Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “I’m sure,” he shut me up with a kiss. “Tomorrow, I go in to get it done. And then we’ll start planning.”

  “Planning for what?” I tilted my head back to give him full access to the length of my exposed neck.

  “Then you and me plan the rest of our lives together,” he said, unzipping his jeans and shoving his pants down his legs.

  His underwear soon followed, and the crinkle of foil sounded amongst our deep breathing.

  Giggling when he was about to kneel between my legs, I rolled and sat up, pointing to the bed as I did.

  “I’m on top,” I said, shucking my nightgown up and pushing my panties off, going on one knee at a time to untangle them from around my feet.

  He snorted and hooked me around the waist, falling down to the bed with me, his front to my back.

  “Lift your leg up,” he ordered.

  I did as instructed, bending my leg up and lifting it to my chest as he grabbed hold of his cock and placed it at my entrance.

  I was moaning the moment he worked the head of his cock inside.

  By the time he was about half way in, my eyes were squeezing shut.

  The angle of his cock entering me meant the tip was rubbing against that certain spot inside of me that was sure to make me wild, and he knew it.

  Which was why he was taking short strokes, running the head along my g-spot before pulling back out again.

  “Jesus,” he whispered, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You better find it quick.”

  I didn’t need to find it. It was already there.

  I was just on the brink of it when I heard Emily’s cry from the other room.

  “Dammit,” I gasped, my orgasm waning.

  Apple felt it and rolled us, yanking my hips up so I was on my hands and knees, my shoulders still flat against the bed.

  And he started fucking me.

  Not short strokes, either. Long. Hard. Rough.

  My eyes squeezed shut as that waning orgasm was brought back to life with a vengeance.

  “Don’t know why I would think long and slow would work with us,” Apple grumbled, his hands convulsing on my hips when my pussy started to ripple.

  My orgasm shattered through me, my breath bursting out of my lungs like a punch to the stomach.

  Emily’s cry sounded again, more pissed off this time, and Apple stiffened behind me.

  He grunted as his release rushed through him, causing his breath to leave his lungs.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered, coming down moments later.

  “Already did, darlin’,” Apple teased, pulling out of me quickly.

  I giggled and rolled, scooting off the bed and grabbing my panties from the floor.

  I bent over to slip my feet into the holes, and Apple took advantage of the position and slapped my ass on the way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

  “She’s yours,” I yelled at him.

  “No she’s not,” he disagreed. “I don’t have the tits. You do.”

  I snorted and walked out of the room, rolling my eyes as I got to Emily’s door and saw her staring at me like I’d betrayed her.

  “Don’t look at me like that!” I ordered her, reaching down into her crib for her. “Your daddy’s the one who put you in here!”

  She latched onto my hair as Apple spoke from the doorway.

  “Had we not put her in here, she would’ve woken up, and you would’ve demanded I stop fucking you,” he drawled.

  I tossed him a venomous look over my shoulder and got that heart-stopping grin of his in return.

  “Sit down and feed her again so we can go to bed,” he ordered, pointing to the chair.

  I sighed, then took a seat and started feeding Emily.

  Emily, my sweet baby girl who liked to vomit just for the hell of it, was a grazer.

  She suckled on and off for a bit, like the true snacker that she was. Which meant what it always did, I’d be feeding her again. Often.

  Another reason why she had yet to sleep through the night.

  And was also why Apple had demanded we put her into her own room just a few short days ago.

  She needs to learn that you’re not going to come at the drop of a hat, he’d instructed.

  So that’s what we did. And now I had to wake the hell up completely instead of pulling her from her bed into ours and then putting her back in hers once I was done.

  Granted, it was a little worrisome trying to make love to Apple when she was there, but we’d made it work.

  We’d gotten hella creative, that was for sure.

  “She’s asleep,” Apple mumbled. “Put her up and let’s go to bed.”

  My eyes went from Emily’s cheek to Apple, who’d watched me feed her for the short time that she actually ate before she fell asleep like usual.

  This was a nightly ritual. We’d put her down for the night, and she’d wake up within the hour, demand a fill up and then go right back to sleep for another four hours.

  Hopefully longer tonight, I thought morosely as I laid her down into the crib, then fixed my shirt to cover my breast once again.

  “Hate that part,” Apple came up behind me and caged me in with his arms along the top rail of Emily’s crib.

  I turned to look up at him, placing my hands on top of his.

  “When you cover that pretty titty up,” he teased, rubbing his beard along the side of my face.

  I cupped his chin, letting my fingers trail along the beard that was trimmed down once again.

  I loved his beard. I loved it short. I loved it long. I loved it trimmed. I just loved it, period.

  The way he was wearing it now, a bit on the shorter side, though, was my ultimate favorite. It let me see his face while still enjoying all the benefits of having a beard.

  Like the way he trailed his beard along the inside of my thigh just before he put his mouth on me.

  Or the way he’d rub it against my neck in the morning to wake me up.

  Or the way Emily pulled on it when she was in his arms and wanted his attention.

  Now, with his beard pressed against my neck, our eyes on Emily, I couldn’t think of a better feeling I’d ever experienced.

  This was what I’d been searching for my entire life.

  Something I’d always wanted but had never had, not even with my parents.

  No, this was something not everyone got. Something so special that you remembered it, thought back on it, for years to come. This one special moment in time would be forever ingrained in my memory.

  “You ready for bed, baby?” He asked when he sensed I wasn’t going to reply to his earlier comment.

  I nodded.

  “I am.”

  And as I laid in Apple’s arms that night, thinking about how much my life had changed for the better, I sent a silent prayer up to the sky.

  Thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted in life. Watch over them, please.

  And three hours and fifty-seven minutes later, after feeding Emily, I came back to bed and curled back into Apple’s arms.

  Everything was right in my world.

  ***

  Jake

  I narrowed my eyes as my woman curled into another man’s arms.

  Crying and moaning sounded from beside me, and I turned to glare at the bitch that most certainly was not Kitt but would do for now.

  “Shut it, bitch,” I hissed, liking the way her mascara smeared when she cried.

  She swallowed convulsively, but the tears still fell, and I smiled.

  “You want me?” I stood up and stalked in her direction.

  She started to shake her head, but I grabbed her hair before she could say no.

  As long as they didn’t say the word ‘no’, it wasn’t wrong. That’s what the law said. She’d come here. Sure, I’d invited her here, but she’d come of her own free will.

  Now she was going to take me until I forgot about Kitt and that filthy fucker’s
hands on her.

  But as I fucked Marlene, or was it Judy, I made sure to watch the screen as Kitt slept.

  As long as she was in my line of sight, it would be okay.

  Chapter 21

  I take super hot showers because I like to practice burning in hell.

  -Kitt to Ridley

  Kitt

  The next day I waved goodbye to my brother, who now sported a fucking tattoo exactly like Connor.

  “Don’t bend over for anything!” I called to Ridley as he started to walk down the drive to a truck that held some man behind the wheel that I’d seen before, but couldn’t quite place.

  Ridley stopped and turned, coming back to me to stop directly in front of my face.

  “I told Freya if she wanted to come see you, or if she got lonely, that you’d be here. Watch out for her if she tries to make that connection, okay?” he asked.

  I rearranged Emily in my arms, gently moving her so she was settled on my shoulder before holding out one arm to my brother.

  Ridley promptly pulled me into his arms, letting his scratchy beard—a beard that still looked incredibly weird on him since he’d just started growing it out— play along my cheek.

  I laughed and pushed him away, hating the itch that soon followed that move.

  “I gave some guy your number at Walmart today,” I winked. “Will you be able to answer him?”

  Ridley’s face broke into a grin. “Yes, and it’ll give me something to do.”

  I laughed, which woke Emily up.

  Emily’s head picked up from my shoulder, and she immediately turned to survey her surroundings.

  Upon seeing her uncle, she reached for him.

  Ridley promptly took her from my arms, gave her a small cuddle and a kiss, then handed her back to me.

  Just as I had her settled back in my arms, Apple came out, looking like a badass.

  His jeans were holey, and they looked like they were way past the point where they needed to be thrown away.

  He had a black t-shirt stretched tightly over his chest, and his cut directly over that, denoting him a patched in member of The Uncertain Saints MC.

  ‘CORE’ was emblazoned in red over the breast pocket, and I might, or might not have, salivated slightly.

  Luckily, I was holding Emily who was drooling like crazy due to the three teeth that were coming in at once, so I could easily play off the drool as hers if anyone called me on it.

  “Damn,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes assessing my man and his goods.

  His hair was buzzed, and I found that I liked that.

  A lot.

  I’d seen him cut it last night while lying in bed, but with the early morning sunlight out over our heads, it really showed off his beautiful features.

  His jaw was strong, his eyes hard and calculating.

  The moment he saw me, though, they practically melted.

  “You ready to lose your balls?” Ridley teased.

  Apple’s eyes looked from me to my brother, and his eyes shone.

  “You ready to be sodomized?” He countered.

  Ridley’s grin grew, and Apple walked to him and offered his hand.

  “You’ll take care of her, won’t you?” He demanded of Apple.

  Apple nodded, and Ridley nodded back.

  It must’ve been some guy code or something, because after whatever had just passed between the two was finished, they parted and Ridley walked away.

  I waved at him as he got into the truck and buckled in, my heart in my throat.

  “He’ll be okay, baby,” Apple said softly against my neck, pulling me in just long enough to place a long kiss on my collarbone before he walked to his bike.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  “Riding to the doctor’s office,” he answered back almost immediately.

  I blinked, surprised.

  “You’re what?” I asked. “You can’t do that.”

  “Sure as fuck can if I want to,” he muttered.

  “What about us?” I asked. “How are we going to get there?”

  “You’re not,” he said, starting his bike up and riding away before I could toss in another argument.

  I snorted and walked to Ridley’s new truck, buckling Emily into her car seat before walking around the front of the truck and getting inside.

  I waited for about two minutes before Apple came back, parked next to the truck and got out, an annoyed look on his face.

  He got into the truck without a word, slammed the door shut and started the truck up before backing sedately out of the driveway.

  “You’re just lucky I like this truck,” he muttered darkly.

  I snorted, turning my eyes to look out the window, noticing a car almost immediately parked about a hundred yards up from our house.

  “Do you think they’re broken down?” I asked, noticing the man in the front seat.

  His eyes stayed locked on mine as we passed, and a shiver tore through me at the anger in the man’s eyes.

  The woman’s eyes looked at me pleadingly, and my head notched slightly to the side when I saw the resemblance between her and me.

  “Doubt it,” he said. “I saw them pulling into the street when I turned out of it, and it was idling as I passed it by on the way back in.

  I turned my head to study him.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him again.

  He turned and his gaze connected with mine, smiles breaking out on both of our faces when a loud gurgle-scream pierced the silence between us from the backseat.

  “I’m sure,” he answered, finality ringing clear in his tone. “Never thought I’d get the one kid, and I don’t want to go through that again with you.”

  I nodded in understanding.

  “Just as long as you’re sure,” I reached for his hand.

  He gave it willingly, and we held hands all the way to the doctor’s office that would be performing Apple’s vasectomy.

  He held it all the way up until we shut the truck off, even backing up single-handedly into the parking spot furthest from the door.

  “Is there a reason we have to walk all the way across the parking lot when there were about ten parking spots closer?” I asked him.

  He winked at me and got out, opening Emily’s door and pulling her out, car seat and all.

  I got the bag that was behind my seat, and we walked hand in hand to the office.

  I never really put much thought into how sexy Apple actually was, but as we walked through the hospital corridor to the office where his procedure would be performed, he got not one, not two, but at least fifteen head turns from women of varying ages.

  “You turned the head of every woman you passed since we got in here,” I informed him as we got into the elevator.

  “Likely, it was the patch,” he pointed to his cut.

  I snorted.

  “That’s it,” I rolled my eyes.

  He tossed me a sideways look, and I giggled.

  “More than likely, it was those pants that you can almost see through,” I told him.

  He tossed me a look that clearly said he disagreed.

  “They told me to wear something loose,” he said. “I put these on because I have nothing but knit shorts, and those don’t look good with my cut.”

  I rolled my eyes again.

  The man was vain as hell about that cut.

  He never went anywhere without it, and honestly, it didn’t bother me much. It was just annoying. If I wanted to run to Sonic for an ice cream cone, he had to get completely dressed to do it, instead of wearing his shorts and a t-shirt like any other normal man in America.

  No matter, he was proud as hell of that cut, and so was I. It was a symbol of Apple’s growth. His step forward that changed both of our lives without his even meaning it to.

  So yeah, I was proud as hell of that cut, too.

  “Fuck,” Apple muttered when the elevator d
oors slid open.

  I tossed him a look, one that I hoped conveyed all my love and pride that I had for him and what he was doing.

  We arrived at the glass doors that led to the receptionist, and I smiled wide when I saw a girl that used to be in my paralegal classes before I’d dropped out.

  “Now,” she said excitedly. “I’ve been waiting for months to meet the kiddo that led you out of that hell hole!”

  I laughed and gestured for Apple to turn the car seat around for Katrina to see.

  “Ohhhh,” she whispered, leaning clear out the window. Looking up at Apple, she grinned. “She’s the spitting image of you!”

  I rolled my eyes.

  Like I hadn’t heard that before.

  “There is no questioning whose kid she was at birth, that’s for sure,” I agreed with her.

  Emily, at four days old, looked like her father, no doubt. But at a half a year old, the girl was his spitting image. Blue eyes with the ring of green around them.

  Blonde curls, so pale, that they looked more white than blonde. The curls were so tight to her head that she resembled Shirley Temple.

  Her smile was all him, too.

  Katrina gushed over Emily, who, of course, took the attention with glee. She loved when people paid attention to her, something that wasn’t like Apple or me.

  “Okay,” she said smiling. “Here’s the paperwork. Do you have your insurance and ID?”

  I handed Katrina my insurance card while Apple tried to stuff his large fingers into the leather pocket of his wallet to extract his license.

  While he was fighting it, I smiled and turned to Katrina.

  “How’s school going?” I asked her.

  She winced.

  “Going as well as could be expected, I guess,” she sighed. “I’m done in three more weeks, and I can’t freakin’ wait. I don’t even know why I went into this in the first place. It’s so depressing.”

  I knew what she was talking about. That was the very same thing I struggled with each and every time I went into school.

  “I know what you mean,” I sympathized. “But you’re almost finished.”

  She sighed.

  “When are you coming back?” She sounded so hopeful.

  I shook my head in the negative. “I’m not.”

  Her eyes widened. “But you were so close to finishing!”