

“Shit Ellie, why didn’t you say anything.”

“Because I was going to let him go. But listening to you has woken me up.”

As she rose from her chair, Ivy gave me a genuine smile and hug.

“Go for it girl, Go get your man.”

“I will. And don’t you do anything rash.”

By the time I have finished speaking, Ivy is already out of the door.

DCMC

When I hear the front door open and close, I put the final touches to my makeup and checked my hair. I was ready for whatever Nick had to say, and I refused to go down without a fight. One last twirl, in front of the mirror, confirms that I am ready to face Nick.

When I find him in the living area, he looks tired. His body is in the chair, which I had vacated earlier. His dark hair has a few streaks of gray through them. His face is covered with a two day old beard, and his eyes are closed. While his boot clad feet were crossed at the ankles. For a moment, I stood in the doorway and studied the tied man, and my heart contracted, bringing a lump to my throat.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or come into the room and kiss me?”

A smile flitted across my face, as I wandered into the room to stop at his toes.

“I was going to get you a drink.”

Nick did not bother to open his eyes, as he lifted his arms up to me, and pulled me onto his lap. His mouth finds mine without any hesitation. The taste of his lips, was like coming home. A slow warmth, began in my lower stomach. As his hand cupped my neck, and pulled me closer, his other hand found its way between my closed thighs. His thumb, slowly strumming over my skin and goose bumps tingled over the flesh he touched.

Unable to prevent the moan, which has escaped my lips, I press the top half of my body closer to his. My hands, wrapping around his neck of their own accord. Soon, Nick’s own moans join mine. Beneath my ass, I feel the slow stirrings of Nick’s cock.

He might be thinking of breaking up with me, however, his body wanted mine. Just as much as I wanted his. Whoever said knowledge was power, was right. I could, and I will fight for Nick with everything that I have, even if it means using my body. The old adage “All’s fair in love and War” came to mind, and I was going to use everything in my arsenal to get what I wanted. And l wanted Nikolas Winchester.

With this knowledge, I deepened the kiss and rubbed my ass against Nick’s cock. My fingers combing through his hair. My breast, were becoming heavy with desire. Another moan escaped my lips. As I attempted to push my tongue into Nick’s mouth, he pushed my body away from his. A moan escaped from him. It sounded like a moan of regret.

Unsure what game Nick was playing, I open my eyes, which had shut as our embrace had become heated. Not wanting Nick to know, how hurt I was by his rejection, I stood and brushed the back of the nightdress down, over my thighs.

“Do you want that beer now?”

When Nick finally looked in my direction, his eyes were full of some kind of emotion. I think it was regret, but I was not too sure. My heart skipped a beat, as it fell to the pit of my stomach. I had not felt like this, when the army had informed me of Carl’s death. With both dread and determination, I looked at Nick and waited for him to speak.

“We need to talk.”

Nick’s words, does not prevent me from opening the two top buttons, of the silk nightdress I am wearing. Reminding myself that I was fighting for something I believed in. I trailed my fingers down the exposed cleavage.

“Okay, talk.”

This time, Nick is wearing a lazy grin, as he reaches up and refastens my nightdress.

“As much as I love your tits, we need to talk, Ellie.”

So he loved my tits, but was covering them up. What game was he playing?

“We found the bitch.”

“What?”

“The bitch who stopped you in the street, and broke in here. We found her.”

“You found her?”

“Yep, she’s a biker whore for Black County.”

While my mind processed this information, all I can do is stare at Nick.

“You mean you’re not breaking up with me?”

Shit, I’d just spent the last couple of hours making myself sexy as hell and Nick wanted to talk about some whore he’d fucked.

Chapter 18

Damn, Ellie was looking hot, and all I wanted to do, was take her to bed. The nightdress, revealed Ellie’s body off to perfection. Especially her long legs, with the way the hem stopped at mid-thigh. It had been mad enough, when Ellie was sat across my thighs. Her derriere, pushing against my throbbing cock, as her tits squished into my chest. The feel of her hard nipples, as they pushed into my chest, had been a temptation that I had nearly given in to. First we have to talk.

Ellie, and I needed trust. She needed to know that I would not hide anything from her.

“Why the hell would you think we were breaking up?”

The way Ellie chewed on her lip, was adorable, and all I wanted to do, was pull her back into my arms.

“Your text.”

“From my text, you got, I wanted to break up with you. Have you been dumped by text before?”

While talking to Ellie, I was finding it impossible to remove my eyes from her thighs. If she was to lift her arms, I swear I would be able to see her panties. This, then got me to wonder if the panties matched the nightdress. A groan escapes from me, as an image of Ellie, stretched out on the sofa in just panties, flashed before me. Not bothering to hide my erection, I stretch my legs out in front of me, and watched as Ellie’s eyes follow my movements. The nipples on her tits become more pronounced, as she studies me, and there is a slight shift in her own movement, as she closes her legs.

I do not bother to conceal my smile. Instead, I turn it into a seductive grin, and lick the lower lip with my tongue. As Ellie continues to watch my mouth, her tongue imitates my actions.

“Well Ellie have you?”

Ellie’s passion filled eyes, lift up to mine.

“Have I what?”

“Have you ever been dumped by text?”

Ellie shakes her head from side to side, as she whispers “No.”

As much as I wanted to have Ellie flat on her back, as she took my cock inside her, we had to stay on track, and talk about the whore. I shuffled my junk until it was in a more comfortable position and sat straight in the chair.

“Ellie, I still don’t know when, or if I did fuck her.”

“What do you mean if? Of course you fucked her.”

I had given this some thought on the ride back. Why the hell could I not remember fucking the whore. Never mind that I may have fucked her, why was she determined to cause trouble between Ellie and myself.

“Ellie, not only is she part of Black County, but she’s also Tats’ sister. Don’t you think it’s weird that I’m supposed to have fucked her?”

Ellie’s shoulder shrug, did not help, and as she dropped into the chair opposite me, I caught a flash of the panties she is wearing. And yep, they match the nightdress. When she crossed her legs, Ellie also flashed more flesh. Discreetly, I watched Ellie, to see if the movement had been intentional or an accident. Innocent brown eyes stared back at me.

“No Nick, I don’t think it’s weird that you fucked her. I’m disappointed that you can’t remember her. Not surprised or anything, just… disappointed.

“Ellie…”

Ellie raised her hand in a way which told me to stop talking.

“Nick, you enjoy sex and I’m sure you’ve had more than your fair share. I doubt if you remember all the whores, and sluts you have fucked. Well, that’s your past. Every time, I go to the club, I see the skanks, and I know you’ve fucked them. However, I’m not going to dwell on it.”