To Catch A Rayven: (Brothers of the Devil's Comfort MC Book 3) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) by Brair Lake Read Free Book Online
Authors: Brair Lake
alone.
“That baby’s not mine Rayven.”
If Crabby had not turned up when did, I would have been on my own. Instead of taking me straight home, Crabby rode over to his place, where I met his mother. Together they let me cry on their shoulders. Well I cried on Mrs Winston’s shoulders while Crabby went into the living room to watch the game.
For three weeks, Tabby ignored me. Each night I went to the club and stood in the cloakroom, watching out for him. Whenever I did see him, he always had his arms wrapped round either one or two of the whores. His tongue stuck down their throats.
The day Tabby ordered me to move in with him, he had denied having slept with anyone but me since our night. Deep inside a part of me wants to believe him.
“Oh Junior what are we going to do? Humph. Do you think your papa could ever love me?”
Chapter 6
“So what kind of bike is it?”
Little Bird is sitting on the swing, idly pushing her feet along the floor as she looks at the motorcycle. For a change, her hair is loose, tumbling down her back. Her summer dress has ridden up, leaving most of her legs bare and when she pushed herself forward, I would catch a flash of her panties.
“It’s a FatBoy.”
“Oh.” As I continue to clean the chrome work on the bike, I study Rayven from my kneeling position.
“How did you get into bikes?”
“When Dec and I were about three, Pa gave us a battery operated bike each, and we’d spend all our time on them. Ma didn’t mind, she said it was easier than pushing a buggy. And when we were seven Pa found an old dirt bike. He brought it home and taught Dec and me how to repair it. When we eventually had it up and running, we would go down to the lake, and make our own obstacle course. They were good times Rayven. I guess my love of bikes came from the old man.”
As she lifts the soda bottle to her lips, Rayven’s eyes remain on the bike. If I remain quiet, I can almost hear her mind ticking over, as she ponders on her next question.
“Are you still close to your Pa?”
“Pa’s got Alzheimer’s. My sister Bridge and her husband look after him.”
“Oh shit Tabby, I’m sorry. What about your Ma?”
“She’s alive, healthy, and looking forward to the baby.”
“You told her about the baby?”
“Yeah Rayven I did. And you’ll get to meet them all soon.”
“How come you’ve never mentioned your family before?”
“Perhaps because you’ve never taken interest before. Where the hell did you think Dec and I came from?”
When I saw the light come into Rayven’s eyes, I held my hand up “Don’t answer.”
The soft tinkle of Rayven’s laughter blended in the warm breeze of the sultry afternoon. Rayven is all Louisiana. Hot and sultry and making my dick hard. Rayven’s eyes lift from the bike to me. A hungry look in her gaze. Rayven’s facial expression has me wondering, if she is aware of the heated glances she keeps throwing my way.
“Rayven unless you want to spend the afternoon in bed, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”
I watch in delight, as a pink flush rose across her cheeks. To cover her embarrassment, Rayven took another swallow from the bottle. Unfortunately, this conjured up an image of her lips clinched around my dick. Fuck, I need to think of something else, otherwise I will be tempted to tempt the tiny devil to bed. With, what I hoped was a subtle maneuver; I rearrange my junk into a more comfortable position.
“What are they like?”
“What are who like?”
“Tabby get your mind out of the gutter and listen when I’m talking to you.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me lady or I’ll tan your backside.”
With ease, I drop the cloth I am using and reach for my own soda, leaning against the FatBoy.
“So who are what like?”
“Your family.”
“Until Pa got caught up in the
“That baby’s not mine Rayven.”
If Crabby had not turned up when did, I would have been on my own. Instead of taking me straight home, Crabby rode over to his place, where I met his mother. Together they let me cry on their shoulders. Well I cried on Mrs Winston’s shoulders while Crabby went into the living room to watch the game.
For three weeks, Tabby ignored me. Each night I went to the club and stood in the cloakroom, watching out for him. Whenever I did see him, he always had his arms wrapped round either one or two of the whores. His tongue stuck down their throats.
The day Tabby ordered me to move in with him, he had denied having slept with anyone but me since our night. Deep inside a part of me wants to believe him.
“Oh Junior what are we going to do? Humph. Do you think your papa could ever love me?”
Chapter 6
“So what kind of bike is it?”
Little Bird is sitting on the swing, idly pushing her feet along the floor as she looks at the motorcycle. For a change, her hair is loose, tumbling down her back. Her summer dress has ridden up, leaving most of her legs bare and when she pushed herself forward, I would catch a flash of her panties.
“It’s a FatBoy.”
“Oh.” As I continue to clean the chrome work on the bike, I study Rayven from my kneeling position.
“How did you get into bikes?”
“When Dec and I were about three, Pa gave us a battery operated bike each, and we’d spend all our time on them. Ma didn’t mind, she said it was easier than pushing a buggy. And when we were seven Pa found an old dirt bike. He brought it home and taught Dec and me how to repair it. When we eventually had it up and running, we would go down to the lake, and make our own obstacle course. They were good times Rayven. I guess my love of bikes came from the old man.”
As she lifts the soda bottle to her lips, Rayven’s eyes remain on the bike. If I remain quiet, I can almost hear her mind ticking over, as she ponders on her next question.
“Are you still close to your Pa?”
“Pa’s got Alzheimer’s. My sister Bridge and her husband look after him.”
“Oh shit Tabby, I’m sorry. What about your Ma?”
“She’s alive, healthy, and looking forward to the baby.”
“You told her about the baby?”
“Yeah Rayven I did. And you’ll get to meet them all soon.”
“How come you’ve never mentioned your family before?”
“Perhaps because you’ve never taken interest before. Where the hell did you think Dec and I came from?”
When I saw the light come into Rayven’s eyes, I held my hand up “Don’t answer.”
The soft tinkle of Rayven’s laughter blended in the warm breeze of the sultry afternoon. Rayven is all Louisiana. Hot and sultry and making my dick hard. Rayven’s eyes lift from the bike to me. A hungry look in her gaze. Rayven’s facial expression has me wondering, if she is aware of the heated glances she keeps throwing my way.
“Rayven unless you want to spend the afternoon in bed, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”
I watch in delight, as a pink flush rose across her cheeks. To cover her embarrassment, Rayven took another swallow from the bottle. Unfortunately, this conjured up an image of her lips clinched around my dick. Fuck, I need to think of something else, otherwise I will be tempted to tempt the tiny devil to bed. With, what I hoped was a subtle maneuver; I rearrange my junk into a more comfortable position.
“What are they like?”
“What are who like?”
“Tabby get your mind out of the gutter and listen when I’m talking to you.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me lady or I’ll tan your backside.”
With ease, I drop the cloth I am using and reach for my own soda, leaning against the FatBoy.
“So who are what like?”
“Your family.”
“Until Pa got caught up in the
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