by Lake, Brair
“Crabby.”
My body is shaking and I was unable to breath, yet I somehow managed to focus on Apple-Pie’s lust filled gaze.
“Yeah, Apple-Pie?”
“Did I do okay?”
Dropping in front of my girl, I cupped her face and kissed her long and hard on the mouth.
“That was the best Apple-Pie.”
“Really.”
“Yes. Now why don’t I show you just how good it was.”
As I speak, I lift Apple-Pie off the couch and carry her into the bedroom. Gently laying her on the bed, before crawling between her spread legs.
“Hold on to the bedpost Apple-Pie and don’t let go.”
As soon as Apple-Pie complies to my request, I raise her nightdress so it was resting against her stomach and with hands, which are trembling; I undo the ties of her panties, revealing her pussy. Gasping when I discovered it has been waxed her. That her piecing is on show.
“Fuck Apple-Pie. You are beautiful.”
“Really.”
Her voice is in as much awe as my touch is as I glide my fingers over the smooth flesh. Flesh, which is damp with Apple-Pie’s own arousal. As my finger pushes and parts the flesh of her lips, Apple-Pie spreads her legs a little wider. Her hips rising to meet up to my touch. Reaching over to Apple-Pie I kiss her. The kiss was slow at first and as I rub the smooth flesh of her pussy, I push my tongue into Apple-Pie’s willing mouth. Soon her tongue is matching the rhythm of my fingers and her gentle moans vibrated against my lips. As my fingers became more insistent, Apple-Pie wraps her good leg around my waist.
“Put your leg back Apple-Pie.”
At first Apple-Pie’s leg squeezes tighter against my waist and I thought she was going to disobey me. Then, with another moan, Apple-Pie gradually returns her leg to the bed.
“Good Girl.”
Gently I shuffle my body down until I lay between Apple-Pie’s legs and with her help I have her legs settled over my shoulders, as I raise her hips and latched on to the flesh of her pussy with my lips. Her musky scent hitting the back of my throat has my cock twitching once more. As my tongue plays with Apple-Pie’s pussy, the taste of her sweet cream and the quiet moans coming from Apple-Pie has me increasing the pressure of my touch as I increase the speed of each lick. When I arrive at her clit, I press and suckle on the swollen flesh, gripping tighter on to Apple-Pie’s hips when she thrust against me. As I continue to play with her pussy, Apple-Pie’s twisting and thrusting became more frantic, her mewls filling the room as they rang in my ears.
“Please Crabby… Fuck Crabby I don’t think I can take anymore… Stop. No, don’t stop.”
Apple-Pie’s begging, panting and twisting body has my body craving for release and unable to hold back any longer, I swiftly mount Apple-Pie, thrusting home in one movement.
“Fuck Crabby.”
“Are you okay Apple-Pie.”
“No, I’m not. Just make me cum you bastard.”
With a self-indulgent laugh, I begin to thrust into Apple-Pie’s body. Slow long thrusts to begin with. Thrusts which were driving Apple-Pie mad as she tries to force me further into her. Calmly, I hold her hips as I steadily thrust, increasing the tempo as our slick bodies makes squishy noises in the air.
“Now Crabby. Please.”
As Apple-Pie’s body bucks undermine, my finger found her clit and I press and rub it, Enjoying the feel of Apple-Pie’s body as it tensed and then quivered around mine. As Apple-Pie found her release, I found my own, and with one last thrust in, I came, spurting inside Apple-Pie.
Too tired to move, I remain spread over Apple-Pie, my cock now deflated, but still inside her as Apple-Pie strokes my neck and spine. Her lips were gentle as they scattered small butterfly kisses over my cheek.
“Is it always like this Crabby.”
“I believe we can aim for better.”
Chapter 11
Watching Apple-Pie excited face as she hobbled from tree to tree, brought a smile to my face. A smile which has been missing due to Laura’s tenacity in ignoring any calls Apple-Pie made.
“Come on Crabby. How about this one?”
“It’s too big.”
“No it’s not.”
Slowly I shake my head as Apple-Pie looked at the tree once more,
“Apple-Pie, pick another one. One that we can get through the door at least.”
Apple-Pie stuck her tongue out as she moved on to the next tree, walking around it slowly with her crutches as she gave the tree a slight shake.
“You have your hands full there.”
Turning towards the slow drawl, I find Trax standing next to me. His eyes were alight with mischief as Tommy, his adopted brother approached.
“When did you get back in Comfort Springs?”
“Last night. If you’d been at the club, you’d know that.”
Tommy’s eyes landed on Apple-Pie and he wandered over to her, giving her a tight hug.
The laughter in Trax’s voice has me glancing at him as I raise my eyebrow.
“Tommy declared he wants to be a prospect and I think he forgot to run it pass Baby Blu.”
“Shit, maybe I should have been there.”
“Well, bring Apple-Pie along tonight.”
With a slap to Trax’s shoulder and stating, I’d be at the club later; I went in search of Apple-Pie. Only to find her pointing excitedly at an eight- foot plus fir tree.
“This one Crabby and I’m not taking no for answer… Don’t you agree Tommy?”
“I sure do Emily. It’s the best tree in the lot.”
“Shit Tommy don’t encourage her.”
Deep pleading blue eyes looked up at me, followed by a batch of wet sloppy kisses all over my face. Knowing defeat was imminent, I happily slapped Apple-Pie’s ass.
MSD
“Shit Crabby that’s my first bike ride.”
As I help Apple-Pie dismount from the bike, she flings her arms around my neck and delivered a wet kiss, which I was more than happy to accept and return.
“Come on, let’s go face everyone.”
Apple-Pie frowned as she faced the door, and then wiped her hands on the ass of her denims, before taking her crutches out of my hand.
“Do you want me to carry you in?”
At Apple-Pie’s glower, I snigger before escorting her to the door.
“Ready.”
“Ready.”
This was our first trip to the club since Apple-Pie’s release from the hospital. When she offered me a smile which was as bright as the chrome on my Harley; my heart rammed into my chest. And it was with a new found buoyancy I placed my hand around her waist and opened the door.
Georgie, one of Apple-Pie’s brothers is the first face I see and he is standing with Tommy. My heart lurches and it was for a different reason this time. Since Rayven and Quick Draw have been connected with the club, Georgie has shown an interest in joining. An interest I thought had died when he went to college
“Did you know Georgie was going to be here?”
“What?”
Apple-Pie’s head swung around to mine as she spoke. Her eyes wide as she resumed her search of the room. Only stopping when she locates her brother. Like the other Winters, he has inherited his mother’s black hair and blue eyes. Unlike Rayven and Apple-Pie who only reach my shoulder, Georgie is nearing six feet.
“Didn’t Tommy say anything to you at the tree lot?”
“No… Fuck no wonder Momma won’t answer her phone, she properly things I put him up to this.”
“I doubt it Apple-Pie.”
“Well, I hope you’re right about that Crabby.”
“Hello to you to Rayven.”
“Don’t you sweet talk me.”
With a laugh, I bend down and place an affectionate kiss on Rayven’s cheek. Her face may be serious; however, her eyes were sparkling.
“It’s about time you two showed up at the club. I was thinking I’d have to send a search party to find you both.”
“Rayven.”
Apple-Pie’s startled yelp reminds me how young she is, and as I was about to apologize to her, Rayven stepped in.
“You chose this life Emily. Or should I say Apple-Pie. So you had better pull up your big girl panties and accept it.”
“I love you Rayven.”
With those words, Apple-Pie dropped her crutches, which I was quick to grab and watch in astonishment as the sisters hugged, while all I received from Tabby, was the death stare.
“Hi Tabby.”
“Church: Now.”
Shit the bastard was in a surly mood.
“Rayven you need to keep that man happy.”
“I do. It’s my family who don’t”
“Crabby!”
“Shit, I’d better go.”
Churlish mood or not, I give Apple-Pie a kiss in front of everyone before hurrying to the room where church is being held. The room is packed and as I walk through the door, Sundance and Trax point to the vacant chair between them, behind them, sat Quick Draw. The wicked expressions on their faces caused my stomach to knot. What the fuck was going on.
As I hesitate at the door, Inferno gently taps the gravel, then points to the chair, which I hastily sit in. As points of business were discussed, I sagely nod my head in the appropriate places, hoping and waiting for news on The Hybrids. Instead, my daydreaming was broken by Inferno’s announcement and an involuntary laugh escaped me as my glance drifted between Inferno and Tabby.
“Two names have been put forward for the position of prospect with Devil’s Comfort. Tommy Bale and Georgie Winters… All those in favor raise your hands.”
The vote was unanimous and both Inferno and Tabby groaned as the room erupted into an uproar. When Inferno finally brought the meeting to an end with no news about The Hybrids, I quickly begin to rise from my chair. Only to be halted in my tracks, when a hand lands on my shoulder. With a swift glance over my shoulder, I discover an inanely grinning Quick Draw.
“Come on, let’s go show the Prospects what it’s like to be men of Devil’s Comfort.”
Although I was itching to get back on the road to find the men behind Apple-Pie’s attack, I too was in a good mood at the choice of the club’s new prospects. Shaking Quick Draw’s hand off my shoulder, I return to the main hall, where I find Apple-Pie sat at a table with Sugar Jay, Rayven, Baby Blu, Tommy and Georgie.
“Boys why don’t you go joins Trax, Sundance and Quick Draw by the pool table.”
The two new prospects look at the old ladies apologetically before scurrying off to join the brothers. Who have also acquired a few of the club whores.
“What have they got planned for them?”
Baby Blu’s question may have been idly asked, but her green eyes were twinkling.
“Club stuff.”
“Oh shit I don’t want to think of Tommy of having sex with those skanks.”
Rayven and Sugar Jay’s laughter ring out, and as she raised her drink, Rayven made a toast
“Here’s to the next generation of debauchery.”
“Well little sister welcome to the grown up world. And what’s it like living with Crabby.”
As Rayven teased her sister, I rearranged Apple-Pie’s seating position, until she was sitting on my knee, and stroked her back over the purple thin vest top she is wearing.
Apple-Pie’s gaze finds mine and promptly she takes hold of my cheeks in-between her hands. Planting a long, tongue thrusting kiss into my mouth. When she eventually breaks the kiss, her face is flushed red, and the nipples of her tits are protruding against the top.
“He got me a tree.”
“Who got who a tree?”
Apple-Pie’s illuminated face turned towards Cassie as she sits in one of the chairs recently vacated by one of the new prospects.
“Crabby got me a tree, and when we return home. We’re going to decorate it.”
“Hey Ivy if I get you a tree will you be a good girl for me.”
Ivy’s hand raised to the black velvet collar she is wearing as she smiles at Dec. Her red hair falling down her back.
“Depends on the size of the tree.”
With a carefree laugh, Dec drags Ivy out of the seat she has just sat in.
“Come on. Dance with me while we discuss trees.”
It wasn’t long before the old ladies were claimed by their old men to be taken on to the dance floor. Apple-Pie’s expression as she watched the dancers was forlorn
“What about you Mrs Theriot. Want to dance.”
“What the Fuck did you just call her?”
Shit, I had been so lost in Apple-Pie’s caress and kisses; I hadn’t heard Tabby return to the table. Standing next to him, is a pale Rayven, and on my knee, Apple-Pie flashes me a guilty look. Carefully, I move Apple-Pie off my knee and turn to face Tabby, my new brother in law. He may tower over me by several inches, but I refuse to be intimidated by the biker.
“Apple-Pie and I were married last week.”
The next thing I feel, is Tabby’s fist landing in my stomach.
Chapter 12
“Stop that Tabby.”
As Tabby went to throw another punch at Crabby, I instinctively raise my metal crutch to take a swipe at my brother in law. Only to find a set of muscular arms wrapping around my body as I am hauled off the ground. In shock, I drop my crutches and begin to flail my arms, swinging my good leg as I attempt to hurt Trax.
“Put me down. You oaf.”
“Sorry Emily, Can’t do that. Just in case you damage yourself.”
“No I’ll not. Now let me go.”
“Put her down Trax.”
Turning to my champion, my face drops when I come face to face with the glacial stare of Inferno.
“In the office now. That goes for you and Crabby as well Tabby.”
“I’m coming.”
“So am I.”
Shit, I felt as though I was five years old again as I hobble into the office Inferno has pointed to. As I attempt to get closer to Crabby, Baby Blu and Rayven flank me on either side. In defeat, I raise my head, lifting my noses in the air.
“Now who the hell is going to tell me what the hell is going on.”
Tabby has gone to stare out of the window, while Crabby stands behind me. Rayven has chosen the chair beside mine and Baby Blu places her body on the desk. Inferno’s gaze was focused on me.
“Crabby and I were married last week.”
“And you didn’t tell anyone.”
“It may have escaped your notice. But we are consenting adults. Therefore, we didn’t have to.”
“No Emily, what you are; is a selfish spoilt little girl. I’m spending as much time as I can; talking to Teddy to convince Laura to talk to Rayven. Yet in the last twenty-four hours you and your brother Georgie have set everything back.”
My head swung to Tabby as I glare at the cold rage on his face.
“I had nothing to do with Georgie. Shit, I didn’t know he wanted to join your stupid club.”
Tabby threw his head back as he allowed a hollow laugh escape. Crabby’s hand, which were stroking my hair, froze as Inferno spoke.
“You became a part of this stupid club Emily Winters the moment you married Crabby.”
“Emily you could have told me.”
Guiltily I turn to Rayven, while flashing a side glance at Baby Blu.
“It wouldn’t have mattered Rayven, we were supposed to have gotten married when Crabby was released.”
With a roll of my shoulders, I turn back to Crabby.
“But hey, it didn’t happen. So we did it last week. Nothing and no-one was going to stop us.”
The groan Inferno releases as he sat on the large chair behind the desk has me hiding my smile.
“Emily if you want to be treated like an adult. Then you had better start behaving like one. You to Crabby. Fuck, why didn’t either one of you, come and talk to the club.”
The way Crabby was playing with my hair was soothing the headache, which had begun as a slow thud
when Tabby had punched Crabby.
“Perhaps it has something to do with the fact we know how Apple-Pie’s family and the club feel about our relationship. Look Inferno, Tabby.” Crabby glanced at both men before he continued. “Apple-Pie and I are married. You may not like it. But we are happy. And you’ll just have to get used to it.”
“Have you told Laura?”
From the corner of my eye, I watch Crabby wipe his hand over his head. His eyes coming to land on me as he smiles while crouching down next to me.
“Laura’s not answering her cell when Apple-Pie rings.”
“I’ll talk to Dad.”
“No Baby Blu, I will. Inferno and Tabby’s right, we need to let Laura know and she’ll listen to your dad.”
I love Crabby, yet there are times, when he says the wrong thing. And the one thing I didn’t want, was Ted Jenson involved in my marriage or my life.
“I don’t see why you have to involve Teddy.”
“Maybe it’s because he’s your father as well Emily.”
“I’ve told you before Baby Blu, he may be biologically; but I don’t see him as my father.”
“Well then as part of your growing up process, it’s about time you do.”
Baby Blu jumped off the table, not stopping until she was towering over me, her green eyes blazing.
“Teddy visits you and has acknowledged you as his daughter. Just as I have accepted and love you as my sister. And don’t think it was easy for me Emily. I lived with the same lie as you did.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’ve been thinking about it for five years. Now it’s time to act.”
“Baby Blu she said she’ll think about it.”
“You know Crabby. Perhaps you’ve got what you deserve.”
“Baby Blu.”
“Don’t Baby Blu me Inferno. I’m off to find Tommy.”
Inferno’s laughter was indulgent as Baby Blu stormed out of the room, his green eyes following her lithe body. The door bouncing before it settled in an ajar position.