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

by Brair Lake

  Whenever I am in town, he is either on his Harley, or just coming out of the tattoo studio. If he ever saw me, he never acknowledges my presence just as I never acknowledge his. When I slept, he is in my dreams. My body crying out for satisfaction when I woke. The dreams at time appearing to be real. When I woke, I would reach across the bed only to discover he is not there. In the quiet of the night I would reach for the phone, bring his number up, tempted to ring him. I just wanted to hear his voice. I am lonely. Each morning, waking only, to promise myself that I was not to think of him. Each night, I broke my own promise as my last thoughts are of Inferno. I realize I cannot go on like this and that I had to do something. That it has to be soon. Picking up the phone, I made a plan.

  Looking up from what I am doing, as the back door slams, Tommy comes into the kitchen. In the last month, Tommy’s home life has deteriorated to the extent that he is now unofficially living with dad and me full time. He is no longer covered in bruises and has started to put weight on. I am going through the official channels to get temporary custody of Tommy, unfortunately, the process was taking longer than I had expected.

  “Hi, how was your day?”

  “Ok” dropping his backpack on to seat of one of the kitchen chairs’ Tommy reaches for the milk.

  “What’s for dinner?”

  I am a lazy cook. “Stew,”

  Pulling on his top lip as he taps his fingers on the table. Without looking me in the eye, Tommy makes his presents known. I have come to know Tommy, He has something he wants to tell me.

  “Everything ok?”

  “Sure,” his fingers still tapping on the table.

  Arching an eyebrow in his direction, “Sure?”

  “Coach has asked if I’m interested in joining the football team.”

  “Hey that’s great.”

  Frowning at me “You sure, what about my chores?”

  Smiling “I think we can work something out.”

  With a tilt to his head, “Practice is every Tuesday and Thursday evening and Saturday morning. I’ll get a rota of the matches.” As he continues to stare at me, “Will you and Mr Jenson come and watch?”

  “Nothing will keep us away”

  Again he gives a small tilt of his head as he picks up his backpack, disappearing to his room.

  The following Saturday dad and I are shopping for the items that Tommy requires. As we wander round the sports store, ticking items off the list, which I had procured from Tommy’s coach we bump into Trax.

  Things are still uneasy between Trax and I, consequently, we are taking this new relationship slow. This time, I am not going to give him the impression that that I am abandoning him, just because his dad and I are no longer an item.

  Walking up to his side, as he browses through the sneakers section. As I greet him, I have no intentions of taking no for an answer from him, as I go into my councilor mode.

  “Doing anything for lunch?”

  As he looks at his watch “No I’m on my lunch break”

  “Good, let’s go get something. Little Sammy’s ok with you?”

  “Sure, meet you in five.”

  Walking over to dad, I let tell him, we have an extra guess for lunch.

  “You remember my Dad?” I ask Trax as he saunters into the café, sitting in the chair opposite us.

  “Yep, Hi Mr Jenson, you’re looking good”

  “Thanks Eli” Dad has never called Trax by any other name. To him he will always be the little boy from next door.

  For the first few moments, things are a little uncomfortable as we order lunch.

  “How’s the job going?” Dad enquires.

  “Good, but I am not allowed to practice on real skin. How about it Mr Jenson?” he ask, eyes looking directly at my father with a twinkle in his eye. “Want me to do some ink on you?”

  I am not sure what reaction Trax was expecting; nevertheless, I do not think, it was the one, he got.

  “Son, when you’ve got a worthwhile portfolio, you come look me up and you can do me some Ink. Deal?”

  “Deal” Trax agrees, reaching his hand out to shake dad’s.

  “Things at the club ok” I ask.

  “Don’t talk about the club to outsiders Baby Blu,” he tells me seriously.

  “However, if you’re asking how dad’s doing. Well he’s doing anything that’s got a pussy.”

  Shocked at his words, I feel my face going red at this statement. Not too sure, how I am supposed to respond.

  “Now son.” Ted speaks clear and precise “Just you apologize to Baby Blu, you don’t speak to her in that tone. She is not one of your biker whores.”

  Blustering, Trax, turns to me, his own cheeks now a slight pink from receiving the reprimand. “Sorry Baby Blu, I shouldn’t have said it like that. Its just that he‘s my dad and you dumped him without a word. You didn’t even have the manners to text him. Never mind to tell him to his face. He had to find out from the brothers.”

  I am guilty of what he says, but I am scared. Scared that if I had tried to break up with him, that when we came face to face, I would not have walked way. Therefore, I had taken the cowards way out and not faced my fears.

  This was not the first time that Trax has said those words to me. I am doing all that I can to sustain some kind of relationship with him. I did not want him to think that I was deserting him, the way I had deserted his father.

  Reaching across the table, I remove his hand from his coffee cup.

  “Maybe, I could have done or should have done things differently. I don’t know Trax. All I see are the people I love die. I am not sure if I want to be around Inferno, when that happens.”

  “Shit happens, Baby Blu, people die and dad will die one day. It might not be today, it could be tomorrow. When ever it is, you‘ll still know about it. Is it worth walking away from something, before giving it a chance?” With those words Trax walks away without looking back.

  “That boy’s making sense honey, you going to just let Dante go without making memories”

  Sipping my tea, I think about, what they have both said. It is time for me to stop being a coward, and to go and get my man.

  Reaching for my phone, I arrange to go on a shopping trip with Cassie.

  Chapter 10

  As I drive into the parking lot of Devils Comforts Clubhouse: I switch from my sensible flat driving shoes to heeled ones. Tonight I am aiming for sexy and flat shoes will not provide the effect I want. My hands are clammy and heart is thumping far to fast. It is bound to lead to a heart attack. As I give the mirror one final glance, to check my appearance. Satisfied with what I see I climb out of the car, tugging on the hem of my dress. In all of my life, I have never worn a dress resembling this one.

  The path leading to the door appears to be longer than I remember. When I eventually reach the door handle, I take a deep breath before entering. With no idea on the nature of reception I will receive. I hold my head up high as I search for the man I want., Yep, there he is, over by the bar. With his arms around some skanks waist. He raises his drink to his mouth, as his green eyes meet mine and darken. As I walk further into the room he appraised my appearance. His eyes raking over my body slowly, but he does not smile. As he remains relaxed, his legs crossed at the ankles, watching, as he waits for my next move.

  Arrogant bastard, he could take pity on me by acknowledging me. It would not hurt him to drop his arm from the slut’s boney waist.

  Before I take another step, I breath in deep and let the air out of my lungs. Inferno’s eyes never leave me as I make my way to where he is standing. I am conscious that he is watching every move I make, waiting to see what I will do next. As I finally make it to the bar. To stand next to him without any mishap in my Fuck me Heel shoes. A sense of accomplishment washes over me.

  As I had made my way to Inferno, the whole club had descended into silence. Everyone is watching, waiting to see what will happen next. It would appear that Baby Blu Jens is tonight’s entertainment. I will give them a
show that they will talk about for a long time.

  Angel is behind the bar and I ask her for a whiskey. I do not have to drink it. Hell if I did, the way my stomach was doing somersaults. I would only bring it straight up and embarrass myself in front of everyone. Turning towards Inferno, I give him my best seductive smile. I hope it is seductive anyway.

  His stance is one of laziness and he still has not removed his fucking hand from the whore’s back. Shit, if he does not move it soon I am going to hit the bitch.

  “You lost Baby Blu?” he asks, as if he is asking about the weather.

  “No.”

  “Looking for someone?”

  “No.”

  “Waiting for someone?”

  “No.”

  “Got a date with someone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Anyone I know?”

  “Yes.”

  “Going anywhere nice?”

  “Yes.”

  “You going to tell me or we playing twenty questions?”

  Leaning back against the bar. I place my drink down without touching it, slowly I let my eyes travel over Inferno’s body. He may look relaxed, but his body is drumming with tension and there is a tic pulsing at his jaw. I let my gaze lower, his jeans are tight, at that sign I smile. I have this man.

  My fingers walk down his arm slowly, before I wrap my hand in his. It’s now time to leave.

  “You coming or what?”

  With an infantile smirk on his face. Well that depends on how the evening pans out Baby,” he leers. As he pushes himself of the bar. He finally drops his arm from the blond bimbo to follow me out of the club without letting go of my hand.

  I’d walked into the clubhouse, unsure how the evening was going end. Here I am, leaving with a six foot piece of manly hunk. Wearing black, tight biker leather pants that hug his ass. An ass I plan to play with later in the evening.

  This is my night and I am in charge, all the way. Inferno has not realized it yet. I am dying to kiss him, but I am making us both wait.

  “Keys Baby?”

  “Ugh, ugh, I’m driving” Climbing in to the driver’s side of the car, I once again swap shoes. Arching his eyebrow, my little alpha is none too happy that I am in the driving seat. Leaving Inferno with no other choice, he moves round to the passenger side.

  I am driving us out of the city, as I want us to be alone tonight. Finally, I find what I am looking for. Turning left up a dirt road I swing the car into the parking lot of a picnic area. Climbing out of the car, once again I swap shoes. As I make my way round to the boot to remove the items which I had packed earlier.

  “You going to help or just stand there all night?”

  “Hey babe it’s your date night and I’m the date, you have to spoil me”

  Hiding behind the boot lid, I grind my teeth; arrogant prick was not going to help at all tonight.

  Removing the blanket, I spread it out on the ground under a tree. I then set the food out and light the candles I have brought. Yes, I am having a romantic night with my bad biker boy and I am going to spoil him.

  “Not quite the right setting for the way you’re dressed baby.”

  Pouting “Don’t you like it?” waving my hand along my body

  “Fuck baby, what’s there not to fucking like. In that dress, you look like a fucking fallen angel.”

  “Wait till you see what’s underneath.”

  “You telling me you’re wearing stuff underneath?” Inferno chokes.

  Patting the blanket next to me, Inferno lies down, spreading his body, to lean back on his elbows. I am thinking that man has himself a Sultans complex and thinks I am his concubine.

  Collecting a plate, I make a small selection of the finger food I prepared, straddling Inferno across his hips. Leaning into him, to caress his hard cock, unable to resist rubbing against him. As I feed Inferno, his tongue flickers out, touching the ends of my fingers. Sending rivulets of static through my body. As I feed him, Inferno’s eyes have not moved from my thighs. Without looking, I am aware the dress has ridden up, to expose the tops of my thigh highs. Without removing my body from Inferno’s I lean back to pick up a beer, holding it to his lips.

  Yeah tonight is all about Inferno as I feed him like the concubine, he thinks I am. My eyes never leaving his face. He is flush with arousal. His eyes darkening, his breathing, short and shallow. Smiling to myself, at the knowledge that I am affecting this man. He is not the only one affected. My panties, what there is of them, are sticking to me. Due to how wet I have become, from having Inferno beneath me. However, tonight is not to be rushed.

  “What about you babe, let me feed you?”

  “oh you are going to feed me,” I tell him, as I reach forward take his lips in a closed mouth kiss. Gently, I rub my lips over his. Giving him small butterfly kisses. His hands reach for my waist. I pull back, shaking my head.

  “No, put them back down.”

  “You telling me what to do”

  “You’re my date, I’m the boss you do as I say” I smile leaning back into him for another kiss. This time I deepen it, taking his tongue into my mouth, sucking it.

  Inferno groans as he pushes his tongue further into my mouth. Attempting to mingle out tongues together. Soon we are tongue dancing and this time, I am the one who gives a deep throated groan. As I lay out fully on Inferno, his legs surround mine, rubbing my body against his. Pulling back, I smile at him.

  “Enjoying yourself babe?”

  Lifting his hips up against me. “You feel that babe, that’s all for you.” He growls deep, from the back of his throat.

  Groaning. Slow, I remind myself.

  Still looking at him, I smile, removing his cut and T-shirt. “Time to strip babe, I need a peek at that chest and abs, it’s been awhile.”

  Gliding my hands from his neck to his waist. Touching every inch of his body, absorbing him into my memory bank. Taking his hands in mine, I spread his arms out as far as mine will go. As I lean down to lick him. First, his left pec, licking and nipping him gently, never touching the erect nipple, which is begging for my touch. Then moving to the other pec repeating the action. At the same time, I grind my hips against his lower body. Loving the sensation as his dick grows hard beneath me. Inferno groans as he moves his body against mine. I become giddy with the power I hold over him.

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “Inside you.”

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “Your nipple in my mouth.”

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “My cock in your delectable mouth.”

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “You, all of fucking you.”

  “You got me babe.”

  Again, I start on his chest, taking his nipple in to my mouth. Feeling it grow hard as I suck on it. As I take my sweet time, I play with both nipples. One after the other, only to repeat the action. Feeling his chest raise, then drop as his breathe becomes shallow. His hands grip mine tight at I move the down to play with his abs. I could play with his stomach all day. As I run my tongue over every ridge and contour, to move to his belly button, blowing in to it, then nipping all round. Before dipping my tongue in to the small hole. Flickering in and out. His stomach contracting with each movement I make, as his hips push up my junction.