Fudge's Sprite: (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC Book 4) (2 page)

“Now that Adam’s not in the picture, I might ask the widow out. What do you think?”

“I think you’re punching above your weight. So leave her alone.”

Sundance’s deep mocking laughter fills the air, as I watch him lift his beer to his mouth to take a deep swallow of the cool liquid. When the bottle was empty, Sundance threw it amongst the growing pile of trash.

“I’ve arranged for us to visit Crabby in a few days. Why don’t we head for Baton Rouge?”

As though that was the end of the conversation, Sundance, turned his back to me, and settled for the night. I however was unable to sleep. Images of Ellie, Ma Papa and Ma Mere, kept chasing each other through my mind. As the images danced in my head, I finished another beer, and tossed the empty bottle on the growing pile. Eventually the fire began to die down, and I crawled into the bedroll. Tomorrow was going to be another long day.

DCMC

After being stripped of our cuts and other regalia, Sundance, and I finally got into see Crabby. The communal hall was depressing. Tables are set out uniformly, and behind most of them, the inmates sat. All staring at the metal door, as their visitors strolled in. Crabby’s table is in the third row, fifth one down.

“Hi Bro.”

“Fudge, Sundance.”

“Are they looking after you?”

“Yeah, Sundance, it’s a barrel of laughs. But what the fuck, at least I’ve food and a roof over my head.”

That short exchange appeared to set the tone of our meeting for the next hour. It was not until we are reaching the end of our visit that we all began to relax and promises are made to come and visit again soon.

“Hey, Tell Tabby, I’m arranging a visitor’s pass for Emily.”

“Do you think that’s wise?”

The look which Crabby passed Sundance, was cold and soulless.

“Yes, I fucking do.”

I was unsure what was going on between the two brothers, but the quicker Sundance, and I were out of here the better.

“Come on Sundance. See you later Crabby.”

After being inside that mausoleum of a prison, the air felt so fucking clean once we reached outside, that all I could do was to take several deep breaths.

All the time ma Papa had been locked away in there, I had never visited the place. And now he has been buried less than forty-eight hours, and here I fucking am, visiting a brother inside, and planning a return trip. With a shake of my head, I let my gaze swing round the parking lot, and it is then, that I spot my other brothers waiting for me.

“What the fuck?”

A feeling of a setup is beginning to engulf my body, and I spun on Sundance.

“Did you fucking know about this?”

Instead of answering, Sundance strolled over to the group of bikers and fist thumps were exchanged in greetings. Slowly they all parted and watched, as I made my way over to them. With years of practice, I threw on my best smile, and hugged each brother. As I embraced their greetings, a slow warmth spread through my body. My fake smile, soon turned into a genuine warmth. These men are my family. Fuck, they cared enough to send someone to watch my back.

“Fuck it Fudge. Don’t you ever disappear like that again.”

There may have been a warmth in Inferno’s voice, and a twinkle in his eyes, However the slap to my back, sent me staggering. With as much grace as I can muster, I put a stop to the staggering, before I disgrace myself, by falling to the ground. This time when I look up, I meet the laughing eyes of Linc, who has not missed the exchange. With a quick flip of my finger to him, I mount my bike. While I am fastening my helmet, Tabby drew his bike alongside me, and his brother Dec, flanked me on the other side.

“Guess I’m going back to Comfort Springs.”

“In a couple of days. We thought we’d hit the road for a few of days.”

“Rayven cool with that?”

Tabby’s indulgent smile, and the sparkle in his eyes, tells me he is happy. An emotion which had not been there, for a long time.

“He needs a break. She’s got him working on that old relic.”

“Worst thing I did, was buy that old classic. She doesn’t know shit from crap.”

“Stop moaning old man, and let’s hit the road.”

As we rode on the highway and headed out of Baton Rouge, a sense of belonging consumed me. Devil’s Comfort is my home, and family, and they have been for a long time. Was I ready to take on more? With a grin that almost split my face, I took the bike, wide fucking open. When I was out in front of the others, I raised my arm in triumph

“Whoop, whoop.”

Soon the others caught up to ride alongside me. Their cheers mixing with mine. Devil’s Comfort was back and we were going to raise hell.

Chapter 2

“Toby, Amelia, Get a move on. The school bus will be here soon.”

“Mama, I can’t find my shoes.”

“They’ll be where you took them off Amelia. Toby downstairs now.”

Damn, I was not in the mood for the children’s antics this morning. I was already running late. Now that they were both at school full time, I was out job hunting and my first interview was in an hour. I needed this job. It’s been two years since Carl was killed. Our savings were nearly nonexistent and the pension I received from the army, barely covers the bills.

“We’re going Mama, see you later.”

Two whirlwinds whipped out of the front door. As I stand, and watch them run for the bus, my heart skipped a beat. They were all I had left of Carl. The vibration of my cell brought me out of my reverie. Rayven was on the other end. Hesitant at first, I slowly placed the cell next to my ear.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Go knock ‘em dead Ellie”

“Thanks Ray. I will”

“Shit. Look I’ve got to go. Kavan’s making for the stairs.”

“Bye.”

It still amazed me, how that woman had captured the attentions of Comfort Springs man whore, and that he refuses to let her go. Deep in my thoughts, I had not heard the vehicle, until it drew alongside me.

“Need a lift?”

“Thanks Adam, but I’d better not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m on my way for an interview with you. And how would it look, if we turned up together.”

“Who gives a fuck? The job's yours.”

“Adam you’re in uniform.”

“Invite me in, and I’ll soon be out of it.”

“I’ll see you at the office.”

With a giddiness, I am far from feeling, I shake my head in wonder, as I watch the Sheriff drive off. Adam and I had dated off and on for the last year. Unfortunately, there was no spark between us. The only person who appears to be capable of scratching my too frequent itch, was Nick Winchester. A member, and an officer of Devil’s Comfort. After our last encounter, I was unsure, if, what we have, is now over.

At twenty seven I have only had two lovers. The first one was my husband Carl, and I still get a twinge in my heart, when I think of him. The second, was Nick Winchester. The first time I had let Nick Winchester fuck me, I had been laden with guilt. I refused to call it love, for the simple fact, Nick did not love me, or was he making love to me. Sure, he gave me fantastic orgasms, playing with my body for hours, however, he did not love me. He was just a fuck buddy. Shit, he had got further than Adam had, and Adam had the decency to take me out to dinner. Not Nick. He would sneak round late at night, when the kids were in bed or stopping over at Carl’s mothers. Yet he neither took me anywhere, nor was he seen with me in public.

Riding on the bus, is the wrong place to be thinking of Nick and sex. This is testament to the wet patch on my panties. With what I hope is an oblivious movement, I cross my legs and pull in my growing arousal. Fuck, there’s nothing I can do about it. It has been four weeks, since I last saw Nick, or that I was screwed. Damn, I hated the effect Nick had on me. I had never acted like this with Carl, who could be away for months at a time. Shit, once he was away for nearly eighteen months and I had not got into this state, just from thinking about him.

So lost in my thoughts, I nearly missed my stop, and I had to quickly jump from the bus before hurrying into the Sheriff’s office.

“If you’d taken that lift, you’d have been on time and in breath.”

Adam’s voice floated up the hallway and I turned in his general direction. If it was not for the money situation and the scarcity of jobs, I would be tempted to tell Adam to shove his job. However, I needed it. Ten minutes later I left Adam’s office. The job was mine. Did I feel guilty because I had gotten the job because Adam and I were friends? No. What I felt guilty about, was that all the time Adam talked, I kept thinking of Nick, and his dick.

Nick Winchester was raw sex appeal. From the way he wore his caramel brown hair, loose round his shoulders, to his smoking hot caramel eyes. It had been the warmth of those eyes, which has gotten me in to my present situation, and Nick into my bed.

Back at the house I quickly stripped out of the suit I had worn for my interview, and searched wildly for the vibrator that is kept in the bedside cabinet. Hidden underneath the good housekeeping magazines.

For a moment, I just lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. When Carl had died, I had given in and begun to use the vibrator he had bought me. Usually when Carl was on an assignment and I was feeling horny, I was able to bring his image to mind, and I would use my fingers to bring me relief. Slowly, I trailed my fingers over my body, remembering the things that Carl did to me. With this memory I dropped the vibrator and tried recollect our time together.

Carl’s face was distant and I had to close my eyes and focus. Gradually he became clear. His features becoming more prominent the harder I thought about him. In my mind’s eye, I trailed my fingers over his lips. In reality, I touched my lips with my fingers, slipping my fingers into my mouth, to gently suck on them. At the same time, my other hand slithered round his neck to cup at the nape, and draw him closer to me. As the image became more vivid, I copied what I was thinking with my hand, permitting my hand to glide down my throat as it came to rest gently on the tip of my breast.

As I sucked on my fingers, my hips began to lift. To thrust roughly against Carl’s image. An image that appeared to be real. With each thrust, I tweaked the hard nipple, pulling on the sensitive flesh. The thrust of my fingers in my mouth, were no longer good enough for what I need, as the heat in my pussy began to burn, begging for the release that only Carl could give me. Frantically I searched blindly for the vibrator as the image in my mind became stronger and I felt Carl place himself between my legs before he thrust hard and deep into my core.

“Fuck”

The feel of Carl’s body is so real, all I could do, was grasp onto the bed sheets as my hips thrust harder against his body.

“Carl.”

For a moment the body thrusting into mine became still, then it continued thrusting into me, taking me to the pinnacle. As my orgasm reached its peak, I screamed into the pillow, muffling the sound. Tears trickled down my nose, as I silently sobbed for my loss. As I mourn for the man I had lost, a male groan, rapidly brings me back to the present.

“Nick! What the fuck are you doing?”

The sight of a naked Nick, has me scrambling away from under his body. The stickiness of my release between my legs, a reminder that it had been Nick, who had given me, my orgasm and not Carl. Wildly, I searched the room. Although I knew the children were still at school, I was thankful that the bedroom door was closed.

“That’s the first and last time you call another man’s name, when it’s my dick that’s inside your pussy.”

Huddled in the far corner of the bed, I continue to watch Nick, as he lay spread out on the bed. His dick already semi-hard, although I know he has just had an orgasm. One of his beautifully sculptured legs, is stretched out, while the other one is bent at the knee. His caramel brown eyes are watching me. The residue of anger still lingering in them.

“Did you hear me?”

Nick’s anger frightens me. In all the years I have known him, he has never shown me this side. Timidly I push further up the wall, cradling the blanket against my body.

“Fuck Ellie I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why are you here Nick?”

With a sigh, Nick swung his body up and reached over the side of the bed and put his black motif T-shirt on. As he bowed over, his elbows rested on his knees, his spine curved as he placed his head in his hands, I was tempted to reach out. To offer him comfort. He looked lost, almost defeated.

“I’ve been on the road for four weeks Ellie and I was going to go over to the club and fuck one of the whores.”

“So you thought you’d come here and fuck me instead?”

“No Ellie, I wasn’t expecting to find you naked on your bed. I remembered that you had an interview at the Sheriff’s office, and I wanted to wish you luck.”

“How did you know about the interview?”

“Fuck Ellie, one of the women must have told one of their old men. Okay.”

Slowly, I nodded my head and gave in to the temptation to crawl over to Nick. Unable to resist, I wrapped my arms around Nick, holding him tight to me.

“Why didn’t you just say hello?”

“Fuck, Ellie you were beautiful. The way your legs were spread. I could see your juices gathering at your pussy hole. Each time you lifted your hips, your pussy spoke to me and my dick became rock hard and all I wanted was to be inside you.”

“Well, next time ask. Don’t just take. That could land you in a lot of trouble.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I’m going for a shower.”

“I’ll join you.”

Nick’s casual remark has me stopping in the middle of the room as I look over my shoulder at him. It’s the middle of the afternoon and Nikolas Winchester is in my bedroom. Semi-naked with a semi-hard on. At the sight of his dick twitching, I feel the return of my own arousal. The previous one that Nick had satisfied, forgotten. Shit, I was tempted to go another round.

“Toby and Amelia are due home soon Nick. Do you want them to find you here?”

As I watch Nick’s impish smile spread across his face, I knew the old Nick was back. With a swiftness, which has me breathless, Nick scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the en-suite.

“I’m sure we have time for a quickie.”

DCMC

Nick and his bike are gone by the time the children came straggling in from school. True to his word we had had a quickie in the shower. This time, when Nick took me over the edge, I screamed his name and this earned me, a couple of extra deep thrust, giving me, my second orgasm. The ache between my legs, a reminder of how hard and deep I had taken him.

“Hi Mama, what’s for tea?”

“Hi Toby, Amelia. How was school?”

Amelia’s blond head bounced as she ran across the room, before she threw her small arms round my legs, before burrowing her face in between my knees.

“Yucky”

With a carefree laugh, which I have not felt in a long time, I swung Amelia up into my arms.

“How about we go out for pizza?”

“Yeah” two voices chorused.

“Okay. Go wash your hands while I make a call. Then we can go.”

As soon as the children were out of sight. I reached for my cell.

“Hi Ivy. Fancy going out this weekend?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“A club away from Comfort Springs.”

“Do you want me to invite the others?”

“Sure.”

Until Nick claims me as his, I was going to go out and have fun. No more staying at home, feeling sorry for myself as I waited for Nick to come to his senses. The realization that this is what I had been doing, had occurred to me shortly after Nick left earlier and I had noticed how much my temperament had changed. Just because I wanted Devil’s Comfort Road Manager, did not mean, I had to wait around at home and wait for him to change.

Chapter 3

It felt good, to walk through the doorways of the club. The familiar environment, warm and loud. In four weeks the place has not changed. Angel was at the bar serving, while Ant sat on his stool and watched the brothers flirt with his old lady. However, none of them touched or took it beyond a mild flirtation. Anthony’s wrath was something to watch and not to be a part of.

“Fuck, it’s good to be back.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I love being on the road with Twiggy. But I sure as fuck miss this place”

Trax has come to stand beside me. His body filling out from all the training he is doing. Although his smile was in place, the candor of his youth has disappeared from his eyes. He is no longer the boy I remember, but a man. A man who grew up too quickly. A Devil’s Comfort biker.

“Fancy a game of pool, before church?”

“Sure.”

As we stroll over to the empty pool table, I feel Trax’s eyes burning into my back. He is lost amongst his thoughts. The terrible loss of Trax’s innocents, has me hesitating before I begin to set up the balls

“Hey, you and Teddy must have a lot in common?”             

“What?”

My question, does the trick and pulls Trax’s away from whatever dark thoughts he was being drawn too. The perplexed look on his face, a delight to watch.

“I hear Teddy’s into trains as well.”

When Trax slaps my back, I get to experience the full strength behind the muscles, and I have to plant my feet on the ground, to prevent myself from falling forward.

“Yep. It’s thanks to Uncle Teddy that I became interested in trains.”

“Uncle.”

“Fuck it Fudge, I’ve always called him uncle and it’ll be weird calling him Gramps. It’s bad enough that Baby Blu is now my stepmother.”