Helter Skelter: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 1

by Brair Lake

  Its three days since Leon was inside me, yet my body still tingles at the memory of his body thrusting into mine.

  “Shit, Daisy. You’re difficult to get hold of.” Rosie’s shrill voice has my body jumping up as I slam the lid of the washing machine down. The amount of laundry which built up in my absence astounds me. Five days I was away from the house, and as I walked into the kitchen, I discovered the counters stacked with dirty dishes along with left over takeaway food cartons on the kitchen counter. The total disrespect and lack of thought at the mess, caused me to groan. Making me wonder if my so-called family took me for granted. And now, standing in the doorway is another sibling.

  Biting my lip, I hold back the squeal building inside me. “Rosie. What do you want?” Although she lives in Noir Valley, we rarely see Rosie. Unless she wants something, she’s good at avoiding the house for as long as she can.

  “I need a loan.” There are no pleasantries from Rosie. At twenty-five, she is a couple of years older than me. She keeps her red hair in a pixie style, which suits the angles of her cheeks and chin. Her jeans hang loose around her hips, while the sweat stained, pale blue Tee-shirt, cut off at the midriff, exposes a flat stomach with a ring in in the navel. Since her previous visit, it appears as though she has lost more weight. Hard, amber glazed eyes stare at me. There’s no embarrassment or discomfort as she asks for the money. I should have known this was the reason for her unexpected visit. After all, this is the only reason she ever visits. And when she uses the term loan, she’s using the term loosely. Rosie still needs to pay back what she owes me from her previous visits. An amount of money which is steadily mounting, and I know I’ll never see again.

  “Sorry, Rosie. I don’t have any spare cash.”

  “Look, Daisy. If I don’t pay any rent. Steve and I will find ourselves homeless, and I really don’t want to return home.”

  Sharp pain shots through my lip, as I bite the inner flesh and I release my teeth, flickering my tongue offer the damage. “Rosie. Money’s tight. Especially with Pa missing.”

  “Money can’t be tight if Pa’s missing, Daisy.” Rosie’s scornful laugh grates along my nerves as I shuffle pass her body on my return to the kitchen where the fish stew is simmering away.

  “What makes you say that.”

  “Because if he’s not here. Then you’re not giving him any.”

  “Rosie, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any.”

  “Do you really want me to move back in here with Steve?”

  “The other’s will be here soon. Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Switching the stove off, I push the stew to the back, checking the time as I glance at the clock on the wall.

  “No thanks. I came for money and if you’re not going to give me any, I might as well go.”

  As Rosie turns to leave, I release the air trapped in me. My lungs sink in relief. Then at Rosie’s next words, I find myself holding my breath once more. “I hear you’re screwing one of the River Demons – Ask him for some money, Daisy.”

  “What about Steve?”

  Rosie gives an indifferent shrug. “I’ll be back in a couple of days.” Yeah, I should have known there’d be no money there. Especially as Steve and Rosie are heavy drug users.

  “Rosie before you go - Have you seen Pa in the last couple of weeks?”

  “Now why would I see that loser and why would he come and visit me now. Fuck, he’s never been to my apartment before.” Again, there is that scornful laugh, which is more of a snigger really. The roll of Rosie’s eyes is the last thing is I see before she leaves.

  Shit, a half hour ago, I had been on a high. Now I want to cry. For years, I have tried to keep the family together. Wishing for something which approached to normality. Now I know that was never going to happen. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I failed to hear the door open until Al spoke. “Hey, Daisy. Are you okay?”

  “Hi, Al. I’m fine.” The smile I offer the young man strains my cheeks, and as I glance over to him, I spy the pity look before he quickly hides it. As he strolls further into the room, his arms are outstretched, and not wanting to offend him. I allow myself to be tucked into his skinny body. The warmth, surprising me. Then the tears I’m holding back, begin to flow freely. The gentle stroke of Al’s hands on my back, soothes me.

  At first, I thought I imagined the brief touch of his lips against my hair. Yet when for the second time, his lips brush against my forehead, I notice the change in the way he strokes my body. At the slight stirring in his lower body, I go to pull back, to break free. Yet, instead of freeing me, he tightens his grip as he pushes me up against the wall. The strength of his hold shocks me into remaining where I am as I attempt to focus on what is happening to me.

  “Al. No!” He ignores my refusal. His lips seeking mine as I furiously attempt to push his body from me. Now he has me firmly in place against the wall, and he thrusts his lower body against mine. With one last effort, I swing my head to the side, managing to break free from the wet kiss. As I fling my arms, belting my attacker on the back, he continues to ignore me, inserting his body between my legs as he manages to spread them. The churn in my stomach grows as bile rises in my throat. How can Al be acting like this towards me. I’ve known him since he was a boy. He is a friend of Leif’s and Herbie. Again, I push against his body. Surprised at how strong he is as he pushes me further into the wall. “Stop it, Al. I said no.”

  “You don’t mean it, Daisy. I know you don’t.

  Al’s clammy breath is heavy against my throat and I taste the bile as it rises in my mouth. Somehow Al’s hands are at the fastening of my jeans, undoing them. His skinny fingers linger over my panties and again I push his body away. A movement, I soon regret, when I come into full contact of his aroused body. One moment, I am fighting my attacker. The next, his body is pulled from mine and I hear a yell. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

  Another set of arms wraps around my body as they fasten my jeans. “Are you okay, Daisy?” Amber eyes so like mine stare at me, and my body sags with relief into Herbie. His hold comforting. Then I hear the sound of a body smashing into a table and as I glance over Herbie’s shoulder, I glimpse Leif fighting his best friend. Bodies crash about the kitchen, bumping into chairs, tables and cupboards. But neither do I stop Leif.

  “What the fuck.” Another voice breaks into the chaos and as I switch my glance from the fight to the door. Leon walks into the kitchen.

  “Let me go. I need to go upstairs.” My voice is a crackling whisper.

  Instead of letting me go. Herbie tightens his holds around me. “Will you be okay, Daisy?”

  My head brushes against Herbie’s shoulder as I nod. “I need a shower.”

  “I asked a fucking question… - What the hell is going on?” Leon’s voice rebounds around the kitchen and I shudder as I push away from Herbie. He gives me a lingering look, then releases me, stepping back to look at Leif and Al, who are still fighting. Trusting no one will notice, I slip out of the kitchen. The chaos in the kitchen follows me up the stairs.

  “Al attacked Daisy.”

  I didn’t need to be there to witness the stillness as it descended in the kitchen. Not when it reaches the stairs and I find myself waiting. Waiting to know what happens next. “What do you mean? Attacked Firebird?” Leon’s voice is cold, and a shiver runs through me.

  “He was attempting to rape her.” Herbie’s voice was full of hate and the string of explicates from Leon has me cringing against the baluster. When I hear the first contact of flesh against flesh, I know the fight is no longer between Leif and Al.

  Not knowing where I found the strength from, I find myself naked under the shower. The scorching water hitting my body as I begin to shake. Time becomes lost as I stand beneath the falling water, feeling nothing until a set of naked arms circle my body, pulling me in closer. The tears which are flowing steadily, turn into a downpour as I curve into Leon’s warmth. As he holds and strokes me, the tension from this crappy day finds its release.

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  Leon – The Davaro’s Home Noir Valley

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  For Firebird’s sake I have to calm down. After a day of running around. Trying to work out what the Skull Collectors are up to and failing. When I had arrived at Firebird’s home the last thing I expected to walk into, was a madhouse. Yet that is just what I had done. Herbie was attempting to calm Firebird while Leif fought with another male. A male I had seen previously sniffing around my Old Lady. When Herbie calmly informed me what he had interrupted. My blood had gushed through me, and without hesitating, I dragged Leif off the bastard, finishing off what the other man had started. Fury roared through me with each punch I delivered. Neither Leif nor Herbie attempted to break the fight up. A fight which quickly turned one sided. I may outweigh the scumbag by a few pounds, but I refused to let that stop me from doing what needed to be done. Finally, I stepped away from the boy. A quick glance around the kitchen broadcasting the chaos which had occurred. The table and chairs needed replacing. That was something I would arrange tomorrow. When I went in search of Firebird, I’d left Herbie and Leif to put the kitchen back in some kind of order. What happened to the boy, I couldn’t care less about. Just as long he was out of the house.

  The water is hot as I step into the shower. As gently as I can and without a fight from Firebird, I extract the cloth from her trembling fingers and wash her body. Her silent sobs hurt me more than anything ever has. There’s no fight left in her by the time I guide her out of the shower, or as she docilely follows me into the bedroom. With the towel wrapped around her body, I gently pat her dry. “I feel like an idiot.”

  “You can feel whatever you want, Firebird.”

  “I’ve had a really shitty day.” Firebird’s hand cups my face. Her fingers soft against my chin.

  “Yeah.” My lips brush against her hair as I continue to sooth her.

  “Yeah. And I think I may be overreacting.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  Firebird gives a snuffle, then rubs her nose against the edge of the bright lime green towel. “I am. This has nothing to do with Al.”

  So that’s the bastard's name. This time I file it away for future reference. “The bastard attacked you, Firebird. Do you want me to ring Hank?” Hell, I could be in trouble for what I have done to the sniffling bastard who attacked Firebird, but I can handle the Sherriff.

  I continue to stroke Firebird’s wet hair as she rubs her head against my chest. “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes - Just hold me.”

  “Try stopping me.” There’s no need for me to look at Firebird to know she’s trying to smile. I sense it as she places a small kiss just to the right of my nipple. Fuck, Firebird has just been attacked and I can feel my junk stirring. Firebird must have felt it as well, if the small shuffle she gives is any indication to go by. “I’m sorry, Firebird.” As I apologize, I lift Firebird off my lap with the intention of putting her under the covers. However, she has other ideas, her arms tightening around my neck.

  “Leon…” Her voice is just above a whisper as her lips and tongue skate over the damp flesh of my throat. Again, my cock twitches, springing to life.

  “Firebird.”

  “Make it go away, Leon…. Make his touch go away.”

  I know I should walk away. That I should have gone ahead with my original plan. That I should have placed her under the quilt and let her sleep. But how can I? How can I leave Firebird when she needs me? A gentle tug has the towel free from her body. Then, with a sure movement, I maneuver Firebird until she is straddling me. We are both naked, and I don’t bother to hide my erection from Firebird. Instead, I guide her hand down to my swollen cock.

  “Are you sure, Firebird?”

  “Yes, Leon, I’m sure.”

  With a deep breath, I take Firebird’s lips in a slow kiss. Our lips meeting and locking. When she thrusts her tongue against my lips, I keep my mouth clamped tight. I want this kiss to be sweet and slow. When Firebird realizes I don’t plan to deepen the kiss. Her tongue retreats and she joins me in the kiss. Her hands skating over my shoulders as my fingers glide over the tender flesh of her back. Breaking the kiss is painful, but it has to be done. “If you want to stop me, Firebird. You tell me.”

  The smile she offers is weak, while her gaze is passion inflamed. Still keeping the tempo slow, I lay Firebird on the bed. Her hair scattering around her face as I spread it across the pillow. “Leon.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You’re not.”

  “No….” My blood is pounding through my body. My head is light, and my blood pressure is off the scale. But I refuse to rush our loving. “This is for you.”

  Firebird lightly strokes the flesh on my arms, bringing my cock to full attention. However, I intend to deny it the satisfaction it is seeking. Once more, I lean over Firebird. Our lips meeting as I run the tips of my fingers over the flesh of her sides. Firebird’s shiver invites a responding quiver from my body. Reluctantly, I break the kiss to place a feather light one on each eye. Then I move to her nose before switching to her ears and suckle on the lobe as my fingers skim over her stomach. The quiver she emits, sends the blood rushing to my cock, making me think I’ll explode long before I am ready to join our bodies.

  “Leon.” Firebird’s breath lights a flame against my already prickly flesh. With a slow lick, I trail my tongue to her throat, sucking and licking against the slightly soap scented skin. Her hips push up against my stomach and eagerly I spread her legs to settle between the soft pliant body. “Leon…. Please.”

  “I will, Firebird. I’m going to please you so much. You’ll be screaming the house down.”

  Firebird’s giggle delivers another ripple of desire through my body as I shift my attention to her breasts. The buds hard and protruding, begging for my mouth. Not one to deny a lady what she wants, I eagerly lock the swollen nub between my teeth, flickering the end with my tongue as I gently tug on the hard tip. Firebird’s gasps are doing more for my ego and body, than any touch I have ever received.

  “Leon, Please. My pussy’s on fire.”

  “I’ll get to your pussy soon enough, Firebird. But for now. Just let me enjoy your tits.”

  “They’re not very big, Leon. How can you enjoy them?”

  This time, I’m the one to chuckle as I continue to lick suck and play with the tits in question. “Firebird, they suit me just fine.”

  “Humph.”

  “Aren’t you enjoying me playing with them?”

  Firebird’s hands skim over my back. Occasionally they come to rest on my butt cheeks, where she squeezes them as she pushes her hips against my cock. “Too much, Leon… I’m enjoying it too much.”

  “Good.” With one last pull of the bud, I release her nipple, running my tongue down the valley of her chest. Then coming to rest at her belly button, pushing my tongue into the tiny tunnel as I shuffle her legs further apart. Hooking her knees over my elbows.

  “Yes, Leon. Shit, that feels good.” More gasps and groans escape Firebird when my tongue rests in the fragrant valley of her pussy. She is so hot; I can taste her heat as she warms my chin. “Harder, Leon… Press harder.” Ignoring Firebird’s demands, I continue to lick her sweet flesh, pressing against her clit each time my tongue comes into contact with the hot bud. “More Leon.”

  “Shut up, Firebird and enjoy the ride.”

  “I’d enjoy it more if you let me come.”

  “Not yet.” I thrust my tongue against her pussy. Then slowly, I deliver small, dainty stabs of my tongue at her pussy entrance. Slowly pushing my tongue in, then pulling it out. Cream coats my tongue as Firebird thrust violently against me. Her body twisting beneath my mouth as she grabs my hair. Her breathing heavy and labored as the heels of her feet dig into my shoulders.

  “Leon… I’ll not last much longer.” With regret, I leave my bounty. Yet without letting go of Firebird’s legs, I rise above her, search for and find her gaze.
Then I slide home. Pushing the head of my cock into her willing, grasping pussy. Before pulling back to plunge in again. Each thrust I deliver, delves deeper and deeper. And Firebird’s tunnel clings on to my cock as though it is life. “Yes, Leon…. More.” My thrusts grow heavier and deeper as Firebird pushes and pulls against me.

  “This is it Firebird.”

  “Yes.”

  A couple more surges and Firebird did just as I wanted. She explodes around my cock, screaming as she comes. Then with a roar, I let go of my own release, filling her womb. Reluctant to move, I lie over Firebird, our bodies still joined.

  “Do you regret it?”

  Firebird’s legs are wrapped tightly around my waist. Her arms locked around my neck as her fingers float over my flesh. Turning her head to meet mine once more, our lips meet in a hauntingly gentle kiss.

  “No. I don’t regret it.” Silence descends over us as we enjoy the peace, letting it settle around us. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, Firebird. The pleasure was all mine.”

  “Nope. It was mine too. But that wasn’t why I was thanking you.”

  “No...”

  “No… Thank you for turning up when you did.”

  Chapter 11

  Daisy – The Davaro’s House – Noir Valley

  Pulling me closer, Leon’s body burns as it curves around mine and although my eyes are closed, I sense him watching me. Studying me, and idly my fingers stroke the hard flesh of his stomach. The slight body hair tingles, standing on end from my touch.

  “I can hear your thoughts Firebird.”

  Warmth spreads through me. A warmth which has nothing, but everything to do with the biker lying beside me. “I’m glad you arrived when you did.”

  “You’re not angry because I beat the crap out of the bastard?”

  With a shrug, I roll onto my side to study Leon. His body sated as his fingers play with my hair. The heat in my pussy returns as Leon strokes my arm. Why this man turns me on the way he does, is a mystery I have no intentions of solving. I bring my gaze up to his face and at the coldness in his gaze, I run my tongue over my bottom lip as I search for a clue as to what is going on behind the mask. With a finger and thumb, I raise one of his dreads against my nose, rolling the skein, enjoying the texture and smell of my man.