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 Page A

Alzheimer’s he was a mechanic. Ma stayed at home and looked after us kids. Dec you know.”
     
    “No kidding.”
     
    “Stop sassing. Bridget is a couple of years younger than me and when she’s not looking after Pa, she works at the local newspaper office. Iain her husband, runs his own business and they have three kids. Then there’s Joy, she’s the baby of the family, went to college at eighteen and never returned to Comfort Springs.”
     
    “Is she married?”
     
    “Divorced twice. She’s a lawyer and has a daughter to husband number two.”
     
    By now, Rayven is quiet and when I glance in her direction, I see that she is peeling the label off her soda bottle.
     
    “What?”
     
    “You ever been married?”
     
    “No.”
     
    In three years, Rayven and I have never experienced a conversation like this. I liked that she wanted to know more about me. It has given me hope. And one day I will tell her about Liam, I simply was not ready to open this particular wound yet. The last thing I wanted off Rayven was pity.
     
    “Family’s crazy isn’t it Tabby? Your Pa has Alzheimer’s; Momma is a paraplegic and Kent. Well, Kent’s Kent.”
     
    “The club will sort Kent out and he’ll not be in the chair for long.”
     
    “Yeah, what about his drinking?”
     
    “Like I said the club will sort Kent out. Now come over here.”
     
    “Why?”
     
    “I wanna make out with my girl.”
     
    “Am I your girl?”
     
    “You’re carrying my baby aren’t you?”
     
    The eager light died a little in Rayven as she slowly worked her way over to me. By the time she has reached me, my soda bottle is empty and I set it on the floor, taking Rayven into my arms. With a casualness, which belies how eager I am to have her body up close to mine, I loosely loop my arms round her body, cupping her ass with my hands. Rayven did not reciprocate the gesture , instead her hands played with the buttons on my cut. It was not often Rayven touched me, and when she did, I would savor every caress.
     
    “Touch my flesh Rayven,” ignoring me, Rayven continued to fiddle with the buttons.
     
    “What happens when you move on to another girl Tabby?”
     
    The crimson lips are too much of a temptation for me. As I lift her body closer to mine, I swoop down and kiss the tender flesh. Rayven’s legs wrap round my waist, and swing over the seat of the Fat Boy.
     
    “No tomorrow’s Rayven. There’s only today.”
     
    “We’ve got to move.”
     
    “What?”
    Rayven’s confusion sends another shaft of desire to my dick, and as I thrust against her lower body, the bike rocks again.
     
    “The bike, it’s gonna tip if we don’t move.”
     
    Rayven’s head falls back, as she looks up at me through eyes clouded with her own arousal.
     
    “That’s typical of you Tabby. Always thinking of your bike first.”
     
    Rayven’s flippant remark has me swinging her high into the air, as I make for the sun recliner. Without letting go of the minx, we fall onto the soft furnishing. The gentle sway, adding to the rocking motion of Rayven’s hips.
     
    “Touch my flesh Rayven.”
     
    This time, she neither argues, nor hesitates. Instead, her hands slide under my T-shirt to skim over my stomach muscles, working their way up to my nipples. Nipples that Rayven insist on playing with. One hand splayed over the ridged bud, as she thrusts her lower body onto mine. Our teeth clash when Rayven takes the kiss deeper, forcing her tongue into my mouth, as we dual for power, for ownership of the kiss.
     
    Fuck, the blood has drained to my dick, which is chomping against the zipper of my denims. Without wavering, I undo the button and zipper, freeing my dick from its confines. When it is free, it thrusts between Rayven’s spread legs, thrusting against the cloth-covered pussy.
     
    “Shit Rayven, squeeze your legs together. Oh yeah, just like that.”
     
    With each thrust of her hips, Rayven’s pussy clasps against my dick. The material