Helter Skelter: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 1

by Brair Lake

  “Leon.” Leon’s smile is pure predatory as he shuffles his body between my legs. Then there’s more cold steel wrapped around my ankles. Tugging on my chains, I comprehend I have little movement. “Leon.”

  Leon kneels back. His lust filled gaze rests on me as his hands sweep the hair away from my face. “Do you want me to release you, Firebird?”

  My pussy is on fire and I am desperate for Leon’s touch once more. Hastily I shake my head as I smile at him. “Kiss me.”

  “I will, Ma’am.” Then his head is between my legs. His mouth sucking and flickering over the tender flesh. Yet he continues to manage to avoid the place where I crave him the most.

  “Leon. Please.”

  “I intend to.” Each lick and thrust of his tongue has my body twisting against his mouth as I attempt to get his mouth where I need it. Yet Leon is just as determined to avoid that one spot. Not until I beg, does he begin to suck on my clit. The heat of his breath sends me over as I climax into his mouth. Breathless, I lie on the bed, panting. Gasping, when Leon frees me of the handcuffs at my ankles to twist my body until I lie on my stomach. My gasp fills the room when he raises my lower body. His fingers trace the rosette at my ass, before it dips in slightly.

  “Leon.”

  “It’s going to be okay. Anytime you want to tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” Cold cream against my ass warns me what Leon intends to do. “Firebird.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to warm you up. Then, while I’m still semi-hard, I’m going to fuck your ass.” As he seduces me with his words. The breath sticks in my throat. Leon’s fingers are busy rubbing in the cream, scissoring the flesh as they went deeper. His movements are slow as he pushes his fingers in and draws them out. When the pulse in my pussy beats, and the muscles in my stomach clench, I couldn’t believe I was ready for another orgasm. “That’s it, Firebird, accept my body.”

  As he murmurs behind me, Leon gently begins to push in his cock. Slow, steady plunges as he goes deeper and deeper. Once he is seated, Leon remains still. His hand coming around to my front, then gliding down to my pussy, where he pushes against the swollen bud of my clit. “Move Firebird.” Not sure what he means. I remain where I am until with his free hand, Leon begins to guide my hips. Swiftly, I take over the movements, drawing and pushing against the swelling of his cock. As Leon builds up the tempo, I brace my body for the orgasm rising in me. “Not yet, Firebird.” It’s the gentle rustle of foil and the sudden withdrawal of his cock from my ass which clues me into what Leon next move is. “I’m going to come in your pussy, Firebird. Are you ready?”

  Nodding my head against the pillow, I welcome Leon’s cock as he surges into my hot tight pussy. His engorged flesh, stretching my channel. When my climax comes, it is hard and demanding, leaving me breathless as I lay my head against the pillows.

  My body is sated and even without the handcuffs, I doubt if I can move. When Leon withdraws from my body, a sense of emptiness descends around me. The loss of his warmth leaves me shivering. The clink of handcuffs opening and the warm cloth against my worn-out body, fails to take away the sense of loss. Not until Leon crawls into bed, hugging my body into his, do I feel warm again.

  Chapter 15

  Leon – The Davaro’s Home Noir Valley

  “You are a hedonist.” Firebird’s wicked smile has my heart clenching. How she managed to crawl underneath my skin I’ll never know. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

  Her fingers stroke my chest. “And who’s fault is that Leon.”

  Leaning across the bike, I place a kiss on my hedonist’s nose. Which may not be the best move to make as I am needed at the boat. “I hope you’re not blaming me for your wanton ways.”

  “Would you have me any other way?”

  The question is rhetorical, and going by the sparkle in Firebird’s eyes, I’m fully aware she knows this. “Nope…. Are you sure you don’t want to come to the club?”

  Firebird practically skips over to her car. With a shake of her head, she glances in my direction. “You’ve worn me out. I don’t think I could manage another night. I’m going to collect Poppy….” When she reaches the car, she leans against the door. As she looks at me, her eyes are full of lust teasing my cock to live once more. Shit, a weekend at Tygerlily’s, and I could still eagerly leap from the bike, spread Firebird over the bonnet of her car and take her again. “Then I’m going to have a long uninterrupted soak.”

  The image of Firebird sprawled in the tub plays havoc on my mind as I stroll into the saloon of Demon’s Lair. With a quick glance around the room, I turn to the bar, dropping my helmet on the counter. Nodding at Day as Bastian slaps me on the shoulder. “Good weekend.”

  With a wink at the old dog, I swallow a mouth full of chilled beer. “Yep.”

  “Did Hank get to play with the delectable Firebird?”

  “Nope.”

  Bastian’s loud chuckle has several heads turning in our direction. I’m happy to let Firebird watch other people having sex. Shit, it excited me when people watch Firebird as she peeked when orgasming. But no one plays with my toy. Especially some damn good looking cop.

  “So, she’s not for the club’s use then.” Alex pulls up the chair beside Bastian. His still green eyes watchful as he sips from his shot glass.

  “No, she fucking isn’t” When both men dolefully shake their heads, I produce a chuckle of my own. Firebird is mine and she isn’t for sharing.

  “Well, while you were away getting your rocks off. Jono hasn’t been quiet.”

  I grimace as I turn towards Day, who has silently listened to our conversation as he stood at the bar, “What’s the bastard done now?”

  “Riding through town - Causing general mayhem. A couple of bar-fights.”

  I grind my teeth then take another swallow of my drink. “And where was the Deputy when this was happening?”

  Day finishes his drink then turns to the bar. “Being shit at his job.”

  “What about Maria?”

  TJ slaps me on the back as he joins the conversation. “Your gamble played off. She’s rung through with a couple of names and faces.” His eyes thoughtful on me as he passes on the information. With a slap to his shoulder, I push myself away from the bar.

  “You can shake off the smirk, Leon.”

  Ignoring the underpinned amusement in Day’s voice, I turn to look him. “What are we going to do about The Skull Collectors?”

  Picking up my helmet, Day throws it at me with a smirk of his own. “I thought you were never going to ask.”

  We don’t ride quietly over to The Skull Collectors. Our hollers and screams can be heard throughout Noir Valley and surrounding areas. Lights are swiftly switched off as the neighbors close their curtains. People out walking their dogs, quickly headed home. Noir Valley is closing down. As we ride pass the sheriff’s office there’s no sign of life and as we reach The Skull Collectors camp, adrenaline pumps through my body, making it sing.

  “Get your stinking bodies out here.” One of my brother’s yell and I let loose a smile as Bastian’s voice echoes through the compound. There’s a laughing undertone to it as he dismounts from his bike. “I warned you, Jono. Cause trouble for us and I’ll pay you back.” Day and TJ are also grinning as they dismount from their bikes, stretching their hands in front of them as they crack the bones in their knuckles.

  As I dismount my baby, Day reaches the double doors of the old shack as they are flung open and Jono comes bounding down the steps. Rickety-Lee and Sharpie follow with several other Skull Collectors behind them. Jono comes to halt in front of Day. His self-satisfied smirk doesn’t stay in place for long as Day raises his fist and strikes him in the stomach. Jono returns the thump with a fist of his own. Then TJ is on Sharpie, while Bastian has Rickety-Lee in a strangle hold. Alex is also caught up in the fray, fighting some burly biker with a scar on his face. Oyster slaps me on the back as he passes me. “Are you going to stand there all day and gawk?”

  Oyster’s crack ha
s me glancing from him to the foray which is transpiring in the middle of the compound. With a shake of my head, I step forward, coming face to face with an unknown Biker. As I yell and plant my fist into his stomach, I try to recollect which one he is. A notion I swiftly drop when the bastard punches me in the face. When I stop rocking on my feet, I retaliate by socking the bastard in his solar plexus. The sound of his breath leaving his body is nirvana to me and I swiftly land another fist to his stomach. Hastily, I block my body when the bastard counter-reacts. With each punch I land and block, blood pumps through my body. Some punches I manage to connect with the bastard’s body. Some I miss. The same when I block his attack. The biker’s fists have managed to make several connections of their own. Yet I refuse to let this stop me. Not until he is on the ground, where I then kick him in the stomach before turning towards my next opponent.

  When the fight comes to an end, there are several bodies sprawled over the ground. Some hunched on their knees as they grasp for air. Me. Well, I stretch my body, easing the kinks as I take in the disarray. Smiling when TJ fist thumps mine. Alex stands with his body bent forward as he too grasps for air. Day is walking towards me. His cheek is swollen, and I wonder if the bone has been broken. When he reaches me, he smiles. His teeth, although covered in blood are in place and I let loose a laugh which is joined by Bastian and Oyster. On the ground lying at the bottom of the steps is the pulverized body of Jono. He is using his hand on the lower step to lever himself up.

  Day turns to him and spits blood on to the ground. “Keep away from Noir Valley and keep away from my club, Jono. If you can’t do that. Then take your bastard ass back to Miami.”

  “Damn it, Leon what happened to you?” Instead of returning to the club with my brother’s I opted to head over to Firebirds. Now, as she fusses over my face with a cold cloth. My swollen hands already wrapped in damp bandages, I wish I had gone to Demon’s Lair and gotten drunk.

  “The bike skidded, and I fell.” Firebird’s tut as she examines my eye, has me smiling. Usually after a fight I’d clean myself up, find a whore and spend the rest of the night fucking. Yet each time I slide my hand under Firebird’s housecoat, she tuts louder, pushing my hand away.

  “Stop it, Leon. I need to clean your face.”

  “My face is fine. It’s another swelling you should be attending too.” Firebird’s giggle, has the swelling in question, becoming harder and once more I stroke the back of her knee. Her groan has me hiding my own smile as I continue with her torture.

  “Stop it Leon.”

  “Are you going to sooth my other swelling, Firebird?”

  “Not until I’ve checked the rest of you out.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say.” As Firebird glares down at me, her fingers on her hips as she frowns, I swiftly pull off my cut, removing my Tee-Shirt in the process.

  “Shit, Leon.” Following her gaze, I appraise the beating my body has taken. Angry red swelling covers the sides and upper chest. In a few days, they’ll turn purple before turning to a dirty yellow. Leaning back onto the bed, I smile up at Firebird.

  “You’ll have to do all the work tonight, Babe. Now why don’t you kiss me better.”

  With a growl, Firebird spins on her heels. On her return, she has a bowl and more strips of cloths. Climbing onto the bed, she bends over my body. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as she tenderly nurses the bruised area, turning my body as she soothes the burning flesh. As she attends to my bruises, the adrenaline in my body has me searching for one outcome, and with Firebird leaning over me. I undo the knot in the belt of her housecoat, parting the toweling material. Firebird’s slap of hand against mine is ineffectual. “Stop that Leon.”

  “Make me.” In an attempt to capture the protruding nipple, which has come to life, I raise my head. My mouth puckering as it hungers for the taste of her flesh. Then in one swipe, my goal is defeated when Firebird pushes me back against the mattress. A smile breaks loose across my face when she straddles my body. Her butt rests just above my pubic bone and my cock bounces against her ass. Tawny eyes blaze down at me as she straightens her body.

  “You see this Leon.” Firebird sweeps her hand over her body as she parts but refuses to remove the housecoat.

  “I see it Baby. And I’m going to touch it.” I rise my hands as a I speak, only to have Firebird slap them down once more.

  “If you want to touch. Then you’re going to have to talk.”

  “Are you blackmailing me.”

  Pearly teeth gleam as Firebird releases her hair from its braid. “No Leon. I’m holding it to ransom. I have something you want. And you have something that I want.”

  The woman is a witch.

  *****

  Daisy – The Davaro’s Home Noir Valley

  “Yuk., How can you be so grossly happy.” Turning towards Poppy as she saunters into the kitchen, wearing sneakers with her socks rolled down and a black motif vest top, which she has paired up with a black scarf and shorts, I carry on whistling, slamming cupboard doors as I gather the items needed to make coffee. “And you’re off key.”

  “Morning, Poppy, Want a coffee.”

  “Only if you stop whistling.”

  “Stop being a grouch.”

  Poppy accepts the coffee, sipping from the oversize lip, her eyes steady on mine. “Claire and I had a fight.”

  Slowly I sit in one of the kitchen chairs. Chairs which appeared shortly after Al’s attack. It’s a month since the party and this is the first time Poppy has brought the subject up and I know I need to step round this discussion carefully. “And.”

  “The friendships over.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. She’s a bitch.” Poppy’s friendship with Claire has spanned for over a decade. They attended the same kindergarten, then the same high school. My association with the Demon Rivers appears to be breaking up my siblings’ friendships and a shaft a guilt darts through me. “I thought she was my friend, Daisy. But if she can say what she did about you and me. What else is she saying?”

  Standing, I ruffle Poppy’s rainbow hair. “Ignore her and be you, Poppy. If you find out she’s spreading more malicious gossip, you have my permission to punch her.”

  “You’re spending too much time with The River Demon’s, Daisy.”

  “Maybe. - Wanna go shopping later.”

  “You have money for shopping but you're unable to lend me any,” Surprised by the interruption of Rosie’s voice I spin round to face my sister, I haven’t seen her since she called a month ago for money.

  “Rosie.”

  “I’ll see you later, Daisy… - Rosie.” Poppy skirts pass Rosie, her eyes rolling at me as she slides into the hallway.

  “Would you like a coffee?” As I watch Rosie pull out a chair, I’m surprised at how much weight she has lost since her last visit, and she can ill afford to lose what she has lost.

  “Thanks…. I hear one of those bikers has moved in with you.”

  “I’m sure you’re not here to talk about my love life.”

  Rosie’s snigger sends a cold chill through my body, and all I can hope, is that I hid my revulsion at her words, behind my coffee cup. “Don’t kid yourself, Daisy, He isn’t here for love. Its sex and nothing more.”

  “Just tell me what you want, Rosie. Then go.”

  Rosie leans forward; her golden eyes cold as they rake over me. “Who the hell do you think first introduced me to drugs.” Another rake of Rosie’s eyes has me wincing as she continues with her spiteful tirade. “You’re not the first Davaro to fuck a River Demon. When he’s done with you. He’ll pass you on to his Brothers. Is that what you want, Daisy. To be another slut for them.”

  Rosie’s maliciousness is hurting me, yet I refuse to bow down to her. “Just tell me what you want, Rosie. Then go.”

  “What do you think I want – Money of course.”

  The pounding in my head, which started slowly on Rosie’s arrival is gradually increasing, and I rub the bridge of my nose. �
��I told you before, I don’t have any spare cash”

  Rosie’s laugh is scornful as she places her empty cup on the table. “You either ask lover boy for the money. Or Steve and I move in at the weekend.”

  “There’s no room at the Inn, Rosie. And there’s no money.”

  The chair scrapes as she rises. Her body leaning over me. “Find the money Daisy. There must me some tat in this house you can sell.” Her glance scans the kitchen. “After all. Retro vintage is the in thing.”

  Long after Rosie has left, and Poppy and I had driven into Noir Valley to do some shopping. Rosie’s threat still tumbles round in my head. I was unable to shift the notion Rosie has fucked someone from River Demons. Especially if that someone is Leon. Shit, she could have screwed any one of them, as long as it wasn’t him. “She’s a bitch.”

  “Who’s a bitch… And what do you think of this top.”

  Turning from the lingerie I am absently fondling, I glance at the top Poppy holds up, and smile weakly. “It’s a black top, Poppy. No different to the ones you normally wear… And Rosie’s the bitch.”

  “She is, so forget about her.” With a frown, Poppy returns the top to the rack, her hands skimming over the material of another similar top.

  “What if Leon screwed Rosie?”

  “As long as he’s not screwing her now. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “Maybe it’s Day she screwed and that’s why he doesn’t like me at Demon’s Lair.”

  Poppy drops the top she is examining, her hand trembling as she retrieves it and pushes it back onto its hanger. “Then I’d say he has no taste.”

  “So, it's fine for Leon to screw her, but not Day.”

  Bright cat eyes and flushed pink cheeks stare at me. “She’s history to them, Daisy. So, who cares who, which or how many River Demons she’ fucked.”

  My appetite for shopping is rapidly fading and I replace another black satin and lace underwear set back on the rack. Images of Leon and Rosie romping on a bed, vivid in my head. “Daisy I’d like to speak to you.” My hand freezes, and the rest of body refuses to move as bile rumbles in my stomach. My mouth salivates as spittle gathers in my throat. With a blink, I gulp back the built-up juice and face Al. Of Poppy, there is no sign, and my stomach churns violently as I wonder where she has got to.