by Brair Lake
I pull the bike up outside Ma Keys. The party is in full swing next door. As I glance around Rickety -Lee’s front yard, I notice a couple fucking up against the magnolia tree on the far side of the yard. People mill over the yard. Some dancing, some drinking. Most of them shouting over the loud music. I turn to the gate of Ma Key’s home and see Pond, sitting on the front stoop. He waves as I walk up the path.
“I’ll send some of our guys over later.”
Pond stands from the stoop as I approach him. He is young, about twenty-one and our newest Prospect. His dark hair has started to grow out of its military cut and the new tattoo on his throat is beginning to settle. The red inflamed skin now paling to a soft pink as it heals.
“No need. I can handle it.”
“There’s no need to be a hero. I’ll send the men over and you can all have a drink.”
Pond nods and he steps back as I go past him. “Oyster, here.” He nods and I open the front door. As I close the door, I listen to the raised voices and smile. Oyster is a cool customer. He can diffuse any tricky situation. That is apart from the one with Ma Keys. I follow the sound and tap on the open door which leads to the lounge. Oyster stands by the open window. The drapes are pulled back and Ma Keys sits in a large overstuffed wicker rocking chair. Her fingers twitch as the knitting needles click furiously. She never loses her rhythm as she rants at her son. “Have I come at a bad time.”
Ma Keys looks over at me and smiles as she rises from the rocking chair. “No. I was just going to make coffee. Want one?” I nod and watch as she scowls at Oyster then leaves the room.
“It’s a losing battle, Oyster, my Man.”
“I know. But it doesn’t mean I have to stop or give in.”
I settle into a large, overstuffed, chintz covered chair and place my ankle on my knee. “Buy Eve’s house.”
Oyster strolls from the window and sits on the plain green sofa opposite me. His eyebrow rises as he watches me. “Sorry – I think I’m hearing things.”
I smile. “You heard me. Buy Eve’s house. It’s not too far from here.”
“Why.”
“Why.”
Oyster nods and I hear the click of a key which has been following me for the last few days whenever I think of Eve. “Two stones. One bird. You need somewhere for your Mama while the Skull Collectors are holed up next door. I need a buyer for the house. Eve won’t let me buy it. This way she won’t need to know who’s bought the house.”
Oyster shakes his head. “If I’m buying the house. I’m the one buying it.” There’s a holla from the yard next door and Oyster glances to the window. “They party till dawn and I’m not always here. Set up a viewing for the house.” Oyster glances to the kitchen, his smile deep. “It’ll be a battle, but I’ll move her. She’s not sleeping. I know I can swing this.” His gaze sweeps the lounge. “We can turn this place into a billet for the younger bikers. They’ll more than give the Skull Collectors a run for their money.”
I rise from my seat, spit on, then hold my hand out to Oyster, who spits on his palm and shakes my hand. “I’ll set the ball rolling.”
Oyster shakes his head. “Leave it to me. If Eve thinks it’s me buying the place, she’ll sell it with a less of a fight.”
After leaving Ma Key and Oyster, I ride through Noir Valley and the outskirts for a couple of hours. Although there is only one hour’s time difference between Noir Valley and Washington, it is still early morning and too late to call Eve. The ride clears my head and for the first time in my life I am about to make a commitment and become a one-woman man. I know I’m not going to take Flash up on her offer to share her with Eve. The key turns once more, tightening that lock. I should fight it. Instead, I resolve to go with the flow. To see where this river takes me.
I drive past Eve’s home once more. I have a key to her place, and I could spend the remainder of the night there, but I ditch the idea and ride straight to Demon’s Lair dock and watch the riverboat as she sails into port.
Chapter 10
Eve- Eve’s Home Noir Valley
With a soft push to the door of the dresser, I close it, then look around the bedroom. I’d arrived back in Noir Valley late last night. The luxury of a freshly made bed had me falling into it before I thought about unpacking, never mind anything else. The soft click at the front door closing makes me smile and with a pat to my hair, I dash to the top of the stairs and watch Bastian as he heads for the kitchen. “I thought you would have been here when I arrived.”
The Biker stops mid-stride, turns to me and my pussy comes to life at the lazy grin he flashes me. “I was working. Otherwise, I would have.” He turns back towards the kitchen and I take a step downstairs. “Want some breakfast.”
The hunger in me is not for food. However, I don’t want to appear too eager. “I need to shop.”
“Already done.”
When I reach the kitchen, Bastian is lighting the stove and placing the kettle over the small blue flames. From the doorway, I watch as he reaches for two mugs. My panties dampen. I’m glad I decided to wear jeans knowing the thick material will help muffle the aroma of my sex and my growing lust. It’s taken a month for me to sort things out back in Washington and I need to return in a couple of weeks for an on-site meeting. If Oliver had his way. It would be another month before I made it back to Noir Valley. As I watch Bastian’s ass, I lick my lips and dismiss work and Oliver from my mind. Phone sex is a turn-on and during the long month Bastian has induced several self-stimulated orgasms over several nights. My gaze drops to his thighs. They look good in jeans. Naked they are far better. I have tasted and touched every inch of his flesh. As I watch him my fingers itch to reach out to him, and my mouth dries in its want to taste him. Bastian strides over to the fridge. He’s a tall man and he doesn’t slouch or try to hide his size. My smile deepens. Why should he when he uses it to intimidate people. As he pours the milk into the mugs, I study his fingers. Just like his tongue, his fingers have induced pleasure which almost boarded on pain when he denies me a quick climax. My tongue runs over my lips as I walk into the kitchen. The warmth of his body reaches me as I step closer to him. His scent teases my nose. I reach out to him and stroke his back. “No, hello kiss.”
Bastian turns to me and we stand thigh to thigh. His nostrils flare. I’m sure he smells the lust running rampant through me. He knows my sex smells of musk as it prepares itself in readiness for his cock. Lubricates itself in readiness for him. Preparing itself for the thrusts which will leave me unable to think. “I thought you’d never ask.”
His smile is the last thing I see as his mouth descends onto mine. It’s a slow kiss with just his lips. He tastes of toothpaste. He cleaned his teeth before coming over and I chuckle into the kiss. Bastian had planned to have sex this morning. As the kiss deepens, I run my fingers through his hair. It’s still damp from his morning shower and I break the kiss and lean into the arms looped around my waist. “You were that sure, Bastian.”
His gaze sweeps over my face and his smile reaches my pussy. Playing havoc with my breathing. “More like hoping.” He twists his head towards the counter. “I guess coffee can wait.”
The itch in my fingers gets the better of me and I slip them under the shoulders of his cut and jacket and push the material away. Bastian helps by giving a couple of shrugs. I glance over his shoulder and look at the two coffees. Steam rises from the mugs and my smile deepens as I return my gaze to him. He teases my pussy with small thrusts of his hips against mine, making me aware of the bulge between his thighs. “For what I plan to do, the coffee will be at drinking temperature by the time I’m finished.” I slip my hand from his shoulder and slide it over his chest. As I reach his heart, I gaze into his eye as it skips a beat. My smile deepens as I slide my hand further down and his stomach constricts as I reach the buttons to his jeans. A slight flush graces Bastian’s cheeks beneath his whiskers. “Want me to stop.”
Bastian’s growl draws an answering twitch from my stomach and a chuckle e
scapes me as I pull his zipper down. His thumb slips beneath my tee-shirt and strokes the heated flesh of my back. He shakes his head. “Don’t stop, Eve.” Then he lowers his mouth to mine. As his lips touch mine, my fingers curl around his freed cock. It is hard, swollen, and hot in my grasp. As I flick my thumb over the pulsing ridge, Bastian thrust his tongue into my mouth. With every thrust and parry he makes my grip tightens as I slide my hand up and down his cock. His tongue plays with mine as he thrust his hips into my hand. Bastian is the one to draw away. His mouth close to my ear as he leans into me. His breath is nothing but short rasps. His gasp for air lures my blood into a whirlpool and I lick my lips. I want more and slowly I sink to my knees. When I am level with his cock my tongue flickers between my lips once more and my nose twitches as I smell him. Bastian smells of sex and a groan escapes me. I want Bastian’s cock in me. In my pussy as it pounds me to a climax. I glance up at Bastian. His gaze is hidden behind lowered lashes and the pale flush of earlier has deepened.
“Ready.”
Bastian blinks. His dark amber gaze is on me and he nods. My lips are dry, and I wet them. “Eve.”
I smile. “It’s okay Bastian.” I turn my gaze back to the swollen cock and kiss the tip. Precum dampens my lips and I taste the salty goo with the tip of my tongue. I stroke my thumb over the heated flesh of his cock and Bastian jerks beneath my torch.
“Eve, don’t be a bitch.”
“Not just yet, Bastian. Be a good boy. And hold back.”
Bastian’s growl is lost as I slip the head of his cock into my mouth and I suck on the flesh. He thrusts, but the grip of my hand prevents him going any deeper. I swirl my tongue over the head, suck a little harder, taking him deeper. His hands clench in my hair and it becomes a battle for control as he thrusts against me as he guides my head closer to his pelvis. I keep my hand on his cock, guiding how deep he goes. “Eve.” As he thrusts deeper, I scrape my teeth over the hard flesh as I pull his cock out. The pulse of his cock teases my tongue and I lick and suck his flesh as he thrusts. “Shit, Eve. This is it.” Semen coats my tongue as he shudders around me. Only when he’s finished do I stand and kiss him. There’s no hesitation from Bastian as he returns my kiss. Tasting himself. When I break free, I smile, then reach for my coffee and turn towards one of the kitchen chairs.
“What about you.”
The rawness of his voices inflames the heat in my pussy, and I lift my gaze to him as I swallow a mouthful of coffee. The pulse in my pussy is on fire. If Bastian touched me now, I would explode. I smile at him as I place my coffee back onto the table. Bastian is all man. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter. His hair hangs pass his shoulders. His plain black Tee-shirt is spread tight across his chest and flat stomach. My gaze wanders lower and I suck on my lips. I can still taste him and the ache in my tits grows. His jeans are open, and his cock hangs out. He’s just orgasmed and as I watch it, it flickers as it begins to bulge once more. “I can wait Bastian. You may have planned a sex fest and my body may be crying out for release. What you need to know. It’s not going to go your way every time.”
“What do you call this.” Bastian waves his hand over his cock and my smile deepens.
“A taster of what’s to come.” I lean back in my chair and watch him. “What do you want. A quickie on the kitchen table. Or…” I tilt my head towards the kitchen door.
“Why not both.”
“Why didn’t you come home as soon as Demon’s Lair docked.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was being crass.”
I take another sip of my coffee. Bastian watches. His eyes darkening as I swallow the cooling liquid. “And will you be this considerate every morning.”
Bastian’s chuckle rings through the kitchen and I clench my thighs as a mini orgasm dampens my already wet panties further. “Nope. This morning was a one off. From tomorrow you’ll wake up to me in your bed.”
“I think I might like that.” I rise from the chair and slip my mug into the sink. “What plans do you have for the day.”
Bastian’s deep laugh echoes in the kitchen as he grabs me and pulls me into his body.
“A quickie on the kitchen table and then bed.”
I purse my lips and brush the hair away from his face. “Is poor baby tired after a hard night.” The world tilts as I find myself lifted off my feet.
“I’m not tired, Eve Baby. I’m hard.” His smile slips as he looks at me. “I’ve waited a whole month for this.”
*****
Bastian – Demon’s Lair Noir Valley
“Fuck, Bastian. You’re definitely going down the same path as Leon.”
I drop the cloth I am using to shine the bike’s chrome and stand to look at Kit. ‘I didn’t think you’d be here till later.” Kit Buchan is just under six foot and although he looks as though he’d be blown over in the first gust of wind, the man is pure muscle and sinewy and he’s just returned from a road trip. “Did you find anything out.”
“I’ve set the meeting up. Jono and the rest of his cohorts have bought that piece of land by Rivernoir”
My gaze turns towards the river. The small-town Kit mentions is thirty miles out of Noir Valley. Just on the outskirts of our territory. It also means if we ride through, we’re trespassing if we don’t have permission. Thank fuck for the river if we need to move stuff. “I wasn’t aware Kilkenny was selling up.”
“He wasn’t. Just that piece of land.”
“Think it’s worth sniffing around to see if he’ll sell the rest to us.”
Kit shakes his head. “Let them have it Bastian.” Kit smiles. It’s not often you see him smiling. Well, it was more of a twist to his lips. “They’ll grow bored. There’s no money to be made.”
“They’ll find someone to do business with. You know. Clipper and his club.”
“I’ve a meeting with Hank in the morning I’ll give him the heads up.”
I nod. “At least they’ll be gone from Noir Valley and the place should return to normality.” The hum of an engine in the distance has me looking towards the road and I watch as a biker pulls alongside Kit. The biker dismounts and I watch Oyster make his way over, his walk loose as he approaches us. I give him a slight welcoming nod. “Everything okay at your place.”
“Ma’s pissed. Two back windows were smashed. Pond spotted some kids running from the back of the house.
“You think Jono paid them.”
Oyster nods. “Jono may be a bastard. But everyone likes Hank and Mia”
For the last couple of months, Jono and his cronies have been living at Rickety-Lee’s. Partying every night. Fuck. Hank is just as pissed as us. We’ve all received citations and heavy fines. “Now he has that land, it shouldn’t be long before Jono and the others move, and your Ma will get some peace at her place?”
Oyster spits on the ground. “I hope they move on soon. Ma likes the idea of moving, but I don’t want those bastards to have driven her out. You know she doesn’t want to leave Pa.”
“Want me to arrange Ma Key’s to visit Eve.”
Oyster’s smile almost splits his face. “You want Ma to vet Eve?”
“Eve has a way with people. She might be able to reassure Ma Keys that everything is going to be fine. You know, woman to woman.”
Oyster glances at Kit who shakes his head and then turns to the gangplank. “Meeting in ten. Be there.”
In twenty years, I’ve rarely slept anywhere but Demon’s Lair or under the stars. Fuck, the weekend I’d planned to spend at my own place with Eve had gone to shit, and we ended up spending a night on Demon’s Lair. As I pull the bike up at Eve’s home, I look around me. It’s in a small circular street with seven houses. A curtain twitches in the house next door and I give a small salute as I tap my fingers to my forehead. The neighborhood is similar to the one I grew up in. My gaze returns to Eve’s home, and I appraise it. The house is smaller than mine. It’s also not as cluttered with people. This is my third night here and it feels more like home to me than my house
or Demon’s Lair. Both those places bustle with life. Eve’s home offers me tranquility. I shake my head as I remove my gloves and step towards the house. I’m heading straight into a trap I never thought was for me. As I open the front door the low hum of chatter greets me, and I turn towards the kitchen. Eve and Firebird sit at the table. The twist of a key locking echoes in my head. “Any coffee in the pot?”
“You’ll need to make fresh.”
“So, I see.” I hold up the coffee pot and give the dregs a shake, then tip them down the waste disposal. “You ladies want a refill?”
Firebird rises from her seat. “Not for me. I promised Leon pizza so best go and collect it.” She turns to Eve. “You coming over this weekend.”
“Sure.” Eve nods as she smiles at Firebird, and my cock twitches.
Firebird kisses her on the cheek. “See you later, Bastian.”
“Firebird.” I raise my cup to her as she disappears down the hallway. “What was that all about?”
“She’s throwing me a welcoming to Noir Valley cookout party.”
“She is.” My gaze goes to the front door which is firmly shut. “She’ll be grilling you over Poppy” Eve rises from her seat and joins me by the window. Her body is close and the blood in my vein’s throbs heavily. I forget about my coffee as I steal a kiss from her willing lips.
“She already is. But....” Eve turns from me and collects the mugs from the table.
“But.”
“I don’t know anything do I. Whenever I bring the subject up. You drop it.”
The coffee is hot, and I take a large swallow. Eve’s eyebrow rises and my lips twitch. “I don’t know much. Day is playing this one close to his chest”
“And you’re letting him.”
“We have other problems to deal with. Poppy’s safe.” A chuckle escapes me. “She’s also getting quite the reputation.”
“What do you mean?”
“Data’s her fake boyfriend.”
“Fake. Are you sure?