SugarDance: The Brotherhood of Devil's Comfort MC book 2 Series 2

by Brair Lake

  Sugar Dance

  A Brothers of Devil’s Comfort MC

  Series 2 Book 3

  By

  Brair Lake

  © 2017, Brair Lake

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  The work in this book is the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to person either living or dead, places, events or locations is purely incidental. The characters and storyline are a work of fiction. The Devil's Comfort MC is about escapism and does not reflect real life in any way.

  Description

  Burntwood Creek was the small town I grew up in, and left when I was a teenager. Now by a fluke of luck, I’m back where I started and I have old scores to settle. The life I have wasn’t one I planned to share with Sugar Jay. The spoiled princess of The River Demon’s MC Noir Valley. One look and one night she had me breaking promises I intend to keep. I loved once and it nearly destroyed me. Can I keep Sugar Jay and our baby safe from my enemy?

  I wanted Sundance the moment I saw him. I’ve never been told no and when I want it, it’s mine. One night and a baby later I was still fighting Sundance for the future we could have but he was hell bent on holding on to the past.

  The Men of Devil’s Comfort are tough alpha men. Who love to ride their bikes on the open roads of Louisiana and when they are not riding, they party hard in the small rural town of Burntwood Creek.

  This book contains explicit sexual acts including anal sex which some people may find offensive and is intended for mature audience of 18+ only

  If you are one of these people who find this offensive, please do not purchase or read

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Brair Lake

  Brothers of Devils Comfort MC Series 1

  Chapter 1

  My body aches, my head pounds, and Charlie refuses to stop crying He isn’t concerned that I’ve been pacing the room for the last thirty minutes, or that I’m going stir-crazy.

  Bastion has deposited me in one of the small cabins aboard the Lair without a word. He didn’t have time to hang around and take care of me or my needs. Noir Valley is drowning. The rain is attempting to destroy my town with its heavy fall over the last several days, and the water level in the lake still continues to rise.

  According to Bastion, we are lucky. In the recent floods, it’s been estimated several people have died, many more have lost their homes, and thousands rescued and evacuated. Right now, I feel anything but lucky. How can I, when my six-month old son refuses to settle.

  For someone so tiny, Charlie knows what he prefers, and right now he wants his comfort zone, which he was denied when we dragged out of his home in the early hours of this morning.

  I give Charlie another jiggle, wishing this was the week he spent with his father, Sundance.

  As thoughts of Sundance surface, my stomach rolls. I haven’t seen or spoken to the biker since Charlie’s birth. His arrival at the hospital had been unwanted and against my wishes. When he came strolling into the hospital room, His hair awry as he wore a dimple revealing smile, I had grown weak. The chocolates he’d given me, nearly had me forgiving him over the way he has abandoned me. Mercifully, something in his gaze caught my attention, holding me back, and I looked away. Staring unseeing out of the window.

  ‘He’s beautiful.’

  The awe in his voice had brought my attention back to him. He’d been leaning over the clear plastic tank, his long, jeweled finger, stroking the soft flesh of his newborn son. His gaze shuttered from mine. ‘Yes, he is.’

  ‘Do you have a name for him.’

  ‘Charlie.’ Until then, baby names were something I hadn’t been thinking about, and it had slipped out.

  ‘I like Charlie - It’s a good name.’

  ‘Yes, it is.’

  How impersonal we sound. To hear us, no one would believe the night we had spent together had left me exhausted and sore for days, and like a fool, I had gone back for a repeat performance.

  ‘Can I hold him?’

  My breath catches in my throat at the vulnerability in his voice. The hesitancy as he waits for my answer. I want to scream no. To tell him to get lost. Instead, I dip my head as I whisper ‘Yes.’ Then, he came and sat on the edge of the bed. His scent invading my senses. His smile warm as he hugs his son.

  It took everything in me, to force back my tears. We were a family, yet we weren’t. Sundance didn’t want me. Why would he, when I had been easy for him. It was watching Apple-Pie with Crabby, which made me believe I could have the same relationship with this biker. But he hadn’t wanted me. He’d used me, fucked me. I was nothing more than a one night stand for him.

  ‘Why are you here.’

  ‘For you and Charlie.’

  As he spoke, his baby blues bore into me, and I shuffle under the covers. He hasn’t touched me. He hasn’t kissed me. Not even a reverential kiss. There had been nothing, and now he was saying he was here for us.

  ‘You’ve held him Sundance. You’ve seen him. Now I’d like you to leave.’

  ‘Sugar Jay.’

  ‘Go - I’ll be in touch.’

  It was another two weeks before I found the courage to contact him. To tell him he could see his son only if he abided by my terms. Terms he readily agreed to. Whenever he’s in Noir Valley visiting his son, I always make Bastion take him to Demon’s Lair. Sundance has never seen my home, which is just how I like it.

  My gaze falls to Charlie’s diaper bag. Hidden at the bottom of the bag, are several letters, all from Sundance. All unopened. I refuse his calls; I delete his texts without reading them. Although Sundance’s betrayal hurts, I’m unsure who I’m punishing the most.

  The loud bang of the cabin door as it hit the far wall drags me back to the present, and when I glance towards the doorway, I watch Bastion enter the room. Space, which was in short supply before his arrival, became nonexistent.

  ‘What do you want now, Bas?’

  As I watch my big brother, I notice the extra lines around his eyes. His usual teasing smile is missing. The need to comfort him is overwhelming. I know he’s having problems of his own, and that a woman is involved. And right now, he could do without hassle from me.

  ‘Baby Blu will be here in a couple of hours to take you to Comfort Springs.’

  ‘I’m not leav
ing Noir Valley.’

  ‘I don’t have time to argue Sugar Jay - You’ll be safer there, and it’ll be healthier for Charlie. Fuck knows what diseases are spreading through the air.’

  ‘I’ll be fine on the boat.’

  ‘There’s no clean water. And I don’t have the time to hang around and sort any out. Just make sure you get in the fucking car when she arrives.’

  My heart thunders and the blood roars in my ears as I ask. ‘Is he there?’

  ‘How the fuck should I know. You’ll have to ask Baby Blu.’ Bastion glares at me. His frown a deep burrow in his pale tanned flesh. ‘But it’ll not make any difference Sugar Jay. You’re leaving Noir Valley, and you’re leaving today.’

  ‘What about Poppy and Daisy.’

  ‘Leon’s sending them to Herbie’s’

  ‘Will they go.’

  ‘Like you, they have no choice.’ Bastion squinted at his watch, the ever present frown deepening as his cell rang. ‘Look, I have to go. Go with Baby Blu. Be good… And Sugar Jay.’

  ‘Yeah’

  ‘Talk to Sundance. He is Charlie’s father.’

  *******

  My gaze sweeps over the clubhouse as I search out the changes, but there aren’t any. It’s hard to believe, it’s nine months since I left Comfort Springs. As soon as I walked through the door, Twiggy had swooped down, taking Charlie out of my arms, and now he’s bouncing him on his knee as he twists his face. Yvette sat beside him, poking her tongue out as she giggles.

  ‘Everyone seems happy.’

  Baby Blu tilts her head as her lips purse in her study of me. Then her smile is back. On the long drive from Noir Valley, although our chatter was none stop, neither of us mention Sundance.

  ‘At the moment. But just wait.’ Baby Blu guides me to the bar, handing me a bottle of water as she claims one for herself. ‘Sugar Jay.’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Sundance and the others will be here later.’

  ‘I’ll like to go to the house. If we can.’

  Baby Blu’s hand tightened on my wrist. ‘Talk to him. It can’t hurt.’

  ‘I don’t know. He left without saying anything, Baby Blu.’

  ‘And I’m sure he regrets it.’

  *******

  I peek at the door of the large nursey as it opens. My smile of hesitation changes into a warm greeting when Apple-Pie slips into the room. Her gaze going to the crib. Charlie, who, while sucking on his bottle has fallen asleep. Which for me, is a miracle after all the fussing he’s received since our arrival.

  ‘Damn, I’ve just missed him.’

  ‘He’ll still be here tomorrow.’

  ‘Hell Sugar Jay - He’s grown so quick.’

  ‘I know - It’s scary how fast they change.’

  Apple-Pie pulls a chair up beside me. Her voice low so as not to disturb the sleeping children on the make shift mattresses. ‘How bad is it.’

  ‘The bottom part of the house is flooded. Bastion and the others managed to salvage some furniture by taking it upstairs and we lost some personal stuff. I guess we were lucky.’

  ‘How long do you plan to stay in here.’

  My gaze drifts towards the door, it isn’t quite shut, and I thought I spotted a shadow hanging outside. My frown returns as I glower at the door.

  ‘I’m not sure.’ Tugging my lip into my mouth, I nip the flesh until it hurts. ‘Is he out there.’

  Apple-Pie’s gaze drifted to the door as she nods ‘Yes.’

  ‘I don’t know if I can face him.’

  ‘You can do anything you want Sugar Jay.’

  ‘Fuck, my hands are clammy, and I can’t breathe.’

  ‘Just get out there, have a drink, and let it roll.’

  A smile plays around my mouth when I return to the large room. A party has erupted in my absence, and the five young bikers who have returned to Comfort Springs, are treated like heroes.

  ‘They still treats them like children. They’ll not be a sober person left standing.’

  ‘What about Baby Blu.’

  Apple-Pie chuckles, her blue eyed gaze following her sister. ‘Okay, maybe one.’

  I have an urgent urge to search the crowded room, and although I’m desperate to see Sundance, a part of me holds back. I don’t want to find him in the arms of some whore. His tongue rammed down her throat while he fondles her ass. I shut my eyes. Even after several months of absence, I can still feel him. Taste him, and I hate him for what he did to me.

  The itch at the back of my neck grows stronger. Unable to ignore it any longer, I rub the spot. When that doesn’t ease the itch, I give in, and turn. Blue eyes are fixed on me, and I greedily eat him. His six-foot frame is dressed in the club’s uniform of jeans and tee-shirt. Over the plain gray tee-shirt, he’s wearing a plaid shirt and his cut. His hair is longer, and lighter than I remember. The only thing Charlie’s inherited from his father, is the dimpled chin. He has my brown hair, and gray eyes. But I guess Charlie will be just as tall, if not taller than his father. He’s also on his own.

  ‘You are a mature woman. You can do this.’ I mutter to myself as I smile at my ex-lover. He doesn’t smile back. He frowns, and I dance from one foot to the other. The temptation to turn and run is overwhelming. With a determined smile, I raise my head, and take the first step towards the biker.

  ‘Hi.’ Well, it may not be the best opening, but at least I’m talking to him. Sundance finishes his beer, placing the empty bottle on a table by the door of the room I have just left.

  ‘Sugar Jay.’

  My gaze flickers to the closed door. My heart beats madly, and no matter how many deep breaths I swallow; it fails to ease my ache.

  ‘He’s asleep.’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘Oh.’

  Finally, he smiles. It isn’t his usual ‘I want to eat you’ smile. This one is full of mockery, and I wish I hadn’t taken that step. That I wasn’t talking to him. Or attempting to.

  ‘Are you going to be in Comfort Springs for long?’

  Sundance reaches over, his fingers brush a loose curl away from my face, and a shudder passes through me. Somehow, I resist the impulse to lick his palm. To taste him. His scent is the same. I’ll always remember his smell. From the first night he ‘rescued’ me from Pretzel, my first crush on a biker from the River Demons. It was his scent of sandalwood and cedar that I remember. I frown, am I stalker material. As soon as I returned to Noir Valley, I bought a bottle of his favorite aftershave, and when I’m alone, I wear and sniff it. To torture myself with the pain of knowing him, and losing him.

  ‘Just long enough to take you and Charlie back to Burntwood Creek.’

  ‘Is that where you live.’

  ‘It’s where I was born and raised.’

  ‘Oh - But erm. Charlie and I won’t be going with you.’

  I scratch the side of my head. Inside I’m shaking. What was it with the men in my life, thinking they can tell me where I can and cannot live.

  ‘You will. Baby Blu’s place is too cramped for you and Charlie.’

  The noise of the party makes it hard for me to think. I want to party. To get away from Sundance. To show him, I don’t need him. Unfortunately, my feet refuse to obey my mind.

  ‘We’ll be returning to Noir Valley in a couple of days. So there’s no need for us to come with you.’

  I want to shout at him. To scream at him for ruining my life. Instead, I’m polite. Fuck, I want to be anywhere but here.

  ‘Sorry Sugar, but Noir Valley is no place for a baby at the moment. You can go back if you want. But Charlie stays with me.’

  Chapter 2

  I watch the color drain from Sugar Jay. I don’t feel remorse for the way I’m speaking to her. For months I’ve put up with her crap, dictating when I see Charlie. Shit, until tonight she’s avoided me, which has frustrated the fuck out of me. As I smile coldly down at the her. The tilt of her head, reminds me she’s the princess of The River Demons. What Sugar Jay wants; Sugar Jay usually gets.

/>   Not anymore. She’s coming home with me. My son deserves a father, and I’m going to be that father. I don’t fool himself, I know it’s more than that. Sugar Jay has always left me in knots.

  Even now, my dick throbs, and as I watch her gray eyes dilate, I speculate on how easy would it be to take her. To persuade her to come to my room so we can fuck all night. Shit, I was unable to remember the last time I had a woman. After Sugar Jay, there were a couple, but I always left them feeling hollow. I know for sure there hasn’t been another woman since Charlie’s birth.

  For me, women have always been easy, and I reckon, if we spend time together, it’ll not be long before Sugar Jay is back in my bed. My smile broadens as I imagine my princess spread out on my bed as I pound into her. Fuck, my dick aches with life. To hide my growing erection, I turn to watch the dancers. Now is not the time to be thinking of Sugar Jay and sex.

  ‘You’re not taking Charlie away from me.’

  ‘Why not - You had him for six months. Now it’s my turn.’

  ‘He’s not a toy to be shared Sundance - He’s a human being. And look at me.’

  I roll my shoulder as I half turn to face Sugar Jay. ‘We leave in two days Sugar. Fudge is arranging a car for you.’

  To keep my laughter at bay, I bite my lip. My blue eyes gleam as Sugar Jay only just manages to stop herself from stomping her foot. When her fingers tighten around her beer bottle, I wonder if I’ll have to defend myself as the bottle lands on me. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s hit me. ‘You think I’ll come that easy.’

  I incline forward. My lips whispering over her ear as I kiss the flesh. My fingers curl as she shivers. ‘You’ll cum when and how often I want you to Sugar.’

  It came. From nowhere it came, and the room fell silent. The sound of air against flesh resonated in the silence. My flesh burnt as the imprint of Sugar Jay’s hand on my cheek throbs. My smile turns cold as she steps back. Her hand covers her mouth. Her eyes watering. ‘I don’t do violence Sugar. But if you ever raise your hand to me again. You’ll find yourself over my knee and your backside will burn while I spank you.’