Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (15 page)

Chapter 24

The moment Ivy called Pumpkin I had both panicked and been relieved. It would have been so easy for her to call Unicorn, then and only then would I have had a battle to fight. It had been hard, walking away from Ivy on Monday evening, especially after the weekend when she had been happy, carefree and oh so complying.

It’s been a grueling week, and having no contact with Ivy while I was on the road, has left me frustrated. Especially the nights, which had stretched out into endless memories. Then Ma’s chewing me out hadn’t helped and I’d thrown out buckets of promises to her. Fuck, I’m nearly forty and she was punishing me. There were repairs, which needed doing around the house, and I’d promised to fix them.

“And make sure it is you Declan and not one of those young friends of yours.”

I can still hear Ma’s voice echoing in my head. Then Ma made me promise to take her to Rayven’s afternoon tea dance classes. How the hell was I going to keep that quiet? And now I’m in the street, singing to Ivy and as I look up at her window, all she is doing is watching. Her hair is tied back, and the plaid shirt she is wearing has several buttons unfastened and I can see the cleavage of her tiny tits, which is making my cock twitch. As I continue to sing, Ivy continues to stare. Then, there was also the small matter of the crowd, which was gathering on the street and the glares I am receiving from the other occupants as they stood by their windows. How much longer was she going to make me do this?

“Dec, you’re putting the tomcats to shame.”

Ivy’s response causes me to smile, as she lifts the window and bellows down. As her ponytail falls forward, the gap in her shirt becomes wider and now I have a clear view of her tits. With a shrug of my shoulder, I continue to sing to her.

“Ivy put the bastard out of his misery before we have to destroy him.”

The smile on my face may be a beam; however, I ignore Adams’ comment as he pulls up beside me in his land cruiser. His head hanging out of the open window, wearing his own Cheshire beam.

“Sorry Sherriff, no can do.”

As Adam and Ivy carried on with their banter, I continued to serenade my woman.

“Hey, Roy, Nashville’s that way.”

Inferno and Linc have pulled up on the opposite side of the street with their old ladies. As they watch the show, a flip of my finger is the only response I give them. Shit, how many times did Ivy want me to sing the damn song?

“Looks like Sour Mash have some stiff competition.”

Twiggy’s snigger as me turning towards the road, where I discover half of Devil’s Comfort have come out to watch the show. I wasn’t moving from my perch until Ivy invited me in. Even if it meant singing all night.

“Dec what do you want?”

“To talk.”

As Ivy looked down at me, I placed the guitar by the side of my leg. Our eyes locking.

“Okay, talk.”

“Inside Ivy.”

Ivy’s gaze roamed over the audience I had gathered, her sweet laughter ringing out.

“Oh, I don’t know Dec. We have an audience and they appear to be loving the show.”

With a laugh of my own, I picked up the guitar and began again, my voice was becoming hoarse and I could do with a drink, but I refused to back down.

“The door’s open Dec.”

Not wanting to appear too eager, I slipped the guitar round on to my back and secured the bike. Once this was completed, I gave my audience a bow and sweep of my arms, thanking them. Fuck after tonight, did it really matter if they found out about the dancing. As I entered the stairwell of the apartment, I was surrounded by the sound of applause and wolf whistles. Swiftly I climbed the stairs, skipping every other one. When I arrive at the apartment, I discover it’s in a mess, with dust scattered everywhere and I was having trouble breathing.

“Fuck it Ivy, are you trying to kill us.”

The window, which had recently been opened and was now shut, I re-opened, breathing in the night air.

“If you’re going to be insulting Dec. You can leave.”

Ivy was standing by the door, a couple of mugs in her hand, one of which she handed to me.

“You should have asked one of the brothers to sand the table down for you Ivy.”

“Where’s the fun in that. Anyway, I love restoring old furniture.”

“I never knew that.”

“What do you know about me Dec?”

As Ivy tilted her head to one side, I studied the woman in front of me. Ivy was right, I knew little about her. I know I’ve pursued her relentlessly, but as a person, I was at a loss.

“Maybe that’s where we should start Ivy. Let’s get to know each other.”

“Oh Dec I know all about you. You are a lying bastard.”

There we had it. The reason for my week of hell and now I had to dig my way out.

“When did I lie Ivy?”

Ivy’s expression of disbelief has me hiding my smile. Okay, I have to bluff a little better.

“Ivy.”

Ivy held her hand up at me as she came further into the dusty room, when suddenly a meow caught my attention and wrapping itself around Ivy’s ankles was the smallest kitten I have ever come across.

“You have a cat.”

“Yes Dec I have a cat.”

This time I didn’t hide my smile. If Ivy has a cat and is sanding furniture down, maybe, just maybe, she’s planning to stay in Comfort Springs.

“Why did you do it Dec?”

“Do what?”

“Damn it. Stop evading the issue and answer the question. Why did you lie about your Ma wanting a break?”

“It wasn’t actually a lie, Ivy. You saw for yourself how hard it is to look after Pa and she deserved a break.”

Ivy’s eyes rolled as she picked up the kitten and sat on the couch. The dust rising caused both the kitten and Ivy to sneeze.

“I wanted you Ivy and I wanted you in Comfort Springs with me.”

“You could have asked.”

“And would you have come.”

“We’ll never know, will we.”

“Ivy I’m sorry about how I got you to return to Comfort Springs.”

“How sorry?”

The need to be near Ivy was making my skin crawl, and has me sitting down beside her, reaching out to stroke the kitten’s tiny belly.

“Sorry enough that I’m taking Ma dancing.”

“Humph, you’re taking your Ma on a date. What do I get?”

“Fuck it Ivy. I just sang to you in front of the whole of Comfort Springs. What do you think that’ll do to my reputation if rival MC’s find out.”

“Never mind the MC’s Dec, I’ll have to fight off the whores and skanks now that they know you’re an old romantic.”

Idly I began to play with one of the loose tendrils of hair. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached over and kissed Ivy on the ear.

“Only for you Ivy… Is that a blush I see?”

“No. Now stop playing with my hair. I’m still mad at you.”

“Tell me about yourself Ivy. What dreams do you have?”

Ma was right. Women do love a little romance in their lives. To be made special. As I listen to Ivy talk, If I had to do it all again. I would.

“Ivy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a hoover? This place needs cleaning.”

“There’s no point Dec, I haven’t finished with the table yet, and then there’s the drawers.”

DCMC

After leaving Ivy’s this morning, an idea had begun to form in my head, and once I reached the club, I went in search of Inferno, only to find him in the office with Linc and Tabby. All three smirked at me as I sat in the vacant chair by the window. Undaunted by their attitude, I swallowed a mouthful of the coffee I had brought in with me. While we chatted and planned our strategy for tonight’s drop off with The Scarlet Runners, I casually ran my idea by the three men.

“Dec, you need to think about claiming the woman publically.”

Inferno has mentioned this several times and each time I’ve dismissed the notion. Another mouthful of coffee, found my mug empty and I place it on the desk, delaying my answer.

“Dec.”

“It’s okay Tabby. I’ll do it tonight after we’ve finished up at The Scarlet Runners.”

“Good, because Ma likes Ivy.”

Ma likes Ivy, I like Ivy, and although he may not be with us, Pa likes Ivy.

The drop with The Scarlet Runners went smoothly and we caught up with business. Since the attack on The Scarlet Runners, Sinbad hasn’t been his usual carefree self, and this is visible, in the somber air at the meeting. Tonight there aren’t any party or general celebrations.

“Has One Owner said anything?”

Mace lifted his gaze up from the beer he was nursing and shook his head.

“Sinbad wants to keep Jonas out of The Scarlet Runners, and now he’s chomping at the bit.”

Jonas was Sinbad’s eldest son, and he couldn’t be more than thirteen or fourteen. Too young to be thinking about revenge and to be joining a biker club. I had nothing to say to this and drew heavily on my cigar. I understood where the boy was coming from. Whenever I look at Pa, I want to get inside his head and destroy the thing, which was destroying the man I love.

“Maybe when he’s older.”

“Yeah.”

Chapter 25

“Damn it Ivy how can you live like this.”

Without raising my head, I carry on sanding the drawer, which is a part of a set of three. Dec has been grumpy since rising this morning. Okay may be having the sander going at seven o’clock hadn’t been one of my better ideas. Yet, since coming into the kitchen, all he has done is grumble, lifting each item off the table to examine it and then placing it back in the exact spot.

“If you don’t like it Dec, you can always return to your place.”

When Dec sent another scowl in my direction, I didn’t bother smothering the laughter, as it broke free. Okay, maybe my ass will suffer for that later, but for now Dec was tortured. I’d already compromised about sanding in the living room and moved to the kitchen.

“Ivy Girl, what’s the point of me being at my place if you’re not there.”

“Then don’t grouse.”

“If I promise not to grouse will you come to ‘Tie Me Down’ tonight.”

Tie me Down was the exotic nightclub owned by Devil’s Comfort which was run by Tabby and Rayven.

“I don’t fancy watching a bunch of female strippers Dec. It's not my thing you know.”

Over the top of his coffee beaker, which he has placed a lid on; Dec threw me a disgusted look.

“If it was ladies night you’d be there.”

From my position on the floor, I return Dec’s look. Damn the man is gorgeous. How am I supposed to stay mad at him?

“If I go, and I ask Rayven to reserve us a room, will you strip for me.”

“Ivy I’ll be more than happy to do a strip for you. And we don’t have to go to the club.”

“Okay.”

Dec’s eyes squinted at me as he searched my face.

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll go to the club, if you promise to do a strip dance when we return. I’ve downloaded The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.”

As innocent as I attempt my smile to be, when Dec raises his hand up, flashing three fingers, I knew I’d earned another punishment. With a last glare, I turned back to sanding the drawer, which is lying on the floor.

“It’s your fault Dec. I now class that as our song.”

I still hadn’t gotten over Dec serenading me the night he had returned from his run. Neither had Dec, but for different reasons. It turned out that several people, myself included had video Dec, and a few copies had turned up on some of the Social Media.

“Witch.”

“Go to the club Dec and give me some peace.”

“I like watching you work Ivy.”

“I would never guess the way you complain.”

“Well, it’s messy.”

“Dec how the hell do you work on your bike without making a mess.”

“There’s no dust with my baby.”

“Go away Dec.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight. Oh, and Ivy, I’ve put a bag in the bedroom. Wear what’s inside it.”

Dec dropped down and kissed my nose before giving me a salute as he left. Whatever was in the bag, I wasn’t going to wear. Damn it, I’d agreed to go to the club. Wasn’t that enough.

Curiosity finally drove me to dropping the sander, and going in search of the bedroom, I find the bag on the made-up bed. A quick glance round shows Dec has also tidy the room. Dec was proving quite useful to have around, since the episode two weeks ago; he was spending a fair amount of time at the apartment. The only downside was his grumbling, however, I was learning to shut those out.

DCMC

When I’d removed the dress out of its packaging, on first inspection, it had appeared to be an inconspicuous black dress and I’d decided to wear it. Now, as I walk into Tie Me Down, I wish I hadn’t or at least put on a pair of leggings with it. The hem hugged my ass and the neckline practically reached my belly button, exposing far too much flesh. To hide the amount of skin on show I’d fastened my jacket to just above the curves of my breasts. As soon as we reached the club, Dec had erupted into laughter when I refused to undo the buttons, and in defiance, I had tilted my chin and popped a couple of the poppers.

The nightclub was busy and there were a couple of floorshows already in progress when we arrived. After Dec escorted us to the VIP area, I was hot, and at the silent laughter I was receiving, I gave in and removed the jacket. Where we were sitting, it was dark and as I glanced round, I realized that I wasn’t the only customer who was half-naked. When I order a vodka, Dec changes it to a tonic water.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because you need a clear head for later.”

“You could have asked me what I wanted.”

“You know the rules Ivy. Now watch the show.”

Really, did the man really think I craved to watch a group of women take off their clothes while tantalizing the audience? Bored with the whole show, I let my glance wonder around the room. The audience were lapping up the shows, caterwauling and whistling at the women as they pushed dollar bills into the waistbands of the panties. The punters sneaking a sly touch here and there while they have their own personal lap dance.

As I continued my surveillance, Silver came over to Dec and whispered in his ear. Whatever it was she said he had found it amusing. Pain ripped through me, a pain which I recognized as jealousy. The whore needed to know Dec is no longer on the market. As I searched her face and locked onto her gaze, I reached across to Dec and cupped his dick and placed a tongue-thrusting kiss on his mouth.

Silent laughter vibrated against my body as Dec deepened the kiss and slid his hand under the hem of my dress, his fingertips, gliding over my pussy. As the kiss deepens, I forget the original reason behind the kiss, All I now crave is the feel of Dec’s body, and seeking his touch, I move closer, rubbing my hips against his. When Dec suddenly stood up, I felt bereft and lean against the seat to watch him, smiling when he held his hand out to me.

As Dec led me towards the stairs, I didn’t care what the woman thought of me. All I cared about was that I had the biker and before the night was over; his cock would be inside me. Not only do I have his cock, I have the biker. When I leave here tonight, the biker will be coming home with me. After all, it was common knowledge both at the club and here that Dec came back to my place every night. As I walked up the stairs, my back became straighter and straighter. The slap to my ass and the chuckle from the biker only increased my confidence. Yeah Dec was mine.

The room, which Dec leads us to, is on the top floor. There’s only one door on this floor, which means only one room. The excitement I had been anticipating as we climbed up the stairs gave way to nervous wonder as I entered the room. This was another playroom and yet it was different to the one at Oscar’s place. There was no horse or St Andrews Cross.

In the center of the room, there was a pulley chain and attached to this was an apparatus, made of several straps. My panties were becoming wet, as arousal beat through my body and I slowly walked around the contraption. As I continue with my study of the room. Dec has begun to remove his clothing, until all that is remaining was his leather pants.

As I watch Dec coming closer to me, my hands reach out for support, landing on the trolley next to the swing. As I search for leverage, my fingers came across a cold piece of metal, which I pick up and notice is a nipple clamp. As quickly as I picked it, I dropped it.”

“On your knees Baby Girl.”

Over Dec’s shoulder, I glance towards the closed door. We were four flights up; I know this because I’d counted the number of flights as well as the number of stairs.

“The door’s locked Baby Girl.”

I shouldn’t be this excited. I should be thinking of running. Instead, I did as Dec requested and dropped to my knees, which brought my mouth level with his exposed cock. Eagerly I licked my lips. Saliva was beginning to build in my mouth. As I knelt, the hem of my dress rode to my hips, exposing my pantie-clad pussy to Dec’s appreciative gaze.

“Good Girl… Safe words Baby Girl?”

“Pumpkin and Unicorn.”

I knew that as we played, Dec would ask this of me several times during the course of the night.

“Good Girl.”

As Dec spoke, he had leant forward and pulled down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts to him and yet at the same time trapping my arms, so that I was unable to move them.

“Open your pretty mouth Baby Girl.”

My mouth is open before Dec has finished his request, and I find the large bulbous tip resting on my tongue.

“Open wider Baby Girl and no teeth.”

When I use my teeth on Dec, it excites and makes him cum quicker that he likes to, and over the last couple of weeks this has earned me an extra flogging. Shit, we have been lovers for over five weeks, and already I was becoming addicted to Dec’s lifestyle. True to his word, he never took the play out of the bedroom. Although Dec was naturally bossy, he was never mean or hurtful. He let me be who I was, whilst at the same time encouraging me to do my own thing.

“Baby Girl, get back in this room and eyes on me.”

As I lift my gaze up to Dec, he guides his cock further into my mouth, only to pull it out again. Soon Dec has a slow, steady rhythm going, never going into far. As his thrusts began to come deeper and faster, I prepare my throat to take his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum began to fill my mouth and by the way Dec threw his head back, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was cumming in my mouth.

Two weeks ago, although Dec had produced a clean bill of health certificate, in the same week I had produced my own. I was also on birth control, yet Dec still has never been in my pussy without a condom.

The taste of cum in my mouth has me swallowing the slime. As the goo slides down my throat, I never flinch. When he is finished, Dec drops down in front of me and kisses me deep, tasting himself in my mouth. When we finally pull away from the kiss, Dec slid his hands to my waist and we begin to rise, at the same time Dec has managed to push my dress to the floor and I step out of it. Every time Dec sees me naked, he always walks around me and tonight is no different.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are Ivy?”

His hand skims over my flesh and I come out in goose bumps as a shiver of desire coats my body. I want to touch Dec, but I know that until we are in bed and cuddling, this pleasure will be denied me. But what the hell, rules are meant to be broken. When Dec’s fingers land in my hand, I grip his fingers and smile at him, while raising my other hand to stroke his naked chest.

“Yes Dec, every day you tell me.”

With a quick kiss to his torso, I whisper to him.

“You’re beautiful too. Right here.”

I have just placed another kiss over his heart, on the butterfly tattoo.

“Okay Baby Girl. Time to step into the swing.”