Roll the Dice: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 2

by Brair Lake

  “Morning.”

  “Shit, Hank. What are doing.”

  “Waiting for you.”

  Mia walked further into the room and dropped her purse onto the kitchen table. “Is there any coffee?”

  Hank held his cup up. “Freshly made.” His hazel eyes were steady on Mia as he watched her walk over to the counter. “Are you going to tell me where you were?”

  Mia kept her back to Hank. Her gaze on the freshly cut grass of the back lawn and took a sip of her coffee. “At a party.”

  “Anyone I know.”

  Mia turned to Hank and stared at him. Hank is ten years older than her, and the only reason he was at the family home was because his apartment was being fumigated. “I don’t know, Hank. They were the girls from school. We were just celebrating our last weekend in Noir Valley before we head off for college.”

  Hank leaned back in his chair. His gaze taking in the ruffle of Mia’s blonde hair. Like the rest of the Cartwrights, she was tall, five-eleven. She ran every day and had the figure to match. Since she was fourteen, he has been watching her. Waiting for some scum to make a play for her. Keeping Mia safe hadn’t been easy. Especially the other summer when Jono and his buddies had caused trouble for Noir Valley. That had been the summer Jono had left The River Demons.

  It was his friendship with Alex, Day and the other River Demons which kept Mia out of their grasps. He’s seen her over the summer hanging out by Demon’s Lair. He took another swallow of his coffee. Once she was out of Noir Valley, he’d be able to breath, knowing she was out of temptation. Friendship or not. He’d noticed Alex watching her and he wasn’t having his baby sister mixed up with the bikers. He watched Mia. Her gaze steady on him and a tingle at the back of his neck had the hair rising. “You didn’t do anything stupid did you?”

  Mia’s grip tightened on her mug. The nerves in her stomach coiled and a warmth spread over her cheeks. “No.”

  “Mia.”

  Mia placed her empty cup in the sink then turned to Hank. “I know what I did Hank. And I don’t have any regrets.”

  “Who.”

  Mia shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  Hank rose from his seat and went to stand in front of his sister. “When do you leave.”

  “Tomorrow.” Mia watched Hank as he left the kitchen. Leaving Noir Valley hadn’t been an option. It was the only way she was going to get her freedom. Having brothers like Hank and Jono meant everything she did was scrutinized. When Jono left for Miami, she thought her life would have been simpler, freer. Instead, Hank had become twice the problem. And now that she’s slept with Alex it wouldn’t take long for everything to spiral out of control. Puppy love, infatuation. Whatever it was, she had it bad for Alex. Sleeping with him had been on her bucket list and she could leave Noir Valley knowing she had done it. But she wasn’t going to hang around and watch him as he moved on to the next whore.

  *****

  Alex Demon’s Lair Noir Valley

  Alex reached out to pull the body next to him in close. His cock was twitching, and he wanted to lose himself in the young woman who had come to his bed. As he searched the bed, the v of his frown deepened, and he opened his eyes. The bed was empty. The spot where Mia had laid was cold. He rolled onto his back to listen for any sounds coming from the bathroom. There were none. “Mia.” His call out was greeted with silence and he rolled out of the bed. Naked, he went to the bathroom and tapped on the door. “Mia.” He opened it and found it as empty as the cabin. He glanced towards the floor; her clothes were gone. He grabbed a pair of clean jeans and a tee-shirt and as he made his way to the club’s saloon, he dressed. When he reached the saloon, it was empty and after checking the kitchen he went on deck. He searched the compound and discovered Mia’s Corolla was gone. He returned to his cabin to check if she had left a note. When he didn’t find anything, he checked his cellphone for any messages from her. There was nothing and his stomach dipped. All summer he had watched her. Making friends with her. When he had seen her at the beginning of the summer talking to Hank outside the sheriff’s department, he had felt as though he was waking up. For the first time in five years, Mia had been his first thought as he woke up instead of Jo-Leigh. Since Jo-Leigh’s murder, he had only been going through the process of living. Returning to Noir Valley and joining The River Demons had been the only thing to keep him going. He’d fucked the women from the club, not caring who they were. Then this summer he had noticed Mia. That she was no longer the gangly kid who had followed him and her brothers around until he had gone away to college. He’d spent the summer wooing her. Getting to know her. Last night had been everything he knew it would be. As he scanned the compound once more he heard the approach of a car and watched as the sheriff pulled up. He waited until Hank got out of the car, then he made his way to the gangplank. “Hank. Didn’t expect to see you this early. Care to join me for a coffee?”

  Hank removed his hat and watched Alex. Then he shook his head. “I don’t have time.” Hank glanced around the compound and noticed the biker by the trees and nodded at him. Then he turned his gaze back to Alex. “Mia’s leaving for college tomorrow.” He licked his lips. “You’ve had your fun with her. Now I’d like you to leave her alone.”

  Alex rubbed his hand over his mouth, then checked the deck. It was still empty. “Mia’s a big girl, Hank.” There was no point in denying he had fucked his best friend’s baby sister. “She knew what she was doing.” He straightened himself up and pushed away from the railings and watched as Hank mounted the gangplank. “If she comes back. I’m not going to say no.” The fist came suddenly, and Alex licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll let you have that one, Hank. Next time I won’t be as easy.”

  “Neither will my sister.”

  Brothers of Devil’s Comfort MC Series 2

  Book 5 Layla’s Comfort

  This is a mistake. I should never have invited Trax to my room. Fuck, I’m going soft. I turn to Trax his gaze fixed to the television screen.

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing.”

  “It was. You muttered something.”

  Trax smiles and my heart dips. Yep, this is a mistake.

  “It was the television.”

  “No. – It was you.”

  “It wasn’t anything important.”

  I continue to watch Trax. His blue gaze is clear, and he doesn’t bat an eyelash.

  “I’ll find out.” I mutter as I push my body up against the railings of the headboard.

  “Find out what?”

  “What you said.”

  “I said this is nice.”

  Trax is ruffling Maisie’s ear and the heat from his body touches me. I want to climb onto him. To taste him. To merge our bodies into one. Instead, my gaze reverts to the flashing screen.

  “That wasn’t so hard was it...” When Trax’s fingers trail over my arm, my voice rises.

  “Do you always talk while watching tv?”

  My gaze returns to the television. There’s a close-up of some guy with long hair, bushy beard and wearing sunglasses. Next to him is a beat-up hot rod.

  “Not when the program interests me.”

  “How can you not like this?”

  “Well, I guess the guys are good looking. Especially him. The presenter.”

  Maisie’s ears flap as she waggles her tail when Trax snuggles in closer to me.

  “I’m better looking.”

  Yes, he is, but Trax already has no problems with the ladies and I refuse to add to his ego.

  “You’re okay, I guess.”

  “I’m okay, you guess. – Feel these muscles.” Trax bends his arm and clenches his fist to pump the hard muscle under his flesh. My own fingers flex. Turning towards him, I squeeze his arm.

  “Not bad. But I’ve seen better.”

  “Better. – Where.”

  “Twiggy.”

  When he snorts, I slap his arm and Trax rolls towards me until his body is above mine. The blues of his e
yes are black, and there’s a slight flush to his cheeks.

  “You like your men old.”

  I’ve invited a man into my room, and he doesn’t frighten me. With an emotion I don’t understand, my fingers trail down Trax’s bare arms. When he trembles slightly I do it again. Trax has my legs trapped between his, and I don’t know when or how he did it, but Maisie is now asleep under the desk.

  “As long as they’re breathing. – That’s all that matters.”

  “I’m breathing.”

  My hand cover’s Trax’s heart, and the deep sways of his chest confirms that although he is breathing, it isn’t in a regular rhythm.

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Move your hand lower.”

  “To here.” I slip my hand over the ripples of the muscles of his midriff. Stroking the tee-shirt over his flesh

  “Lower.”

  “What about this?” My hand, having slipped under his gray tee-shirt, is now at his waist.

  “It’ll do for now.”

  Trax’s flesh may feel like silk, however, my fingers, and palms are clammy. Touching him, the way I am, is as though I have found a new freedom in myself. He doesn’t force me. His body covers mine without touching me as his eyes steadily watch me. Empowered by his gaze, I allow my fingers to explore more of his body. And as they glide down his spine, I smile at the shiver that rocks his body.

  “Can I take it off?” My fingers flick the soft jersey of his tee-shirt, and Trax closes his eyes. My breath becomes ensnared in my throat as I wait for his answer. When he nods, I practically yank the material over his head. His chuckle makes my toes curl, and I can no longer suppress my giggles.

  “Eager to see me naked.”

  “And if I am.”

  “I’ll be happy to remove my pants.”

  My gaze slips to his hips. The broad band of his jeans virtually hidden behind his thick leather belt.

  “I just want to enjoy your chest.”

  Trax’s lips are light as he brushes them against my throat, and I arch my neck to give him further access.

  “I like looking at your chest too.”

  My fingers trace the contour of Trax’s well developed torso. Sometimes I’ll linger over a scar, but I never asked about them. Trax lies above me, watching me, but not moving and my confidence grows. With a gentle push, I roll him onto his back and straddle his hips. His flesh burns, and I have to breathe in deep to steady myself. My heart races and as my fingers glide over his shoulders they tremble. My pussy is wet. I don’t pull back or stop myself when my head begins to lower to his chest. I want this. I want to taste him. To savior him. I tease his protruding nipple, and as I flick and tug at it, it grows harder, and I wrap my lips around the cherry nub.

  “Don’t touch me.”

  “What.” Trax’s muffled voice has me glancing up at him. The glaze appeal of his gaze has me smiling as I lick my lower lip.

  “Grip the railings on the headboard. When you touch me. You distract me? And I don’t want distracting. Not now.”

  Trax ignores my order by curling his fingers into my hair and grips the tendrils tight as he drags my head down to his mouth. His lips are rough as he drinks from me. The pulse in my clitoris answers his tongue. Then he’s freeing me. His fingers curl around the white iron railing of the headboard.

  “Go easy on me Layla. Otherwise, it’ll all be over.”

  “If it is. We can always start again.” I whisper in his ear as my lips slide to his throat. Sandalwood envelopes me, and I sniff deep as my stomach gives away another twitch. Trax lies there. His gaze watching me, but not touching me as I savor his flesh; I study every contour of his chest and stomach. When his stomach quivers as my fingers glide over his muscles, I smile and kiss the flesh. Each scar he has, I lick. A couple are no more than an inch. While one is at least seven. Trax is a fighter and a survivor. His marks show me the kind of life he leads.

  “Was he good to you.” My finger slides over the long scar. The one that runs from his hip to his lower rib.

  “Who.”

  “Your father.”

  “Inferno didn’t do that.”

  Our gazes meet, and I have to know.

  “Was he good to you.”

  “He was the only decent decision Lizzie ever made. Yes, he was good to me.”

  “Good.”

  My lower lip catches on the buckle of his belt and only after a slight hesitation, do I free him of his belt. My eyes fixate on the button and with a deep breath, I free the catch and pull the zipper down. As I slowly count backwards from a hundred, my eyes close. I don’t want to rush this. Neither do I want Trax to be aware of how nervous or naïve I am at touching a man. He’s used to experienced women. Women who know what they are doing, and what’s expected of them.

  “Layla.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you sure?”

  As I continue to stare at the growing bulge poking out of the gap in his zipper, I nod. With a lick of my lips, I use one hand to free him. He’s heavier than I expected, and his flesh burns my skin. My finger brushes over the knotty knobs of his pulsing veins. Then I’m running my tongue over his flesh. Trax’s harshly indrawn breath gives me the confidence I lack, and my hand curls around his thick cock. My thumb, and index finger don’t meet, but this doesn’t prevent me from sliding my hand over his flesh. Up then down.

  “Tighter, Layla. – Squeeze me tighter.”

  Encouraged by his begging, I clench my hand. As I pump his flesh, friction runs through my palm. Trax gives a jerk of his hips when my hand slides down his cock. He pulls back as my hand thrusts back up. Pre-cum leaks out of the tiny hole at the top of his cock, and when I reach the head, I spread the opaque cream, coating him and my hand. Trax’s hips build up speed, and I match him movement for movement. As enraptured as I am with his swollen cock, I want to watch Trax’s face. To experience every emotion he is going through, and when I do turn to look at him, I’m not disappointed. His cheeks are flush. His eyes close and his neck arches back. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gasps for air.

  “Don’t stop Layla. – Keep going.”

  “What about when it’s all over.”

  Trax smiles and I do believe my heart stops beating. He’s going to devour me. It’s there in his dark gaze.

  “Then we work on you.”

  “Will it be good?”

  “The best Layla. The best you’ve ever had. Fuck, that’s it. Harder. Pump me harder.”

  I do. My fingers squeeze him tight as I pump my hand against his thrusts. I’m still watching Trax. Caught by the way his throat stretches back, and the bobbing of his Adam’s Apple. His arms tense as his thighs clench. His groan is loud, and as I watch him take in deep breaths, warm liquid covers my hand. I’m no longer watching Trax, but his cock and his release. The once hard member is soft in my hand. His jeans have traces of fading stains, and I wipe my hand on his thigh.

  “They’ll need washing.”

  “I’ll not be the only one by the time we’re done.”

  With a giggle, I turn to Trax, my lips find his. The kiss we share is hungry.

  “I’ll never make as much mess as you.” I mutter against our parted lips.

  The chuckle he releases as he turns so that I’m lying on my back sends a tingle over my cooling flesh.

  “Layla, Babe, I’m spent.” His mouth is at the corner of my mouth. “That means I have more time to spend on you. No matter how much you beg. I’m going to make you wait until you’ve messed the sheets.”

  “I bet you can’t last that long.”

  Trax pulls back as he swipes the hair away from my face.

  “Time, Layla, – If I need to come before you orgasm at least a couple of times. We knock an hour off the time you owe me. If, however, I have you begging as you become desperate. I get to spend an extra hour with you for every orgasm I give you before I come.”

  “You think you’re that good.”

  “There’s only one way to find out.”

 
I close my eyes against the gleam in his. When they say You had me at…? I now know what they mean. He has me. My head is full of fog and there is a heavy beating drum in my ears. My stomach dips as my pussy heats up. This is it. There’s no turning back. I want Trax. I’ve wanted him for a long time. Over the years I’ve come to prefer safety. I was never a risk taker. Until now, that is.

  “Kiss me, Trax.” My eyes open as I watch the dark-haired biker lower his head. The first touch of his lips is gentle. As though he is testing me. When my lips answer back, the kiss becomes harder, deeper. Then his tongue is in my mouth. My touch tentative at first as my tongue dances around his. When his hands slip into my hair, a moan escapes me, and I break the kiss.

  “I want you, Trax.”

  “Good. Because I want you too.”

  Then his lips are back on mine. I close my eyes as I lose myself to the swirl of black, blue, and purple. The drumming in my ears grows louder, and when my hands slide over Trax’s back, I smile at the shiver his body is unable to hide.

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  Dante ‘Inferno’ Page.

  Turning off the main road which leads into Comfort Springs, I pull into Devil’s Comfort compound and park the Harley. A slight smile plays on my lips as I remove my helmet and with a twist of my neck, I take a quick glance at the surrounding area. We bought the old abandon building eighteen months ago. With its three stories, basement, grounds, and private access to the bayou. The colonial building suits our purpose in both its location and layout.

  ‘Glad to be back?’ Linc, the club’s Vice President, slaps my back.

  With a shrug, I shake off his hand and swing my leg over the bike. In the two years since taking over the presidency of Devil’s Comfort, the MC as a unit is stronger. Satisfaction surges through me, and with a contented sigh, I release the anticipation which slowly began to build inside me when we hit the last stretch of the highway. It is Saturday night. A night of partying and fucking calls out to me.