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

by Brair Lake

  “Are there any old boyfriends in the city who might come looking for you?” Anna asks. At that, I feel all eyes on me, glancing towards Inferno, it was hard to say what he was thinking. The tic at his jaw pulsing is the only clue to identify he isn’t happy with the question.

  Swallowing the food in my mouth as I look at Inferno?

  “No, no old boyfriend will be coming.” At my answer, Inferno’s body relaxes.

  “And do you enjoy your position at the school?”

  “Very much so.”

  As I am talking to Anna, I feel a socked covered foot stroking my leg, reaching beneath the table, hopping that I am being discreet I push Inferno’s foot away. Only to have it return. Giving him a speaking look, willing him to stop, which he returns with on of innocents. A raised eyebrow. Almost immediately his leg is between my knees, which I clasp together, preventing him from going any further. His toes rub the inside of my knees and I can not believe that I’m getting wet, while sat down to lunch with both our parents. From my side, I hear Trax give a small laugh, as if he knows what his farther is doing to me under the table. At this thought, what had started as a light blush across my cheeks, now turn my cheeks cheery red. Reaching under the table, I squeeze Inferno’s toes smiling sweetly at him.

  “Everything alright honey” Anna enquires, which causes my blush to deepen. A blush now reaching my chest.

  “Yes, every things fine, this meal is delicious thank you” I respond giving Inferno what I hope is the dead eye.

  Moving onto the back veranda after lunch, we settle down to mint iced tea and playing cards.

  “I got to go momma,” Inferno informs us all, leaning over to give his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Walk me to my bike Baby Blu,” he tells me hauling me up, out of the chair that I was relaxing in, as I enjoyed the sun.

  Following him, since I had no choice in the matter. We make it to his bike, where he pulls me into his arms, to kiss me harrd and deep. His hand slipping under my skirt, moving to slip inside my knickers as his fingers rub my clit. We are practically on the street and he is feeling me up. Trying to control my body’s reactions, I squeeze my thighs together, and all this does is trap his fingers against me as he continues to stroke between my lips, making me wetter.

  “No one can see Baby Blu, I got you covered, now cum for me” and on those words I have an orgasm. Removing his fingers, he sucks each finger slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, ensuring that they are clean of my juices. “Best dessert I’ve had in a long time” and with those words, he mounts his Harley and heads of to the clubhouse.

  Chapter 15

  A part of me is thankful for receiving the text from Linc while I had been at my parents. Another part, had been disappointed, as it meant leaving Baby Blu. To postpone the plans that I had for the both of us, until later this evening. Shit, I can never get enough of that girl, twice I have fucked her and then we had made sweet long love during the night. Then this morning before leaving for the club I had fuck her again. That had not been enough, just before coming to the clubhouse, I had made her cum in the street by finger fucking her. I must pull this shit together. Now is not the time to be thinking of Baby Blu. The club has urgent business to deal with. The Black County Stewards are out causing trouble in Comfort Springs and I need to get my head round this crap.

  Inside the clubhouse, I call the meeting to order. Attending the meeting is Linc, Dec, Fudge, Tabby, Crabby, Sundance and a couple of other brothers. Seeing, as one of the brothers is Twiggy, I know we have serious trouble. Twiggy is a mountain of a man and nearly as broad as he is tall. With his wild sandy bushy hair, yet his goatee is neat and well groomed. The only time you see Twiggy in Comfort Springs is when there is major trouble. The last time had been when I had been shot and now, seeing him here is not boding well with me.

  “Linc fill me in, your text didn‘t say much.”

  “Had to keep the text short Prez, we don’t or need any come back on us. Remember when Tabby sacked them girls from Tie me Down” Facing me directly in the eye, while I cast my mind back, I nod when the memory becomes clear.

  “Two things, first it wasn’t any of the drugs that we supplied and secondly it was shit stuff. Amy, she was one of the dancers, she died of an overdose. Her body was discovered late last night and the autopsy is to be done, in the next couple of days. Adam rang, gave me the heads up, she lives on the outskirts of Black County Stewards, Fudge and Dec reckon that is where she got the drugs.

  Devils Comfort has strict rules concerning drugs that need to be followed stringently. We do not sell in our backyard. It is too easy to trace back. This rule also applies to guns. Our streets are safe, but that is mainly due to the insurance policy the shopkeepers pay to Devils Comfort. If someone wants drugs, they go to The Scarlet Runners MC territory.

  “Think we should do a sweep down there; find out who else might be buying off Black County Stewards and who the dealers are?” Fudge recommends.

  “Lets roll. First port of call needs to be the other dancer. Tabby you lead on this as you have her details”

  Pulling into the Projects of Comfort Springs, I look round. The place is both a dump and a deathtrap for anyone who does not know their way about. With alleys leading to blind spots. On the wasteland, there is a pack of mangy dogs that could do with a decent meal or destroyed.

  “Trax, when we’re done here, come back with the cage and get rid of those dogs, if you can’t find the owners. If you do find the owners, give them a polite message.”

  “With pleasure Prez.”

  “This is the place,” Tabby informs us, walking into a small house. From the outside, the appearance is not too bad. It also proves to be clean inside as well.

  “Hi Lola” Tabby greets the striper as he sits down on the sofa next to her. Twiggy stands on her other side, while the rest of us block her doorway, filling her living space.

  With a name like Tabby, you would expect sweetness. That is not the case with our little Tabby.

  Lola keeps swinging her head from side to side, watching both Tabby and Twiggy. She is very skittish in her mannerism and I am not sure, if this is from the drugs, or if she is nervous of my two boys.

  Pointing to the white powder, which lays ontop of her glass table, “Where you get that shit from?”

  “Tonka.”

  “Where can he be found?”

  “Garage just off the interstate junction,”

  Standing, Tabby, bends down to the table, gathers the powder and flushes it down the head.

  “That shit’s going to kill you.” Twiggy passes that piece of useless information to Lola.

  Our next stop is the garage and it does not take us long to find Tonka. He is no more than a high school kid. Easy to spot due to the way he is jittery and his eyes are constantly on the go, shifting from corner to corner, in their constant search. This one is going to be easy. Twiggy goes over to the boy, towering over him, it is not long before Tonka is providing us the information we require.

  We spend the next couple of hours cleaning up the projects, making more enquiries and disposing of the drug dealers that should not be there Satisfied with are progress, we head towards Black County Stewards territory for a little chat.

  Towards dusk, we arrive at our destination and calmly walk into Black Country Stewards clubhouse. This is why we have Twiggy I love that man. Finding Boris, their President, I sit myself down next to him, leaning forward, to rest my elbows on my knees. With a slow appraisal of my surrounding; I count about fifteen members of Black County Stewards. If there is trouble, we are prepared. My brothers have strategically placed themselves. Their hands ready to draw their weapons if needed. Satisfied, I begin our impromptu sit-down.

  “Boris, we’ve got a problem over in Comfort Springs. You know that it is the territory of Devils Comfort. We do not allow dealers on our property, especially when their selling dirty shit. One of our residents moved on last night, I know I can do without the heat.” Looking Boris straight in the eye “And I�
�m sure you don’t want any unwanted visitors.”

  Turning towards Dec, “bring in Tonka and the other one”

  A couple of minutes later Dec returned with Tonka and Jo-Jo, two of Black County Stewards dealers.

  Pointing at Jo-Jo, who is no longer with us, “I find any more of your deadbeats on my land; I’ll return them in the same state as Jo-Jo.”

  Leaning back in his chair Boris looks first at me, then he checks out the high school kid, before letting his eyes roam over to Jo-Jo. As he takes in my men, sizing up the situation, on how to handle it. Finally, he nods his head

  “Yeah man, I got the message. We’ll keep off your land, but if the junkies come to us looking for the stuff we ain’t going to say no, capiche”

  Standing, as I wipe my hands down the legs of my jeans. I acknowledge what Boris has said with a slight tilt to my head. Slowly, one by one, we empty the premises. Keeping a surveillance on the situation until we are on our bikes, on our way home.

  It is not until we reach Comfort Springs that I begin to breath easily. I know this will not be the end of the matter and that have to keep our eyes and ears open.

  Chapter 16

  The last few weeks with Baby Blue have been good; in fact, they have been fucking good. Baby Blu and I are spending most of our nights and free time together. The only major drawback in our relationship is that I want Baby Blu to move in permanently. She on the other hand is being adamant about keeping her own place. Tommy, who is her responsibility, cannot be left at her dad’s while she is living with me, was her argument.

  If things with Child Protection Services go well, she will be his legal guardian and has no wish to jeopardize her situation, by moving in with me. For me there is no problem, now that Trax has moved into the Clubhouse, Tommy can move in to his room and we could share responsibility. Nevertheless, she will not have any of this and is being stubborn on the subject. Another excuse she is using. Is, she did not want to expose Tommy to our sex life. After all, was this not why Trax had moved out in the first place. Fuck, the boy was fourteen and is fully aware that we are having sex.

  “It’s not that Inferno, we have sex often and it’s not just allocated to the bedroom and it’s not the quietest. Tommy could walk in any time, like just now”

  I remember the occasion well; I had called round to her place early, following her in to the kitchen as she had gone to make drinks for everyone, leaving Ted and Tommy to watch a program on TV. I had being in the process of bending Baby Blu over the kitchen table, throwing her skirt up over her hips as I unbuttoned my jeans when Tommy had walked in. Baby Blu had jumped up from the table. I am still not sure which one of them had been the reddest.

  Fuck, I was hard just thinking of taking Baby Blu over the table and there was no way I could satisfy that hunger as we are going on a run and will be gone for few days.

  Fudge and Crabby are checking everything was in order for the run. At the same time, I checked my bike. When everything is to our satisfaction, we will be rolling out. Taking one last look round the compound, I squint up at the sun, feeling the fall warmth on my face.

  “Ready!”

  Waving his hand at me “Yep, time to roll boys,” Fudge shouts across the yard to everyone.

  Soon we are out on the road. Some people did not understand the allure of motorcycles. To them they were death traps, unsafe. It was not the bike; it was the rider, who has no respect for the machine or for the road. Before long, we were out of Comfort Springs, on the open country roads. There is no feeling that came close to what it felt like to have the wind surrounding you as you sped. The air whipping over your flesh, the freedom that came with riding exposed to the elements. OK maybe fucking Baby Blu came pretty fucking close. We were soon eating up the miles, the sun gaining height in the clear blue sky. The only sound we hear, is that of the roar of raw engine power of a dozen Harleys.

  After several hours, we reach our half way point and roll in to a minor charter of the Devils Comfort, which is located in a small town.

  “Bear” I greet as my brothers and I man hug the president by slapping him on the back. Walking into their clubhouse, it was busy and there are more brothers and club whores filling the place out. Our brothers have put a party on for us and we are going to have fun. Linc and I amble towards the bar for some beers, I will not be partaking of some of the entertainment and neither will Linc.

  “You ever have any other pussy apart from Cassie’s while you’ve been married”

  Before Linc and his old lady had got together, Linc would and did nail any thing that moved that was pussy, hell; we had had some good nights in those days, sharing the girls. Raising the beer bottle to my mouth shaking my head, I have just realized that in the last six weeks I had only had sex with Baby Blu. I get a slight guilt feeling in the region of my gut, when I remember the pussy I had had after we broke up, but fuck it, I am male and it is my duty to keep all the pussy happy or at least it was. Now I am more than happy with Baby Blu. Fuck there were even nights, when we did not fuck, but would cuddle and chat and I loved that just as much. I might not talk club business with her, but we talked of about family and life. Shit, I am missing my girl.

  Looking at me with disbelieve “You ever seen me with other pussy?”

  Thinking about it “No?”

  “Well then pres, there’s your answer.”

  “Think we’re pussy whipped Linc.”

  “Not at all, we got it good and our ladies know how to treat us.”

  Standing with a laugh, my cock is rock hard just thinking of Baby Blu. I need to do something about it and I know just what. Leaving the party and heading to the room that has been allocated to me for the night. I snag my phone, remove my jeans and lie on the bed, bending my knees, closing my eyes, as I call Baby Blu.

  She answers on the first ring.

  “Hi baby, what you doing?”

  “Hi, paperwork.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Kitchen.”

  “Go to your room baby.”

  I listen to the change in the tempo of her breathing, as she draws it in and the rustling the paper as she gathers her stuff.

  When I hear the bedroom door close, I start again.

  “Strip baby”

  My baby is not stupid, and I hear Pink ‘Fingers’ playing in the background, Fuck, no matter what she does or where she is. She makes me smile.

  “Naughty” I snigger “Lie on the bed baby and spread those legs wide for me”

  Still without saying anything, I hear more rustling as she settles herself. My hand is cupping my dick and I begin to stroke myself. In my head, I picture Baby Blu spread open. her pussy wet, glistening with her juices, open and ready for my cock. I am becoming harder just from the image as I stroke myself faster.

  “Talk to me baby as you play with those nipples of yours.”

  Her voice is barely there as she begins.

  “My breasts are heavy and my nipples are hard.”

  “Tits baby, call them tits”

  “Pull on the nipples baby, nice and hard, pinch them hard. Imagine it’s me, pulling an pinching them. You know what I like.”

  A gasp comes across the phone, picturing her pulling them as I do. The stubs standing to attention, oh so nice and protruding waiting for my mouth.

  “Wet your fingers baby girl and smoother your nipples with your saliva. Oh baby pull nice and hard, and let me hear you”

  “Please Inferno” her voice is quivering, I know that sound. It is sound she makes as she is about to have her orgasm.

  “You want to cum baby girl?”

  “Please.”