by Lake, Brair
“She’ll come round.”
With a deep sigh, I place the cell back in my purse and glance over to Quick Draw. I love my brother, and as I search his face, in the deep recess of his eyes, I discover a sadness I hadn’t noticed before.
“Is everything Okay, Kent.”
Kent flashed me a lopsided smile and tugged my curls.
“I’m fine Emily. Guess I’m a little concerned about you.”
“Don’t be. I have what I want. Anyway the cast comes off in a couple of weeks.”
Again he tugs my hair, before moving on.
“Ready to leave?”
Shit, Crabby has snuck up on me, and his breath has vibrated against my neck, causing my body to shiver as my arousal came to life. Smiling up at my biker, I link my arms around his neck, and kiss him long and hard on the mouth. My world tilted as Crabby swung me up in his arms, and I soon find myself in one of the bedrooms at the back of the club.
After Crabby places me on the bed, he takes a step back. Swiftly I grab him by the hand and shake my head. With a rueful glance at my leg, I smile up at Crabby as I pull myself up on the bed.
“Shit, I’ll be glad when this thing comes off.”
“Me too Honey.”
“Crabby, let me undress you.”
As I speak, Crabby drops to his knees. His eyes searching my face, before his lips land against mine. As the kiss deepens, I grip on to Crabby’s hair, pulling his body closer into mine. Tonight I want to look at Crabby’s naked form and reluctantly, I shove him away, causing Crabby to rock on his heels.
While Crabby attempts to steady himself, I eagerly drag his Cut down his arms, then removed his T-Shirt. When he is half naked, I simply stare at his body. No matter how often I see Crabby’s naked form. It is never enough. As I continue to gawk, I lift my hands as I trail my fingers over his tender flesh, tracing the tattoos. Some were old, some were new. As my fingers traced each line of the inks, I find my gaze drifting to his chest just as my hand comes to rest against his beating heart. A heart which is beating to the same tempo as my own. Then I smile and lean forward to kiss the cartoon style apple pie tattoo he has just had done. My tongue snakes out of my mouth to taste his salty flesh. As I move slowly to his protruding nipple. A nipple, I enthusiastically take into my mouth. My hands stroke as much of his bare flesh as they can. I suckle on the hard nub; lathering it with my tongue as I flick and nip at with my teeth.
“Apple-Pie.”
Crabby’s hands were gripping on to my arms, yet I refuse to stop what I am doing. Moving my mouth to his shoulder to lay small kisses against the bare flesh of his neck and chin as I move from one side of his body to the other.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Shush. Let me taste you. All of you Crabby.”
As I whisper against his flesh, I sense the tremor in Crabby’s body. With ease, I rest my hands on the waistband of his denim’s and hint for him to stand. Which he eagerly does. As soon as he is standing straight, I discover my mouth is in line with his cock, and swiftly I dispense with his denims, pushing them down to his calves.
In the last couple of weeks, I have been exposed to Crabby’s cock on more than one occasion, and yet, I can never see it often enough. With a smile of indulgence, I watch it comes to life as it bounces against his body. On impulse, I place a kiss on the center of the shaft. Then I cup it in my hand; holding it loosely as it swells. When Crabby groans, I let my fingers trickle over the bumpy flesh, enjoying the warmth of the blood as it pulses.
“Shit Apple-Pie. Do something and stop playing.”
With a giggle, I firmly take hold of Crabby’s cock and begin to pump his shaft just as he has shown me. No longer was I tentative, but firm and decisive in my movement. When it begins to leak with pre-cum, I rub my thumb over the edge, just as Crabby had taught me. When Crabby grabs my hair and begins to guide my head towards his swollen cock, I release another giggle, freeing myself of his hold
“Not yet Crabby.”
“Apple-Pie.”
The groan/growl of Crabby’s voice has me wetting my panties. Yet I still continue to pump his shaft. Only when I am satisfied that I have played long enough, do I lean forward and lick the salty flesh. Running my tongue the full length of his shaft, coming to a stop when I reach his balls. Crabby’s groans were enough to raise my own arousal. When he gives a shuffle of his legs, I lean further forward to take one of his balls into my mouth. With each lick and suck I make, Crabby’s body jerks. Only when I am satisfied that the man is in my power, do I finally take the swollen head of his cock into my mouth. Sucking on the ball part before taking more into my mouth, only to withdraw. With each suckle and withdrawal I make, Crabby counters the movement with his hand against my head. When I sense the tension building I take him deeper, loosening the muscles at the back of my throat. When he hits the muscle. I tense and wait as he explodes, swallowing as much of his semen as I can. When Crabby has finished his orgasm, he bends down to me and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. His tongue mimicking the actions his cock had just performed.
“Your turn now Apple-Pie.”
As he speaks, Crabby gently pushes me back on to the bed, shuffling me into the position he wants me in. He spreads my legs, bending my good knee and settles himself between my legs. Unlike me, he didn’t strip me of my clothes. Instead, he snaps off my panties, swiping his tongue over the flesh of my pussy. The tingle began slow in my core, building with each lick Crabby makes. As he pushes his tongue against my throbbing clit, my hips rise into his mouth, and I find myself gripping on to the sheets. Not satisfied with the torture his tongue is inflicting, Crabby begins to stroke my flesh with his finger. Then gently he begins to probe at my entrance. This time it’s me who gives a mewl as his prodding and licking became more insistent. When he finally pushes his finger into me, stroking my inner muscles as he pushes in and pulls out, my body tenses. My nerves tingling as the pleasure pain Crabby is inflicting mounts.
“Crabby.”
Crabby withdrew his fingers, and I felt empty. A feeling which doesn’t last long as he surges his cock into me. Eagerly I accept his body, and thrust against his. Welcoming my climax when it came.
As Crabby lay spent on top of me, I idly play with his hair. Awe has left me speechless and all I can do is stare at the ceiling, embracing Crabby’s weight.
“Crabby.”
“Erm.”
“How long will you be away?”
As I ask the question, Crabby’s body froze and he raised his head to gaze at me.
“What makes you think I’m going anywhere.”
“I’m neither blind nor stupid. There’s something going on.”
“Sorry Apple-Pie. I’ll be gone for a few days. No more than a week, hopefully.”
“And when do you leave.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Crabby.”
“Yeah?”
“When did you remove your boots?”
Crabby’s chuckle against my neck has managed to ignite my arousal once more; causing me to turn my head as I go in search of his mouth.
Chapter 20
The alarm disturbed my sleep and reluctantly, I let go of the woman’s body which was sleeping peacefully. Since moving in with Apple-Pie, I was surprised to discover she didn’t sleep much at night. If she thought, she was disturbing my sleep. She would struggle out of the bed and sit in the armchair by the window, and stare into the darkness. If I asked her what was keeping her awake, she’d just give a shrug of her shoulders and tell me to go back to sleep. Instead, I’d carry Apple-Pie back into bed while bringing her body closer to mine. For the rest of the night, we’d lie like this, neither of us talking.
I have ten minutes to get to the club and the sun hasn’t rose yet. Although we have a long ride ahead of us, we should be at our destination before lunch.
“You’re leaving early.”
With a returning sleepy smile, I lean over the prone body and lay a kiss on her morning lips.
“I didn’
t mean to disturb you.”
“You always disturb me.”
“Imp.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Yeah, I’m going to miss you too.”
“Crabby?”
Apple-Pie shuffled back, coming into a sitting position on the bed.
“Yeah.”
“Take care. And don’t do anything stupid.”
With another kiss to her forehead, I break away from Apple-Pie’s hold.
“I’ll call.”
“I’m going over to Momma’s to sort this mess out.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait until I return.”
“No. I can do this without you.”
With one last kiss, I left Apple-Pie to meet my brothers for the long ride to Jackson.
The ride to Jackson was just as long as I expected, It was also a quiet reflective ride. And as pre-arranged, we met Quick Draw and Fraggle, who had ridden up the night before at a rundown bar. The bar is busy when we arrive, and as we stroll through, no one bothers to give us a second glance. In the far corner was Quick Draw and Fraggle. The chair I chose for myself gave me a clear view of the room, especially of the door, where I can watch anybody leaving, or any newcomers arriving.
We are a large group, and I doubt if our arrival has gone unnoticed. Yet no one appears to be making any effort to leave. With one last glance around the room, I return my attention to Quick Draw.
“Their group is growing. When we staked the place out last night. There were fifteen bikes. And they’re the only ones we could see.”
“They were the only bikes we saw anyway. As we returned to town, we discovered a couple more buildings and there’s no way of knowing how many others there are.”
“Thanks Fraggle, Quick Draw. We’ll spilt and take another surveillance run.”
Inferno glanced out of the window before returning his attention back to his brothers.
“When we arrive at the plantation, we’ll split in to four groups. Linc, you take Fraggle and Fudge. Dec, Quick Draw and Chilli will go with you. Crabby, Trax, you go with Twiggy. Sundance, Tabby you come with me.”
Now that we were aware of what we might be facing, we left the bar and rode out to the plantation, which was about a further hour’s ride from Jackson. As we travel to our destination, the roads remain empty, and soon as we arrive at the plantation, where we split in to our pre-designated groups.
“Check the place out, but don’t enter.”
While Inferno and his group take the main road, Twiggy, Trax and I backtracked, while Linc and his crew went to check the abandoned buildings as Dec and the others carried up the road.
When we were about a mile down the road, Twiggy suggested we hide the bikes and carried out our surveillance on foot. With ease, we climb over the high wire fence to check the place out. The rear of the building appears to be empty and just as we are about to return to our bikes, the sound of new arrivals coming up the lane catches our attention. From our position behind a large Louisiana Oak, we stealthily watch as three bikers draw in to the rear, parking their bikes close to the door before entering. Twiggy quickly relays this information to Inferno, who instructs that we are not to do anything just yet. That tonight we were just to spend our time surveilling the place.
As evening changed to night, the air became chilled, and I became frustrated. I’d promised Apple-Pie I’d call her, but I wasn’t in a position to. There are too many ears about. Added to this, I was unsure if my prey was inside that building.
As I once more let my gaze rove over the large house, Trax came to stand beside.
“Things are really serious between you and Apple-Pie.”
“I married the woman. Couldn’t be more serious if I tried.”
For a moment, Trax continues to look at the house, his eyes fixed on the main door.
“I’m breaking away from Comfort Springs and Devil’s Comfort.”
Fuck, that came from nowhere and slowly I turn my gaze on to Trax, giving him my full attention.”
“Have you spoken to anyone yet.”
“Yeah, I spoke to the committee, and they’re going to put it to a vote.”
Again, I incline my head.
“If you want my vote, you have it.”
“I was actually wondering if you wanted to join me. Help to find somewhere to settle and start our own charter.”
“Have you asked any of the others?”
“Only Quick Draw and Sundance.”
“Have they given you an answer?”
“Not yet.”
Slowly I turn away from Trax. Another biker was entering the plantation and by the light of the door, I recognize him as the biker who had kidnapped Apple-Pie.
“I’ll get back to you Trax.”
Fuck, I couldn’t just up and leave Comfort Springs. But what was there for me in Comfort Springs.
As the biker entered the building I rang Inferno, who once more instructed us to continue waiting.
Shit to this. We knew our prey was inside, and there were eleven other men watching the house. With this knowledge I find a quiet spot and ring Apple-Pie. I need to hear her voice, and to hell with the others. Her sleepy voice sends rivers of lust straight to my cock, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
“Where are you Apple-Pie?”
“On the couch, drifting.”
“Drifting?”
“Yeah, I was watching some film, and I fell asleep.”
“Did I wake you.”
“I’m glad you did.”
The slightly out of breath sound of Apple-Pie’s voice, has my cock twitching and I knew what I was going to do next was going to cripple me.
“What are you wearing.”
The slight laughter, is just enough to make me reach for my cock. And with a frustrated growl, I quickly stand up. Shit, I could do with the extra adrenaline.
“A pair of black panties and a grey t-shirt.”
“Anything else.”
“No.”
“Remove the T-shirt.”
“Crabby.”
Apple-Pie’s scandalized squeal has me chuckling as I re-instructed her to remove her T-shirt, which she did this time.
“Now take off your panties.”
The line went silent, and then there was a ping telling me I had received a message, a scroll of the cell, reveals a pair of panties and a grey T-shirt thrown on to the couch. As an image of a naked Apple-Pie rose before me, I released another game. What the fuck was I doing. Still, this didn’t stop me.
“Lean back on the sofa Apple-Pie and play with your titties. Make them come alive.”
Apple-Pie’s chuckle sent a tingle down my spine, and I brace myself against the tree to watch the shadow in the window. Shit, I was about to have phone sex while I was watching another man.
“Where are you Crabby.”
“In the woods.”
A glance around my environment is enough to convince myself I wasn’t lying.
“Are you on your own Crabby?”
Fuck, silently I bang my head against the trunk of the oak. My groan has nothing to do with arousal.
“Shit, Apple-Pie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started this.”
“You can make it up to me when you return.”
“I look forward to it.”
Reluctantly, I finish the call, but only after Apple Pie has promised to dream of me and I once more turned my brothers.
“Fuck, why don’t we just go in.”
Twiggy glanced over with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile, in response, Insolently, I flipped him the finger.
“We wait. Davy arrived on his own. So maybe he’ll leave on his own.”
“And.”
“We take him without any trouble when he leaves.”
Chapter 21
Crabby returned home after being on the road for four days. When he did come home, he had shrugged out of his cut and jacket, then proceeded to switch the television on. That was a couple of hours ago. Since
his arrival, he hasn’t spoken, and neither have I. Now I’ve had enough.
“What happened on the run.”
Crabby blinked as he turned his gaze to me. The beer bottle bouncing on his knee as he rocked his leg.
“What.”
“You haven’t said anything. So I wondered if your plans have fallen through.”
Crabby’s face broke into a smile. It was slow at first, but as it spread, I curled my toes in an attempt to ground myself. I was ready to jump this man. I also thought Crabby would be in the same mood as me after being on the road. Fuck, normally as soon as he walks through the door, Crabby has me pushed up against the wall, thrusting his body into mine. As I find myself becoming hot at the image of a naked Crabby, I give myself a mental shake as wish I had something in my hands, to keep me occupied.
“Apple-Pie. The trip was a success.”
“Then why haven’t you spoken.”
“I said the trip was a success, not that the club was happy with me.”
“You upset the club. That’s not like you Crabby.”
“Stop being sassy and come and give me a kiss.”
“No.”
“What.”
“You haven’t been nice to me. So why should I be nice to you.”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll be extra nice to you.”
Shit, my stomach has gone into spin cycle. I’m supposed to be annoyed with the biker. Yet I have an ache only he can ease.
“How nice.”
“Veeeerrrry….”
“Tell me.”
As I taunt Crabby from my seat, he rises from his chair, blocking the sunlight from my vision. Although his large body is over mine. I neither felt scared or threatened. If I said no. Crabby would walk away. He wouldn’t be happy, but he wouldn’t force me. His lips trailed over my eye and a shiver ran through me, but I refuse to back down.