Inferno & The Good Girl:  (Brothers of Devils Comfort MC) (2 page)

Feeling
the heat spreading through my body from his touch, a gasp escapes
from my closed throat. Should I really feel as good as this, I ask
myself as I absorb the sensation of the muscles contracting hard in
my stomach. At any moment, I am going to explode from Inferno’s
touch. His tongue beginning to lick harder against my pussy lips, as
his teeth skate over the tender flesh.

Clasping
the sheets between my hands, I know I’m not going to hold out
much longer. As my body tenses, followed by an intense vibration, I
enjoy my first orgasm given to me by a man. Panting, I lay there, my
body too heavy to move.

Inferno
is leaning back, his eyes gliding over my body, a secret smile plays
on his beautiful lips. As I look up at him, I wonder, does he see
what I see. A girl with her hair dyed soft blue, green eyes that
must have darkened with the release he has just given me. Puppy fat
cheeks, plumb breast with coral nipples, hips that are slightly on
the large size, a stomach not quiet flat. For me my best features are
my legs. Although I may not be tall and my legs may not go on
forever, they are shapely and well toned. I never did manage to
starve myself into the perfect figure.

Inferno
gives me one of his smiles, stroking my hair as my eyes reveal the
concerns that are running through my brain.

“
Just
getting started baby
”
he whispers in
my ear, before nipping the lobe.

Before
I know what is happening, I find myself spun onto my stomach with
Inferno kneeling between my legs, his hands stretching my arms out.
Raising my head as I turn to look at Inferno, my eyes drift round
the room and as I start to focus, that
is
when I see them. Red underwear on the floor, two things register in
my fuddled mind.

1)
They are not male underwear.

2)
They do not belong to me.

As
my body tenses, I glare at the offending objects, my sex muddled
brain starts to function again. I had cleaned this room yesterday,
and there hadn’t been any female underwear then. Which meant
another woman, had been in this house between then and now. The man
whore had brought her to this bed last night, possibly only leaving
this morning.

When
morning comes, will I have been just another body to him. In my panic
to get away, I knocked Inferno over, while pushing myself off the
bed. Collecting my discarded underwear off the floor, I pull them on
as I run from the room.

‘
What
was I thinking?’

DCMC

As
I lie dazed on the bed, unsure at what has just happened. I let my
mind replay the scene, positive that Baby Blu had been with me every
step of the way.

It
is only as I make my way to the bathroom, I see the underwear on the
floor, which must have fallen out of their bag. Underwear which I
had bought for Baby Blu. It was the color which had caught my
attention, knowing that Baby Blu would look amazing in them, had
fired my imagination.

‘
Fuck,
she must have seen them.’

“
Dad,”
looking up from the now forgotten underwear, seeing my son standing
in the door way

“
What
son?”

“
My
stomach really hurts.” On those words Trax vomits on to the
carpet, thoughts of Baby Blu forgotten, as I go to the aid of my son.

Chapter 1

Six
years later

After
traveling for five days, I finally see the sign for Comfort Springs
and take the turn off from the highway.
I was
to have completed the journey in two days
. However, half way
through the first day, this rapidly changed, stretching into a five
day leisure drive.

As
I make the drive into Comfort Springs, my stomach becomes fluttery.
As apprehensive as I am at seeing Inferno on his Harley, for the
first time since I had left him half naked in his bedroom. I am
looking forward to seeing my dad for the first time since Christmas

The
drive through the main street of Comfort Springs shows there has been
little change in the last six years. The coffee shop, ‘Little
Sammy’s,’ still has the full glass window. Scattered on
the sidewalk, are a few tables and chairs for his customers, who want
to enjoy the sunshine. Next door, is the tattoo studio, which more
often than not is packed with bikers frequenting it. As I pass the
parking lot, I find myself checking the parked bikes, to see if
Inferno’s Harley, is among them, wondering if he still rides
the same bike.

Linc
Davies another member of Devils Comfort Motorcycle Club, and the
manager of the tattoo studio is a handsome man. Although he is a
good looking man, he has never caused my stomach to turn to jelly the
way that Inferno does. The studio had just opened when I first
arrived in Comfort Springs. In the last ten years it has expanded,
mainly due to Linc, as he became one the most sort after Tattoo
Artist in Louisiana. The Studio’s popularity growing due to
an article which appeared about him and his art in a national
motorbike magazine.

On
the other side of Little Sammy
’
s is
the convenience store, ‘Open till Late.’ A couple of new
business’s have also opened. One of which is ‘Bells
Lingerie Boutique,’ which is situated next to ‘Link the
Inks Tattoo Studio.’ Unfortunately due to the economic
downturn, a few of the stores are now standing vacant.

As
I pull into the parking lot of ‘Open till Late’. the High
School comes into view, a reminder to me, as to why I came home.
When I first left Comfort Springs to go to collage, I had no definite
career in mind, unsure of what I wanted to do. By the time I began
my second year, my choice of career had being chosen and I switched
majors to psychology. So here I am, returning as the school’s
councilor. All I wished for, was that not many of the kids are too
mixed up and that they are enjoying their teenage years.

As
I pop into the grocery store, to buy some last minute provisions, it
is not long before I become engrossed in browsing the shelves. Due to
my oblivion of others, I had been
unaware of
the store door opening and to the new shoppers, who had arrived. It
wasn’t until my trolley bumped in to one of them, that I
realized the group had stepped in front of me. Surprised by their
arrival, I glanced up to apologize and found myself looking into a
set of green eyes that I have not seen since leaving six years ago.
Only this time these eyes are grown up and belong to an
eighteen-year-old Trax.

The
last time I had seen him, he had been a scrawny twelve years old, a
smaller replica of his father. Now, he reached six foot or more.
Although he is a replica of his father, he was missing that little
something which Inferno has. Trax is a gentler version of his father.
He does not possess the same element of danger that his father
projects. Nor does he possess his father’s sexuality which
draws me to Inferno.

As
he stands before me in jeans that ride low on his hips. Black leather
motorcycle boots, a T-shirt with a reaper and scythe printed on it.
Over the T-shirt he is wearing a black leather cut. I know, If he was
to turn his back to me, I would find the words prospect on the lower
bottom. Proclaiming his apprenticeship before becoming a full pledge
member of Devils Comfort. As a boy, he always admired his father, and
now it looks as if he is following his father’s choice of
career.

“
Hi
Trax.
”

As
he squinted his eyes, trying to place me, I believed he was going to
speak to me.
His mouth opening, only to close
again.
After a moment’s
hesitation, it appears he has changed his mind about speaking to me.
Instead, he looks straight through me, putting down whatever he had
been holding, he turns on his heals, walking up the aisle and out of
the shop. For some unfathomable reason, it registers in my mind the
object in his hand, is a can of deodorant.

Unsure
as to what had just occurred, think, maybe Trax didn’t
recognize me. I quickly run over my appearance in my head. I am
older, however, apart from that, everything else is the same.
At eighteen I reached my final height, a little over five feet. The
only rebellion I ever did and continue to do, is to color my hair
blue and white, which I wear to my shoulders. I may have lost or
gained some weight, but if I have, it is not by much.

As
I turn my attention back to the rest of the bikers, an uneasy silence
has descended on them. Faces that I do not recognize, yet they must
be members of Devils Comfort, as they are wearing the cut. As they
stare awkwardly at me, unsure at what has just happened, they too,
begin to shovel their way to the door, as they follow Trax out of the
store, to their bikes, where he is waiting for them.

After
the bikers leave the shop, I release the breath that I was holding.
As I realize how shaken I am from the encounter, to steady myself I
take a deep breath, finishing my shopping in a rush.

DCMC

As
I lean over the pool table to position myself, for the shot I am
about to take. Trax comes storming into the room

“
You’ll
not guess who I should fucking run into?
”

Without
moving the angle of my body, I raise my eyes over the cue which I am
holding. Watching Trax has he makes his way over to the club’s
bar. His shoulders are tense, confirming that who ever they are, he
wasn’t happy with them, with a shrug of my shoulders, I return
to my game.

“
Who?
”

“
Miss
high and fucking mighty Baby Blu. Grinning at me, as though all was
well in the fucking world. Who the hell does she fucking think she is
waltzing fucking back here?
”

This
piece of news got my attention.

Fuck,
I knew Trax had being upset with Baby Blu leaving the way that she
had. At the time of Baby Blu’s leaving, Trax had been twelve.
His love for her was unconditional, only in the way a child’s
love can be. Fuck, to listen to him then, she had been perfect, Baby
Blu did this, Baby Blu did that, Baby Blu had said that. At the time
she had being the one constant person in his life. Only to leave and
break his heart. Hell, if I was honest she had broken mine too.

As
I lay the cue on the pool table, I cannot resist smirking at his ire.
Slapping his shoulder as I snatch a beer for myself, from behind the
bar.

“
Guess
you’ll be throwing her a welcome home party this weekend then?
”

With
a look of disgust crossing his face, Trax gives me a hand salute,
picking up a beer from the bar. As he makes his way towards one of
the spare room, he collects one the whores, who hang round the
clubhouse.

“
I
’
m
off for a run,
”
I inform the club’s
Vice President, Linc, who is in the process of resetting the balls on
the pool table.

With
thoughts of Baby Blu clouding by brain, I mount the Harley and head
out on the open roads of Louisiana, to find some clarity.

Shit,
Shit, Shit. Baby Blu is back and I am unsure how I fell about that.
When I drank a lot, I
would
fuck one of the
girls, fantasying myself deep in Baby Blu. Yep, I
am
man enough to admit I have it bad for the girl. It has
never bothered me that I am ten years older than she is. When she had
turned sixteen, she had still been a little young for me. However
that had not stopped me from starting to plan. Knowing that one day
she would grace my bed. Sure, I had to wait a couple of years for her
to grow up, I am not quite a pervert. Then the bitch up
s
and leaves and that is after she has given me a case of blue balls.
Smiling, yeah, she owed me and it was time to pay.

DCMC

This
is my first week at Comfort Springs High School, and I find that I
have settled in quicker than I expected. The promise I made myself,
when I chose this career, I was going to do everything possible for
the kids, in my care.

Making
the most of the pleasant weather, I decide to eat my lunch in the
schoolyard. Strolling down the path, I spot a vacant bench and settle
down eat the sandwiches I have brought. As I bite into the apple, I
scan the yard, noticing Tommy as he makes his way across the field.

Tommy,
one of the problem cases that I inherited from my predecessor, had
visited the office earlier in the week for a chat.
As I watch him, he reminds me of the promise that I have
made. The promise where I will fix the world. After the week I have
had, I know I am kidding myself.