Helter Skelter: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 1

by Brair Lake

  Al’s trial is coming up soon, Hank has warned me, that although he may be found guilty, it’s most likely he’ll not be sentenced. That piece of news doesn’t bother me for the simple reason no charges were pressed against either Leon or Leif. The people of Noir Valley know what he did. There are rumors that after his trial he will be leaving our small town.

  When Leon jumps onto the bar, I hide my mouth behind my fingers to stifle my laughter. Simply and quickly with a wave of his hand he brings the saloon to silence and when I sense Damian’s body next to mine, I turn to him. However, his gaze is on the crazy man on the bar. The crooked little smile flickering over his lips leaves my stomach churning. “Okay everyone, let me introduce you to Mrs. Daisy Firebird Leon Davaro Smyth.”

  “That’s a mighty long name Ms. Smyth.” Damian pulls me into his arms to place his lips on mine and it is with a foreboding reluctance that I accept the congratulatory kiss. In contrast to the warmth of his mouth, as he raises his eyes, all I see is coldness, and a shiver passes over me. However, I refuse to allow Damian’s attitude spoil my day.

  Herbie and Leif are aware Leon and I have married. I sent a text to Leif, who has left Noir Valley and is heading for California. Herbie has moved in with his girlfriend, stating it was time he had his own independence. As for Poppy, she moved in with Bastian’s sister, Sugar Jay.

  As Damian steps away, the idea I keep burying about Damian being behind Poppy’s move and not Leon, finally rises and breaks free. I’ve seen the way his eyes linger on her. The way his lips compress as he watches her. Luckily Poppy doesn’t visit Demon’s Lair often as she is busy concentrating on her studies.

  “I’ll take Firebird off your hands, Damian.” At the stranger’s voice, I turn and find myself staring at the bald-headed biker I haven’t seen since my second visit to Demon’s Lair. His eyes are just as cold as Damian’s and I step back, about to refuse his offer as he pulls me into his arms and leads us both to the dance floor.

  “I don’t think we’ve met.”

  “I’m Kit, Day’s once brother-in-law.”

  “I didn’t know Damian was married.”

  “He’s not.”

  “Go find your own woman, Kit.”

  Relieved to be in Leon’s arms, I swiftly step forward and hug his chest. “Is Kit a River Demon?”

  Leon’s lips brush over my hair as he pulls away to look down at me. “Yes. You got a thing for him.”

  “No. It’s just that I’ve only ever seen him once before.”

  “Kit’s a loner. He prefers to be on the road…. Now come on, let’s go celebrate this wedding properly.” Although, it’s early afternoon, Leon drags me to our cabin. After everyone moved away from home, I had found the house too large and eagerly handed the tenancy agreement back to Damian when Leon suggested we live on the riverboat until we find a place we both are happy with.

  The pulse in my throat picks up its beat while the pulse in my pussy starts to throb heavily as we enter our cabin. Leon has already stripped himself of his cut and tee-shirt. His flesh calling out for my touch. I’m still standing at the door by the time Leon is naked. My eyes automatically drifting down to his cock, which stands proud as it bounces.

  “Lie on the bed.” Leon grins as he takes a step closer to me. Determined to do this my way, I hold my hand out. “No Leon. Lie on the bed.” Obsidian eyes sparkle as he spreads himself over the bed. From the bedside cabinet I pull out several scarfs. “Hold on to the bedposts, Leon.”

  “Firebird what are you playing at.”

  “Do you trust me.”

  “You know I do.” His smile makes my legs weak, and I nearly throw the scarves to the floor. Instead, I straddle his hips. The heat of his body warms the flesh of my thighs as I give a little rub of my denim covered pussy. Leon groans at the friction, his hands gripping onto the posts. Quickly I tie his wrists and ankles. As much as I desire to kiss the inviting flesh of his body I lean back and study him. My sacrificial husband. “Are you going to undress?”

  As I free my hair from its braid, shaking my head, I lean over and kiss Leon’s forehead. His flesh smooth and warm against my lips. From his forehead, I trail my lips in small kisses down his cheek to his ear. Nipping on the fleshy lobe. Leon twists his head and his lips attempt to find mine. To avoid contact, I giggle as I lick his flesh until I reach his neck. Gently I suck on the flesh, puckering it as I pull it into my mouth. My fingers trail down the sides of Leon’s exposed sides. The shiver beneath my touch, matches the one going through my body. As I move lower, I scatter more small butterfly kisses over his upper chest. When he thrusts his hips, I grab his arms to stop myself from falling. “Leon. Don’t be naughty.”

  “Then stop playing and kiss me.”

  With a giggle, I move my attention to his arms. Licking the flesh as I make my way to his hands. When I reach his palm, I lay my cheek there, tickling the center with my tongue. Leon’s body gives another shudder, and I trail more small kisses down his arm, returning to his fingers, before going up his arm. Leon hates it when I play with his body like this. Touching, biting, licking every part of him, until he is demanding his release. Even then I make him beg for more. My hands skim over his stomach, and I smile when the muscles constrict. The quiver he gives, dampens my denims. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

  Leon’s head drops against the pillow as he moans. His frustrated growl has me lowering down to his hips, where I suck on the firm flesh. As his hips thrust up, I crawl further down. With regret, I move around Leon’s pulsing cock. The pre-cum draws my attention, yet I refuse to give in to temptation. Instead, I concentrate on his legs, worshiping them as I lick and kiss the flesh. Leon’s flesh is burning. Making me groan in my own frustration as the heat in my pussy builds. My breasts ache, begging for his touch. Yet I don’t remove my Tee-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra. My need for Leon, clear for him to see as my nipples push proudly against the stretched cloth.

  “Firebird.” With a final nip to his ankle, I move my mouth to Leon’s own hard protruding nipple. Taking the hard nub into my mouth to bite, suck and twist it. My tongue lathering the salty flesh. When Leon bucks against me. I take hold of his cock, lift my eyes to watch his dilated obsidian gaze as I rub the head against my pussy. The friction of the material of my shorts against Leon’s tender head has him arching his back. A wild moan emits from the biker, and I smile against his chest as I move to play with his other nipple. “Shit, Firebird. Take me inside you so that I can come.”

  “Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy, Leon?”

  “Both.”

  With a laugh, I pull back and study his cock. “As big as it is, Leon. I don’t think you could.”

  “Firebird when I’m free, I’m going to spank your ass until you’re unable to sit down for a week.”

  “No, you won’t, Leon. You’ll be too busy thanking me.” Shuffling down his body. I bring my mouth level with his cock. Tentatively, I lick the pre-cum. Savoring the salty taste. “Leon.”

  “Firebird. Now’s not the time to talk.”

  “I want you to come in my pussy.” With that I push my mouth over the large, angry head, savoring the sweaty flesh of his cock as I begin to suck him. Leon groans as his thighs tense. His hiss warming my body as I take him further into my mouth. With each thrust Leon makes, I relax my muscles, taking him in further.

  “Now, Firebird. It has to be now. Otherwise, I’m going to come down your throat.”

  I’m wet. My body is hot, damp, and Leon is begging me for my body. With a gentle scrape of my teeth, I release his pulsing shaft from my mouth and swiftly divest myself of my shorts. When I aligned my pussy with his cock, I impale him in one deep movement. Then I hold my body as I grow used to his cock inside me. As wet as I am, Leon is a large man, and the friction of that first touch as he enters me, has nearly sent me over. As soon as I have my body under control, I move. Pushing against his stomach with my hands as I thrust against him. The force of Leon’s plunges has me gasping for air. The deeper
he goes, the shallower my breathing grows. My muscles tense as my nerves became frayed. “Now Leon.” My orgasm came and lasted for several beats. At that precise moment as I lay sprawled over Leon’s body. I believed my heart was never going to slow down.

  “Undo my wrists, Babe.” With fumbling fingers, I finally manage to free Leon from his confines. Spent, I lay across his body, only to be rudely rolled onto my back, as Leon bent forward to free his ankles. “Payback's a bitch, Firebird. Place your hands against the wall.”

  Leon rarely binds me; he prefers it when I have to control my movements myself. When I have to hold myself still and not touch him. When his lips land on my pussy, I groan, but don’t move.

  Epilogue

  Bastian – Noir Valley Hospital Noir Valley

  I hate hospitals. It wasn’t anything personal. It was the smell. The overpowering disinfectant smell. And right now, my heart is behaving erratically. Behind the closed door, my baby sister is giving birth to my niece/nephew. Sugar Jay refused to reveal the sex of her baby, wanting to surprise everyone. Sugar Jay and her secrets are not new to me. Even now she still refuses to name the bastard who knocked her up. All I know, is he is a biker from Devil’s Comfort. When I find out who the bastard is. I have two plans for him. One to kill him, then to make him marry my sister.

  A glance at my watch shows it’s five hours since we arrived at the hospital. It’s five hours since Sugar Jay went into Labor. No one is telling me what is going on. Not since Sugar Jay refused to allow me into the labor suite with her. Instead she asked for Poppy, Leon’s sister-in-law.

  “How is she?” Apple-Pie has just arrived, her face frequently going to the door as she wraps herself in a pink surgical gown. With a kiss to Crabby, she was through the doors before I could answer.

  “They won’t tell me anything.”

  Crabby nods as Sundance paces up to the suite doors. His hands pushing against the wood. “Do you think she’ll let me in?”

  As Sundance comes to stand in front of me, I finally have the answer to who the father is. There is no thinking in me as I raise my fist. Sundance lands on the floor. His hand rising to his chin and cheek, examining the damage I have caused. When I step closer to the biker on the floor. Crabby’s hand pushes against my chest. His eyes pleading with mine. “Not now. Let Sugar Jay do her thing. Then you can do what you need to do.”

  For Sugar Jay’s sake I step away from the bastard biker. “You’re not going in there.”

  Sundance rises from the ground, his tongue licking his lips as he paces to the door once more. His ear pressed up against the wooden panel.

  “I’m going for a coffee.” I need air and as I swing out of the doors, a body knocks into me. Stepping back, I hold my hands out to steady the woman. “Are you okay?”

  Silver-gray eyes inspect my body, her gaze coming up to land on my face as a pale blush rises over her cheeks. “Sorry I didn’t see you there.”

  The husky timber of her voice has my cock coming to attention. A chuckle escapes me as my hands remain on her arms. She didn’t see me. I’m not a small man. Nearly as broad as I am tall, and not one ounce of fat covers my body. The woman before me is tall, yet the tip of her head only reaches the tip of my nose. It’s then I see the tears. “Are you okay?”

  Lush red lips compress as her gaze turns hostile, her body tensing. “I’m standing outside a hospital and you’re asking if I’m okay. Well, I’m not okay. My mama died this morning and I wasn’t there with her.”

  Gently, I drag the woman into me, smelling her hair as I stroke her back. “Do you want me to come with you?”

  Wet cheeks rub against my chin, and I smooth away the tears. “No. Look, I’ve got to go.”

  Then she’s breaking free of my hold, running towards the door. “Wait.” The tall woman turns to look at me, her flesh pale, drawing my attention to her lips once more. I wanted to taste those lips. “Your name. What is it?”

  “Eve.”

  *****

  Eve – Noir Valley Hospital Noir Valley

  I run through the open doors. The pulse in my wrist is racing and it has nothing to do with the speed I’m walking. It’s down to the big man whose eyes I can still feel on me. As he held me, I had felt his body’s reaction. The gently hug of his legs as he pulled me closer. Now isn’t the time for lustful thoughts about someone I’ll never see again.

  I’d come to Noir Valley to make peace with my mama. A woman who abandoned me when I was fourteen, nine years ago. It hadn’t been easy. Our conversations had been stilted. When mama revealed she was dying, there hadn’t been any change in our dynamics. All I had to do now was lay mama to rest. Then I’m return to Washington.

  Brothers of Devil’s Comfort MC Series 2

  Book 6 Violet’s Devil

  Quick Draw pulls the bike into the courtyard of a three-storey house and as the bike comes to a standstill, I stay seated as I watch him dismount and remove his helmet. My stomach quivers, and my hands shake as I wonder what I have let him talk me into. We’ve played a few games but nothing like this. With a smile, he holds his hand out to me and I docile follow him. Instead of taking me straight to one of the rooms as I expect him to, he leads me to the bar and I look around. These people look normal. There is nothing about them or this room which screams sex. Deviant sex. Quick Draw picks a secluded table shielded by screens and I relax a little as my gaze wanders around the room.

  “Drink?”

  I nod, my tongue is swollen and sticks to the roof of my mouth. Quick Draw’s fingers clasp mine and I turn to look at him. Clear blue eyes watch me.

  “It’s going to be okay, Violet Rose. I’ll not do anything you don’t want me to?”

  I take a sip of the beer. The cold liquid soothing my nerves.

  “You’ve already explained this.”

  “And you don’t want to change your mind?”

  I shake my head. I’ve heard talk of the ‘Victorian Rose.’ It’s a favorite for some of the members from Comfort Springs. Although it isn’t a full on BDSM club, from what I’ve heard it’s not short from it.

  “I think I’m excited.” I take another sip of my beer. “It’s not as though we haven’t messed around in the bedroom.”

  Quick Draw lifts my fingers to his mouth. The touch of his lips soothes me, warms me.

  “Those times were nothing, Violet Rose. Handcuffs and tying to the bed are carried out by most lovers.”

  “What – What’s expected of me tonight?”

  A shiver slithers up my arm when Quick Draw kisses my palm once more.

  “Control. Self-control.”

  I nod and finish my drink. I can do self-control. As I finish my drink, Quick Draw leaves me. He is gone less than five minutes and dangling from his fingers is the key to our room. With another smile in my direction, he leans down and collects the rucksack.

  “Ready?”

  I replace the glass I’m playing with on to the table and nod as I rise. The three flights of stairs feel as though I have climbed a mountain and when we reach our room, my breathing is shallow. The room he leads me into is not what I expect. I giggle as I look at the pale green room. The large French doors are open, and the evening breeze teases the white linen curtains. The dresser is polish mahogany has a matching wardrobe and Tallboy. My gaze falls to the bed. It is a large four-poster. Also made of mahogany. The quilt cover is made of white cotton with a white anglaise border and the pillows are covered in the same material. Next to the dresser is a Queen Anne chair. The cushion seat covered in a tapestry material of young lovers in a garden.

  This room doesn’t shout wicked sex. It screams innocents. A bride’s night. As I examine the room, Quick Draw empties his rucksack. Lying on the bed is a nightdress and with an uneasy smile, I lift it up. The pale satin cloth, soft in my hand.

  “The bathroom’s over there.”

  I turn in the direction Quick Draw points to and collecting my own rucksack, I head for the bathroom. The door shuts with a soft click which echoes around the
room. This room is also old fashioned. Set against the wall, is a white enamel, claw-foot tub. A shower is attached to the end of the tub. The sun is setting and there is a warm red glow to the room and honeysuckle teases my senses. To delay what is going to happen, I fill the tub and slip in. The warm water caresses my flesh and I close my eyes. Eyes I quickly open as an image of me bound for Quick Draw, surfaces. With another nervous giggle, I soap my body.

  “Violet Rose. You okay?”

  Quick Draw knocks on the door and I nod as a faint yes escapes me as I watch the door and wait, but he doesn’t come in, leaving me to my toiletries.

  The cloth of the negligee is soft against my flesh and my fingers fumble with the tiny buttons. From my breast to my toes there must be a hundred of the blighters. The spaghetti straps rest on my shoulders. When I look in the full-length oval mirror, my breath deepens. My hair is free. My make-up bare face glows and my lips are blood red. My gaze falls to my toes and my smile is quirky. The nails are painted pale yellow and turquoise with tiny pineapples in the corner. With one last glance at the virgin sacrifice in the mirror, I turn to enter the bedroom where I find Quick Draw standing by the window.

  He has stripped off his cut and tee-shirt and in the evening light, his flesh glows. There is no fat on the man. My gaze wanders lower. He still wears his jeans. They hang low on his hips, teasing me. The coarse material snug on his ass has me licking my lips. Slowly he turns to me, his smile has my stomach dipping and a giggle escapes me.

  “I wasn’t this nervous the first time I had sex.”

  Quick Draw places the glass of water he is drinking, onto the dresser. Then he glides over to me. My gaze is on his toes. His nails are bare but clean. It’s only when he is close, and his fingers stroke the flesh of my arm, I look up at him.