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 B
Authors: Brair Lake
rubbing the tender flesh. In need of more contact, I shoved my hands under the short dress, and with one tug, ripped her panties aside.
“Tabby?”
“Shush, it’s okay Rayven, we’re merely making out.”
“Rayven?”
“Yeah?”
“Take hold of my dick with your hand.”
Easily showing her what I want, I guide Rayven’s small hand down to my dick. Together we circle the ridged shaft and begin a slow pump. Each time our hands slide down the shaft, my hips thrust my dick further into the circle only to pull back.
“Tighter Rayven, squeeze my dick tight and twist your hand. Pretend you’re holding a dishcloth and you’re squeezing out the excess water. Fuck Rayven, yeah, just like that.”
One more twist of Rayven’s fist has me over the edge and I came all over her lower stomach and hand.
Short of breath, I continue to stroke Rayven’s outer thighs. The slam of the kitchen door draws my attention to the loudness of our breathing. When I look across the yard, I notice Crabby with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, as he stands by the rear door.
“Is it safe to come out?”
Rayven’s squeal and the way, she attempts to burrow her body into mine, turns my contentment into satisfaction.
“Fuck off Crabby.”
Crabby disregards my words as he saunters over to the FatBoy, picking up the open bottle of chrome polish. The knowing smile on his face growing.
“Stop being crass Crabby. How long were you stood there?”
My question has Rayven’s body stiffening in my arms. Fuck, this was becoming a habit. If it wasn’t at the club, it was here. Somebody was always walking in on us. Fuck, one day, if I ever get lucky, they may even walk in on us when I have my dick in her kitty.
“Not long.”
“Why are you here?”
“Kent rang; he wants a lift to the club.”
“Check with Ivy that he’s done his exercises first.”
“Catch you later Rayven.”
“Is he gone?”
Rayven’s soft whisper sends a shiver against my neck. In need of more contact, I tug her closer.
“Yeah, he’s gone.”
“Damn it Tabby. I‘ve got to go back into the house, and you’ve ruined my pants. What will everyone think?”
Junior’s kick, reminds me how we got it into this mess. Tenderly, I rub her stomach to emphasize my point.
“Hell Rayven it’s not like we haven’t had sex before. And besides, everyone knows we’ve done it at least once.”
“Now who’s being crass Tabby?”
Loath to let go of the nubile body, I slap her ass as I rose from the recliner.
“Come on Rayven, we’ve got to get ready for the club.”
Chapter 7
Since the episode in the garden, a truce has built between Tabby and myself. I was still unhappy with our living conditions and whenever the opportunity arose, I would spend time looking for alternative accommodation. Accommodation that was proving difficult to find. With disgust at my lack of luck, I threw the paper to one side. I was enjoying the solitude of the house, finding a peacefulness, which was not going to last much longer.
The screeching of a car breaking, broke the silence of the hot afternoon, and for a moment, I am tempted to sneak through the back gate. An idea that is thwarted when Baby Blu and Cassie stroll into the garden. Both of whom appear to be cool and fresh in their cut off shorts and vests.
“Hi”
“Hi.”
“Tabby thought you might want company.”
“That was thoughtful of him.”
As the words pop out of my mouth. I hope I managed to mask the irony behind them. The women may be wearing sunglasses; however, their frowns indicate that they must have heard the underlying sarcasm. Surprise brings them to a standstill, before they come further into the garden,
“Tabby?”
“Shush, it’s okay Rayven, we’re merely making out.”
“Rayven?”
“Yeah?”
“Take hold of my dick with your hand.”
Easily showing her what I want, I guide Rayven’s small hand down to my dick. Together we circle the ridged shaft and begin a slow pump. Each time our hands slide down the shaft, my hips thrust my dick further into the circle only to pull back.
“Tighter Rayven, squeeze my dick tight and twist your hand. Pretend you’re holding a dishcloth and you’re squeezing out the excess water. Fuck Rayven, yeah, just like that.”
One more twist of Rayven’s fist has me over the edge and I came all over her lower stomach and hand.
Short of breath, I continue to stroke Rayven’s outer thighs. The slam of the kitchen door draws my attention to the loudness of our breathing. When I look across the yard, I notice Crabby with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, as he stands by the rear door.
“Is it safe to come out?”
Rayven’s squeal and the way, she attempts to burrow her body into mine, turns my contentment into satisfaction.
“Fuck off Crabby.”
Crabby disregards my words as he saunters over to the FatBoy, picking up the open bottle of chrome polish. The knowing smile on his face growing.
“Stop being crass Crabby. How long were you stood there?”
My question has Rayven’s body stiffening in my arms. Fuck, this was becoming a habit. If it wasn’t at the club, it was here. Somebody was always walking in on us. Fuck, one day, if I ever get lucky, they may even walk in on us when I have my dick in her kitty.
“Not long.”
“Why are you here?”
“Kent rang; he wants a lift to the club.”
“Check with Ivy that he’s done his exercises first.”
“Catch you later Rayven.”
“Is he gone?”
Rayven’s soft whisper sends a shiver against my neck. In need of more contact, I tug her closer.
“Yeah, he’s gone.”
“Damn it Tabby. I‘ve got to go back into the house, and you’ve ruined my pants. What will everyone think?”
Junior’s kick, reminds me how we got it into this mess. Tenderly, I rub her stomach to emphasize my point.
“Hell Rayven it’s not like we haven’t had sex before. And besides, everyone knows we’ve done it at least once.”
“Now who’s being crass Tabby?”
Loath to let go of the nubile body, I slap her ass as I rose from the recliner.
“Come on Rayven, we’ve got to get ready for the club.”
Chapter 7
Since the episode in the garden, a truce has built between Tabby and myself. I was still unhappy with our living conditions and whenever the opportunity arose, I would spend time looking for alternative accommodation. Accommodation that was proving difficult to find. With disgust at my lack of luck, I threw the paper to one side. I was enjoying the solitude of the house, finding a peacefulness, which was not going to last much longer.
The screeching of a car breaking, broke the silence of the hot afternoon, and for a moment, I am tempted to sneak through the back gate. An idea that is thwarted when Baby Blu and Cassie stroll into the garden. Both of whom appear to be cool and fresh in their cut off shorts and vests.
“Hi”
“Hi.”
“Tabby thought you might want company.”
“That was thoughtful of him.”
As the words pop out of my mouth. I hope I managed to mask the irony behind them. The women may be wearing sunglasses; however, their frowns indicate that they must have heard the underlying sarcasm. Surprise brings them to a standstill, before they come further into the garden,
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