Chapter 4
The
next morning we left Bear and the brothers to continue with our journey. Before long, the Harleys were eating the miles up as we passed stretches of barren roads and landscapes. This is a familiar run. One in which we do monthly. And until recently, I had enjoyed these runs. The wide open space. The freedom of being away from civilian and the confines of town life. However, this time, been on the road is providing me with too much time to think. It makes me realize how unsettled our lives are. The sooner we returned to Comfort Springs, The sooner Cassie, and I can sort the mess our lives are in.
By the time we reach our final destination it is late evening. This time there's no Devil’s Comfort, or any other friendly charter where we can stay. Just an old isolated camping ground used by the occasional hunter. One that we have used before, safe in the knowledge that no one will disturb us.
Once the fire is blazing and our rolls are out, we settle down to drink beer and soon afterwards the story telling begins. Sundance, our IT and go to guy quickly has the brothers eating out of his hands. There is no hesitation as he embellishes ghost story after ghost story. Rapidly the night turns to dawn.
Whilst listening to the stories, Inferno has joined me and for a while we continue to listen to Sundance, before he speaks up.
“Everything OK bro?”
“Yeah.”
Turning his gaze directly on to me. “Linc I need you to have a fucking clear head. And today there were times when your fucking mind wasn’t on the road.”
Inferno and I had joined the brotherhood at the same time. Where we did our prospecting together. Back then it had being him and me doing all the shit work. He was both my brother and friend. And on more than one occasion, we have helped each other out of one narrow escape after the other. As a member of Devil’s Comforts, the men you serve with become your brothers. They need to know you have their back. That they can trust you, and this is what Inferno is asking.
I do not answer straight away. Yeah there were times when my mind had drifted towards Cassie and our problems. However I had been vigilant. My eyes were on the road and surrounding areas at all times. Evaluating for anything that looked out of place. Or for any tails we may have gained.
“I hear you.”
Inferno does not answer straight away. Instead he takes a long drink of his beer. His eyes caught by the fire. It is easy to see that he is in deep thought.
“We head out early Linc. We collect the merchandize. Then head back to Comfort. Two days VP. I need your fucking time for two more fucking days. When we return, you get your fucking shit sorted out with Cassie. Just because you fucked up with Cassie. Does not mean Devil’s Comfort fucking suffers for it.”
He is right. The merchandize we will be carrying is of high value, and there is little room for error or for any fuck ups. The last couple of runs may have gone down smoothly. That does not mean this one will go the same way. The one before that, had being the time we had our run in with Black County Stewards MC.
Devil’s Comfort may have dealt with their last President. However his replacement is a mean fucker. It was too quiet. You do not dispose of the President of an MC without expecting retaliation. If we are not prepared for when it happens. Our collateral will be high.
“Devil’s Comfort is not going to suffer for my fuck up Prez. Shit, I’m well aware of what’s at stake.”
Now that Inferno has brought up the problems facing us. I hesitate before asking him my next question. Instead I think what Inferno’s answer could be. “You think Tats and Black County are going to fucking strike us on this run?”
“It’s been too quiet VP. Who the fuck knows what Tats is planning.”
“Maybe we should send Fudge and Trax up ahead. They can do a quick scout of the area?”
“Dec what do you think?”
Dec and Fudge join in our conversation. Over the next couple of hours we discuss, and plan what cause of action is the best way to handle the ride back home.
Dawn is not far off, and as the fire dies down, I call it a night. Climbing into my roll, I study the stars, thinking of the journey ahead, and the possible danger that we might be facing. Yeah, Inferno’s right. I need a clear head, our lives depend on me being able to do my job correctly. As I drift into slumber. The last thought I have, is that one slip can cost us dear.
The return journey to Comfort Springs has our bodies and minds on full alert. Our relaxed posture of the day before has gone. This time we keep our eyes peeled to the roads. Constantly we check for anything that may be out of the ordinary. The bikers are quiet and the only way we communicate is with our hands. Neither do we party when we stop over with Bear and the crew. It is business all the way.
As we approach the last leg of our run, we enter Black County Stewards territory. The tension mounts as we become highly strung. If Black County are to strike. This is where it will go down.
It was a long hard journey home. One that is drawing to a close. Daylight has turned to dusk. The air has become cooler as night descends on us. Soon we begin to see the signs for Comfort Springs. This is not an omen for us to relax or does it mean we are safe. We will not feel safe until we are at the club. Where we can secure everything for the night.
The location of the building, and its layout is ideal for our use. The club is set back from the main town and has its own secure basement. As an added sense of security we only keep the merchandize for a limited time. And in under twenty four hours it will no longer be on our hands.
In the horizon I see the gates to Devil’s Comforts MC Club. With a sigh of relief, I give the signal to the other bikers that we are home. It is not long before we have the cage pulled up at the rear of the club and unloaded. With the merchandize secure in the basement for the night, we leave a couple of brothers on guard duty. Whilst the rest of us head for a drink to celebrate our success.
Chapter 5
Although I
have had four days to prepare myself, I am far from ready for Linc, or our imminent meeting. Hell, I have just spent the last hour trying to find an outfit to wear and I am still standing naked in the bedroom. Linc’s visit has me crashing like a young girl on her first date.
I look a mess. The bedroom looks as though it was invaded by a mob of teenage girls. Clothes are strewn all over the bed, and I still need to decide what to wear. A quick glance at my watch tells me I have about ten minutes before Linc will be here.
Because I need to take into consideration on how I plan to end this afternoon. I am going for a casual sexy look. After all, I refuse to give Linc the impression that I am eager for his body. Linc’s to be the eager one. The one who seduces me into an afternoon of sex. I may not be taking him back. However, there's nothing to stop me from using his glorious body.
A quick glance at my watch warns me Linc is due at any moment. Due to my dithering I no longer have time to change the bed sheets as I had planned. Especially as I am still standing naked in the middle of the bedroom. “Shit, shit, shit.” With another look of distaste towards the bed, and the mess, I grab a pair of denim shorts and a tiger motif black vest. When I hear the key turn in the door, I just mange to run my fingertips through my hair. Before throwing the remaining clothes into the bottom of the wardrobe.
“Cass!”
With a deep breath I take one last glance round the bedroom. A quick peek in the mirror, shows me that I look good. Satisfied, I open the bedroom door and head towards the stairs.
“Yeah, I will be down in a minute.” Not wanting Linc to think that I have been waiting for him, I gather up the dirty towels and clothes to take downstairs. The top of the stairs gives me an advantage and as I peer over the bundle of dirty laundry, I see my man. He is casually standing at the base of the stairs with one foot resting on the bottom step. Whilst leaning against the banister. The way his eyes travel up my body has my stomach doing a double flip. Sometimes I wish I could hate this man instead of loving him.
At six feet two and a mass of body muscles covered in ink. Strangers tend to find Linc’s presence intimidating. Something which he uses shamelessly to his advantage. Today he is dressed in his biker gear of a black T-shirt a leather worn jacket and his vest. The cut clearly proclaims his status as Vice President of Devil’s Comfort MC. A role he had enthusiastically taken on two years ago when there had been a shift in management.
Recently he has taken to wearing combat pants with several large pockets going down either side of his legs. His motorcycle boots cut off midway up his calves, and a thick belt with the insignia of Devil’s Comfort is fastened round his waist. In his right ear there are several piercing. When we got married, instead of wearing a wedding band, Linc opted to have and image of me tattooed over his heart.
Amid everything that we have being through. Linc still has the power to make my heart miss a beat. My one weakness, and the most dangerous part of him for me. Are his rich indigo eyes. This man screams sex and at our first meeting I not only lost my heart but my free will. I was his to do with as he wished.
“Are you going to stand there all day or am I joining you upstairs?” The smile he delivers is all teeth. The image of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood pops into my head as he starts to lift his foot on to the second step.
“Stay where you are. I'm coming.” I do not rush down the stairs. Stairs which appear to be much steeper than I remember. The warm caress of Linc's gaze as it travels from my legs up to the rest of my body, awakens my arousal. This makes me grateful for the armful of laundry I am holding. Laundry which is doing a great job of hiding my body’s reaction from his blatant scrutiny
As I continue to descend the stairs, my stomach comes alive from the invasion of a thousand wings. Wings that flutter against my inner lining. My knees give up as they turn to rubber, and my breasts become heavy with desire. Whilst the pulse in my pussy does a dance to its own song.
When I am about two thirds down the stairs. Linc reaches up to remove the clothing from my arms. With his body this close I can smell his aftershave. The tangy aroma assaulting my senses. Automatically I lean towards him as he leans forward, until his lips touch mine. From the moment I met Linc, he has always kissed me. His moving out six weeks ago did not stop him of the ritual. I know he loves me. But he has hurt me deeply. I do not want to lose him and if it means giving up on my dream of being a mother. I will survive.
Halfheartedly I pull back from the kiss as I finally reach the bottom of the stairs.
“I’ll just put these in the utility room. You go into the living area Babe.”
There he is. Linc has not been in my home for two minutes. And already he is giving out orders. Just as I am about to turn towards the living room I spot his black sports bag by the door.
Coming up short I stare at it “What the fuck is that?” I am aware of what it is. Just as I am aware of what is inside it. In the last six weeks, there has never being any talk of him moving back home. Yet he has the audacity to bring some of his stuff with him. The rising of my temper soon dispels the arousal he has awakened.
In his arrogance, Linc refuses to have the decency to turn round to see what I am talking about.
“Just some stuff Babe.”
There are times when I could do some real damage to that man. And this is turning into one of them. Striding towards the living area I begin to pace, chewing my lip as I wait for his return. I did not have long to wait.
Sinking into the overlarge armchair by the window, the one which overlooks the front yard on to the street, Linc leans his head back, and looks directly at me. Already he is making himself at home.
“OK Babe talk.”
Shit I cannot cope with this. Turning towards him slowly. “Would you like a coffee?”
“Not yet Babe. Let’s get things back on track first.”
Repeating his words to him “Let’s get things back on track. Is that what you just said?”
Standing as far away from his as possible. I watch his body. Searching for the tell tales that show he is not as calm as he appears. His legs are stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles. His hands lay on the arms of the chair. Then I spot it. Although he is hiding the tell from me with his large thigh. His thumb is tapping the inside of the arm. That is all I need to boost my confidence.
With my new found confidence, I straighten my body. This time when our eyes clash. I do not bother to hide the hurt he has caused me.
“You hurt me Linc.”
“I know Babe.”
“No. Linc you don’t know. It was not a little hurt. You ran away. We had a problem and instead of facing it. You ran away. Fast. I could have handled it if you had come in to our home and shouted at me. Instead you ran to your club. And to some two bit whore!” My voice is becoming higher, and I draw in a deep breath to calm myself down.
Making his way out of the chair, Linc begins to pull himself up. “No. Don’t. Stay where you are.” I do not want his arms round me. I do not need his comfort. What I need, is space between us. It is the only way I can think.
“We had one fucking problem Linc. A problem we should have been discussing. Instead, we now have two. The first one Linc we could have handled. This other one. I’m not so sure of.”
In his defeat. Linc goes to the window. Where he watches some teenage boy tinkering with his road bike. Only when the room has descended into a taut silence, does Linc turn back to face me.
“Yeah Cassie, I fucked up, I fucking know I did. But you need to understand Babe, I want to give you whatever you want. But I have being denied giving you the the most precious thing you want. A baby. Cassie, I sure has hell was not in any mood to talk about it after leaving the fucking doctor’s office. With a few choice words, Cassie, he destroyed who I was.”
“Crap.”
“What did you just say?”
“Crap. You destroyed who you were when you fucked that whore.”
“You say you will give me whatever I want. Well I notice that the whore’s still working at Tie Me Down. Give me what I want and get the bitch fired.”
“She’s Tabby’s responsibility.”
“Get me what I want Linc. And at the moment that’s all I need.”
Nodding his head I know he will do it.
“You’re wrong Cassie.” This is said with such sorrow that a vice clamps round my heart.
“Wrong about what?”
“About the doctor not destroying who I am. In all of my thirty two years, Cassie. Did I ever think I had a problem with my little swimmers?”
The lost look on his face has me going over to him. Where I place my hand over his heart. “Linc it’s not the swimmers that make you who you are. It’s what’s here,” patting his heart. “And what’s here,” moving my hand to his bald head. “What is here?” This time I cup his dick, squeezing him tight through the cotton, feeling him getting hard. “This makes me happy. Because of what you can do with it when it’s inside me.”
Linc’s intentions show clearly on his face, lifting his hands to my face, he bends his own. He is doing his thing. He is going to kiss me. Before I can let him take the kiss, I step back.
“If I take you back Linc it’s not going to be easy. Also, it’s not going be the same. Things need to change. I love you and sometimes I wish I did not” Watching his face closely, I see the hurt in his eyes. Over the last six weeks I have hurt Linc in small ways. Ways that count to him and maybe one day I will take that pain away. But not yet.
“OK Cass, we do this your way for now.”
My eyes raise to the ceiling at his statement. As I begin to tell Linc what it that I want, I watch his face.
“I want a baby Linc.”
“Cass?”
“Listen. I want a baby. But for so many reasons now is not the time. Having a baby now will not make the pain go away. I also think that trying for a baby will only add more stress and that’s not healthy for either of us.” This is something I have thought long and hard about. I refuse to give up on my dream. I’ll just have to put my dreams on the shelf for a little longer.
What I am about to say to Linc is going to be painful. His masculinity is his vanity. “I want a baby Linc and when we’re ready. We will have one. There’s more than one way to have a child. If it comes naturally, then we’re one of the lucky ones. If not.”
This time I give a roll of my shoulders, as if to say it is not a big deal. “We can look into IVF or adoption. And you have to come to the counseling sessions with me.”