Linc's Retribution (17 page)

Tomorrow Devil’s Comfort leaves for their regular four day run. On my return I am moving home. Contentment soaks my body.

Chapter 21

“
Hey Fudge, How are things coming along?”

Fudge paused in his bike check. “Flynn’s coming down today and he will take over Trax’s training.”

After Trax’s attack, we had called an emergency meeting and formulated a plan of action. Black County Stewards are going to learn the hard way that they do not mess with Devil’s Comfort.

“How’s he doing?”

The look I receive is enough to bring a smile to my face. “He’s complaining. And in my book that means there’s nothing wrong with the bastard.”

With a slap to Fudge’s back I head into the club. The weekend away with Cassie was a success. When we finally returned from the cabin Cassie made us both a late supper before sending me on my way. And now it was going to be another 5 days before I saw her again.

After the run, the MC is throwing a party and Cassie and I have decided we will officially announce to everyone that we are back together.

Instead of going in search of Inferno, I find myself in the basement watching Trax as Crabby puts him through his paces. Stripped of his T-shirt, the evidence of his beating is clearly visible. The bruising turning to an ugly mustard yellow. Although his movements were stiff occasional, he is giving Crabby has good as he got.

Flynn Roberts may be a professional UFC fighter, but he never forgot his background. And although he was not a full time member, and had little to do with the club. He was still a member of Devil’s Comfort. His agreement to come down and train Trax is both a coupe and a show of his loyalty.

“What do you think?” Inferno as quiet as ever, entered the room, watching his son.

“Crabby’s too soft with him.” As inferno’s laughter fills the basement. The sparing partners looked up in our direction.

“Hey I’m just warming him up for Flynn. These bruises are going to be nothing compared to the one’s Flynn will inflict once he starts training the boy.”

“So this is where all you mothers are?” Dec, has joined us. His gaze is also directed towards the two men in the fighting ring.

“Crabby, time to get cleaned up we leave in thirty, OK.”

“Sure Prez.”

When I return to the yard all the bikers are in place. Due to Trax’s incapacity and that he needs to train for his upcoming fight. It’s being decided he will stay at the club and Fraggle and Kent are to go in his place.

Dec’s laughter and a commotion towards the door draws my attention and I see Tabby and Rayven having one of their usual fights. “What’s going on there?”

“Tabby wants Rayven to stay at the club while he’s gone because of the trouble, and she’s having none of it.”

This time I am the one who releases a snigger. “Are you sure that’s the reason?”

With a sly look as he mounts his Harley, Dec shakes his head. “Nah, it’s just easier for him to have the men watch her here than at her place. Seen as Kent’s coming on this trip.”

Although we had been boisterous when we left the compound. Once on the road, the atmosphere soon became somber. To avoid trouble and any possible run in with Black County Stewards, we are using a different route. One, which is unfamiliar to us.

Dusk is breaking by the time we arrive at Bear’s. Whisky, music and woman have the men unwinding for the next few hours. “You behaving VP.” Tabby has joined me at the bar. Our bodies turned out towards the dance floor as we watch the entertainment.

“Whisky does me fine, thanks Tabby. I have myself a fine woman back home and I do not need anything else.”

Unable to resist “How about you?”

Tabby’s eyes are on the female dancers. “I have a couple lined up for later.” Following his line of vision I let the words slip out. “You think Rayven’s looking after Flynn?” Flynn Roberts is all muscle and like myself he shaves his head. He is also a celebrity. Especially in Comfort Springs.

The tension is back in Tabby’s body. His hand grips tight on to the bottle of whisky he’s holding. “Flynn will not mess with Rayven.”

“Flynn might not mess with Rayven. But what’s to stop Rayven from messing with Flynn?” Poor Tabby. Inferno has joined us and is teasing the club’s treasurer.

Church will not be taking place this week due to our run, and what I have to say is important.

“Prez, Tabby, Cassie and I are getting back together after this run.”

Congratulations are passed round as everyone raises their bottles to me. “Look I wasn’t going to mention this here. But the Ink Studio has being approached by a TV studio to do a fly on the wall reality show. Cass and I need the money. So I’m going to go ahead with it.”

“Why.”

The silence from my fellow brothers has me thinking before I give them the answer. “Cass and I want a baby and the treatment is going to cost.”

“Fuck bro. How much?”

“A few grand.”

Heads all round me nod. What I am asking is a huge risk and could put them and the club in danger. For the next hour we discuss the pros and cons of having a camera spying on us.

“Look take the time you need before making a decision and we get the lawyers to look at their contract. We can stipulate they only film at the studio and the actual filming is only for about six weeks.”  More nods are given with the premise that voting will take place at the next church meeting.

After our impromptu meeting ends it’s not long before the party is back underway. “Do you miss it?” I ask Inferno as I point to the crowd, watching as my brothers gyrate their hips suggestively at their dancing partners.

Inferno squints through the smoke filled room “Nope. Baby Blu gives me everything that I either want or need.”  Yeah, I know that feeling. Shit, I have been away for less than a day and already I am missing Cassie. This is going to be long road trip.

“You and Cassie sorted then?”

“We’re working on it. Fuck Inferno I shit on home turf and got caught. Now I’m paying for it.” The memory of Cassie’s face. Flush with satisfaction from our lovemaking has me smiling. “And I sure as hell, am enjoying the way she is punishing me.”

The look Inferno throws in my direction is hard to decipher. His expression gives nothing away. “You planning on doing it again?”

“Fuck no. I learn from my mistakes bro and nearly losing Cassie and what we might have is one hell of a mistake I have no intentions of repeating.”

As I think about Cassie, Comfort Springs and the future. I turn to Inferno “Baby Blu calm down yet from Trax’s attack.”

With a shuffle of his chair Inferno turns his gaze away from me. “She still bitches about it. Cost me two nights on the sofa.” At Inferno’s answer I give him a slap on the back as I raise from my position.

“I’m hitting the hay, see you in the morning Prez.”

The rest of the run is uneventful. However the detour has added a couple of hours on to our journey, and by the time we arrive back at Comfort Springs, the brothers and I are ready to unwind. Due to the lateness of the hour. I decided not to call on Cassie, but to kip at the club.

“Fuck.” Inferno’s exclamation has me pulling up short behind him as I enter the club. What greets us, puts paid to any plans I had. In the center of the room, the ring from the basement has being placed and inside are Trax and Flynn.

This however is not what has Inferno swearing. In the front row shouting encouragement are Cassie and Baby Blu. A loud wolf whistle has us all turning to the perpetrator. At the back of the room, stood on one of the tables is Rayven, and another wolf whistle passes through her lips. Followed by loud hollers which are directed at the half naked men.

Through the din, no one has noticed our arrival yet. It’s only as we move towards the front and begin to split the crowd. That eyes are drawn from the fight for a moment, to give us a quick acknowledgment. Before everyone turns back to the entertainment.

“Enjoying yourself Mrs Davies?” Cassie’s head swiftly turns in my direction, her eyes are on fire and her cheeks are flushed red. She lays a quick kiss on my lips, before her attention is drawn back to the fight.

“We might as well as head towards the bar and get a drink VP. I do not think the ladies are interested in us.” The hint of laughter in Inferno’s voice has me answering with one of my own. To think I had being concerned about not seeing by lady till tomorrow. All of sudden my tiredness has evaporated. All this male testosterone is going to make my baby hot for me tonight. With the image of Cassie spread out before me, my cock comes alive, and jumps to attention.

The fight last for about another fifteen minutes before Flynn is declared the winner. Now that the fight is over, Baby Blu attends to Trax. Tabby surprises me when he reaches out for Rayven, as she attempts to go to the aid of Flynn.

“Set them up Angel. Those two are going to need them.”

“Sure thing Linc.”

By the time I turn back to watch Cassie as she makes her way over to me. I discover she is flanked by Trax, Flynn and their posse.

“Kiss me properly woman.” Without hesitating, Cassie’s arms link round my neck, and it’s a while before we come up for air. Only to be greeted by a loud chorus of catcalls and whistles.

After finishing my greeting with Cassie. I back slap the two fighters, congratulating Trax on his performance. Fist thumping Flynn on his unanimous win. “Back in five, Babe.” Dropping a swift kiss on Cassie’s lip’s I leave her to follow the others in to the meeting room at the rear of the club.

When I join them in the room, I find Dec strapping Trax’s ribs again. He has not quite healed and the workouts he’s receiving from Fudge and Flynn are not helping.

“How’s he doing Flynn?” The concern coming from Inferno has me eyeing my president. His natural instincts is to protect his son. And if Trax was not up to what had to be done, Inferno will not hesitate to take his place.

“A couple more weeks and he will be fine. Give him a couple of days to rest, then we start again.” For the next couple of hours we discuss Trax’s training program before returning to the party and my old lady.

Chapter 22

“
Need help with anything Cassie?”

At the sound of the voice coming from behind me, I raise my head from the boot of the car to face a wall of muscle. Flynn Roberts has one hell of a body and could lead any girl into sin.

“Eyes up Cassie.” The crinkle in the brown eyes staring down at me mocks the statement he has just issued. Especially when he is lethargically stroking his toned stomach with one hand.

“Flynn you’re not going shy on me are you?” I ask, as I pass him a couple of boxes of ribs I have collected for tonight’s party.

“Wait till you see my ass Cass.” The wink Flynn bestows on me has a slight flush rising in my cheeks, and unable to resist. I study the ass in question as he swaggers off towards the kitchen. Yeah, he has one tight ass. All week Flynn has been tormenting me with his ass and abs. I do not remove my eyes from the piece of male perfection until he has gone inside the club.

“Do I need to beat the crap out of the son of a bitch Cassie?” The possessive timber in Linc’s voice has me wetting my panties. While a shiver runs down the back of spine. Instead of answering him, I hand over a couple a boxes of ribs and a box of burgers.

“Make yourself useful Linc and take these to the Kitchen.” Linc hesitates for a moment as though he is going to say something. However he changes his mind at the last minute as he takes the food from me. This time it’s Linc’s tight ass I study, and to soothe his ego I blow him a wolf whistle causing him to stop in his tracks. Before he turns round to wink at me. Another spike of arousal runs through my body.

For a wicked moment I have a vision of been in between those two perfect male specimens. However a threesome is not my thing, and I file the image away before joining them both in the kitchen.

“Here let me take those from you.” Before I can say no, Flynn has the boxes out of my arms and placed in the fridge. The touch of Linc’s hand coming to rest on my hip catches me unaware. His fingers tightening lightly as he pulls my body into the curve of his. The speculative look in Flynn’s eye as he notices Linc’s hand on my hip, and the underlying tension radiating from Linc, has me switching my gaze between the two men.

Unbelievable. Never before as it bothered me to be held in Linc’s arms in company. Yet this time there is something wrong about it. With a twist of my body I step out of Linc’s reach to collect a cold juice bottle and leave the two men in the kitchen. On my way out, I notice the self-satisfied smirk on Flynn’s face and I am almost tempted to flip them both the bird.

“Hi Baby Blu, Tommy.”  The change in Tommy since Baby Blu and Inferno have taken on his care is amazing. Yet hidden behind the laughter, there are times when you still see the hurt and anger.

“Hey Cassie are we nearly ready for later?” 

“Mm, yep, foods in the fridge.”

“Everything OK Cass?” 

“Sure is, Linc’s bristling and my ego is dancing.”

Baby Blu’s eyebrows raise in her curiosity “Tell girl.”

“Two words Baby Blu.” As the answer is about to leave my mouth I add. “Make that four…. Perfect masculinity, Flynn Roberts.” Baby Blu’s sudden silence and the guilty expression on Tommy’s face has me glancing over my shoulder. Yep, stood behind me is a six foot plus scowling man. As thou I have grown an extra couple of inches. I puff my chest out and strut over to the bar where Fudge is sat, who is silently watching the exchange.

Another set of brown eyes clash with mine. Devil’s Comfort is overrun with dam fine specimens of the male set. Yet only Linc Davies has the power to make me wet my panties and forget who I am. As Fudge leans over to my ear, I laugh into my drink. “You’re playing with dynamite girl.”

These men are my friends and would do anything for their brothers. In all the years I have known them. I have never flirted with one of them. While Linc has been on the road I have spent most of my spare time with Flynn. Unknown to the others, Flynn is recovering from a broken heart and his flirting with me means nothing to either of us.

They say all's fair in love and war and as I study Linc and his scowl I decide to play a dangerous game. I love the bald grumpy man who is heading my way and now I need to know if he trusts me.

“Hi Baby. Have a drink.”

“Cassandra Louise Davies.” Shit I am in trouble. That’s the only time Linc ever uses my full name. In what I hope is a coquettish manner. I slowly walk my fingers up Linc’s arms and smile seductively at him, while holding the bottle against my chin. Over my shoulder I see that Flynn is now in the room and is wearing his T-shirt.

“Linc did you tell Flynn to get dress.” He does not bother to deny my claim, as a growl emits from his throat while I continue to watch Flynn. Behind Linc’s back Flynn is pulling faces at me and I try not to laugh. When Flynn winks at me again, I know I have found an ally in my little game. Flynn Roberts is putting wicked thoughts in my head still.

“You know Linc, if your swimmers are not up to it. Even with the treatment. Do you think Flynn would volunteer his?”

Three months ago my flippant remark would have caused Linc to react rashly. This time, he just burns me with one of his smoldering looks before hitching me over his shoulder as he tans my backside.

“Linc, put me down.” As we approach Flynn, Linc’s voice carries and everyone knows what he has planned.

“Cassie’s needs her rest. We will see you all later.”

Scandalized at his announcement and from all the masculine looks I am receiving, has me hiding my face in the back of Linc’s T-shirt.

“Way to go girl.” Fuck when I get back I am going to kill Baby Blu.

Time to play a little more. With a look towards the unmade bed. “Linc did you change the sheets.”

Just as Linc‘s mouth sweeps down towards mine. “Cass how can you talk about changing sheets at a time like this?” is lost as his lips swoop on mine, engulfing us both in a hot searing kiss. “Fuck Cass, this is going to be quick.” Linc mutters as his hands undoes the clasp and zipper on my shorts to push them down to my knees.

“I’m not protesting Linc.” Linc spreads my legs as wide as the material of my shorts will allow before he guides his hard cock into my waiting pussy. With each thrust of his hips, my backside slams against the closed door. “More Linc.” As I beg for more, Linc’s barrier breaks and he begins to thrust short, and hard into me. The power of his pounding brings me to an orgasm, which takes over my body, leaving me hanging limp in Linc’s arms.

The feel of Linc’s sperm as it trickles down the top of my thighs alerts me to the fact that Linc has also had his own orgasm. The sound of his heavy panting and the caress of his hot breath in the crock of my neck confirms that Linc is not unaffected by our hard fuck.

“Do you think we can make it to the bed next time?”

“Hey Babe I was only thinking of you and those dirty sheets.”

Linc’s wisecrack deserves a reward and with ease I slap the cotton covered ass. Fuck Linc had not bothered to pull his pants down before he was inside me.

Out next bout of loving is long and slow and by the time we drift awake, the sound of the party coming from downstairs tells us we are running late.

“Time to get up babe,” snuggling in closer to the warm body lying next to me, I try to go back to sleep.

“Come on sleepy head. Otherwise the mob will invade the room.” After a leisurely shower with Linc. We finally make it down to a party which is in full swing. Trax has a couple of the clubs whore on his knee and is lapping up the attention he is receiving.

Sundance and Flynn are dancing suggestively with Amber. Twiggy has Silver wrapped round his body. His hands supporting her by cupping her buttocks. Crabby is dancing with Rayven, his arms hanging loose round her waist, while her hands are placed gently on his shoulders. Angel is running the bar while Ant watches from his favorite bar seat.

“So glad you two could join us.” I am in a good mood and Baby Blu’s dig is not going to get to me. “Come on girl let’s dance and leave the men to talk.

Letting the music take over my body it’s not long before I am in the party spirit and Rayven soon joins us along with Crabby and Flynn. Who places his hands on my hips, drawing me close. I do not need any further encouragement and loop my arms round his neck, standing on my toes I lean into his ear. “Linc will kill you.”

“No he won’t darling” The brothers of Devil’s Comfort are known for their overbearing confidence, and it turns out that the man I am dancing with is no different. Time to turn up the heat.

As I maneuver my body round to enable my ass to rest at Flynn’s crotch, I swing my arms up in the air and give my hips a little shake. Yeah, there’s some response from Flynn’s body and now it’s my confidence which glows.

Flynn is a great dancer, and he lets me play my game for a little longer. That is, until Linc appears in front of us and pulls me into his body, holding me close as his hand strokes my back.

“No more games Cassie. I get the message OK.” Sleepily I rest my head on Linc’s shoulder, closing my eyes as our bodies sway to the music.

“No more games Linc. It’s just you and me.”

“You me and the baby when it happens Cass.”

They say you can self-combust and when Linc made that vow, I swear my heart was a beat away from combusting. 

“You need a hand packing Linc.”

“No Babe, I never unpacked.” There it is again. That self-contained conceit. Just as I am about to mention about leaving, a loud crash causes Linc to drop his arms from my waist as he pushes me behind him.

Not wanting to miss out on the action. I peer over Linc’s shoulder to see that Tabby has knocked Crabby over one of the tables and that he is beating the crap out of him. Next to him, trying to get his attention is Rayven. Who is being pulled away by her brother Kent.

Crabby may be smaller than his opponent but his is not laying back taking the beating. Instead he has thrown his whole body at Tabby, knocking him to the floor. The space around the two men quickly clears and no one steps in to the aid of either man.

“Shit Linc are you going to stop it before they kill each other.”

“Nope.”

Another table smashes as Tabby retaliates by knocking Crabby into it and the scuffle between the two men intensives. As the fight progress’s, the dance floor clears and there are only the two men in the middle of the room. Cheers and encouragements are thrown at both men as they throw fist after fist at each other, with the occasional huddle. The fight only ends when both men are bent over struggling for breath, but it’s clear to everyone that the winner was Tabby.

“Come on girl, it’s time to go. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“What about Tabby?”

“He will be fine. A couple of the girls will soothe his ego and I will ask Kent to take Rayven home.”

“OK.”