Fudge's Sprite: (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC Book 4)

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Authors: Brair Lake
managed to get away for the weekend, was sharing a seat opposite us, with Baby Blue and Rayven.
    While we settled in, we decided to leave both doors open. As the late afternoon wore on, we eventually congregated into just one of the suites. As we made plans for our stay, Rayven pulled out a bottle of wine, which she had pilfered from Tie Me Down.
    Amused at her antics, Cassie, gently scolded her.
    “We could have ordered a bottle, Rayven.”
    “Where’s the fun in that?”
    “Tabby will have your ass. That’s what’s wrong with it.”
    A blush, may be gracing Rayven’s cheeks, at Baby Blu’s jest, however the smile she was displaying, was one of pure lust. In amusement, Cassie threw a pillow in her direction, which sent Rayven, flying across the bed.
    “Hussy.”
    “Hey, you can’t hit a pregnant lady.”
    Cassie’s sniggering yelp, filled the room when Rayven threw the pillow back at her, before flipping the finger in her direction.
    “Come on ladies, it’s time to get ready and party. That’s why we’re here.”
    Three fun filled hours later, we were ready to hit New Orleans. This was a first for me, preparing for a night out with female company. As a teenager and only daughter, I never had a sleep over, or spent an afternoon with other females, and by the time we were leaving, I was already slightly tipsy.
    When it came to New Orleans, having lived here, it turned out that Ivy was the expert, and we left it for her to choose our den of iniquity. Which was how we ended up in an underground nightclub, where we found ourselves drinking some kind of zombie drink. As I looked round the club, I now understood, why Ivy had told us to wear corset style tops with our denims. This way we were neither over nor under dressed.
    There was a live band, which was playing some kind of electric rock, and any moment now, I expected Marilyn Manson to walk in. If you were looking for a hook up, this was the place to be. A few nights ago that would have been me. However, since the time spent in the garden with Nick, I have lost the urge to go ahead with my plan. This did not mean I could not have any fun or do a little flirting.
    Offhandedly, I let my gaze roam round the room, and it wasn’t long before I found myself locking gazes with a young man, whose drink was giving off, some kind of vapor. I refused to be put off by the pretentious drink and threw him my best smile. When he began to walk over, a well of satisfaction, surged through my body. Ivy, must have been watching me, because the next thing I knew, I was on the dance floor, and Ivy, was giggling.
    “Hey girl, you can do better than that poser.”
    Another glance round the room, proved to be a disappointment. None of the men here, were a patch on Nick, with his wavy caramel brown hair, golden, tanned skin and a body, which I could spend all day ogling, and tasting. Only to begin with again.
    “Ellie, I believed we were coming here to forget about the men, of Comfort Springs.”
    “We are. Come along, let’s get further into the middle of the dance floor and show these lot how to move.”
    As Ivy and I worked our way to the center, Rayven and Baby Blu joined us. With a waddling Cassie trailing behind. A couple of dances later, Cassie was making her excuses, as she waddled over to a table, which had come empty.
    “Do you think she’ll be okay?”
    “Sure, but I’ll go back and join her, I could do with a glass of water.”
    It wasn’t long after Baby Blu had rejoined Cassie, when we attracted the company of three men, who were a vast improvement from the one, I had been eying up earlier. As the music became more hypnotic, the men interwove themselves into our group, separating us from each other. A quick peep over the shoulder of the beefcake I was dancing with, had me catching a glimpse of Ivy, as she tongue danced with her partner. Rayven was lost in the music, her hips swaying, while her arms were flung in the air. Her head flung back as she laughed. There

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