by Lake, Brair
“Is that all you’ve got Crabby.”
His laughter causes further tingles as the pulse in my clit becomes heavy, while my tits push against their confines.
“Tell me what you want Apple-Pie.”
“Naked. I want you naked in front of me.”
Crabby pushes himself away from me and with a chuckle as he switches on the music center. The strains of Destiny’s Child Bootylicious began to play and Crabby began to twist his body in front of me. Excited at the show I’m about to receive, I lean back against the couch, and appreciate the body in front of me. His tall frame twisting as he shrugs out of his T-shirt, twirling it before dropping it on the floor. Then he twisted and turned his body until his back was facing me, and he gave his ass a shake. Jiggling his hips as he pushes the waistband of his denims down. His ass is taunt and I sit on my hands to prevent myself from stretching out to touch him. As he pushes his denims down to his ankles, I giggle and gasp as he bends forward to undo the laces of his boots and removes them. As soon as he is naked, I forget how to breath as I blatantly stare at his ass, which is swiftly exchanged for a view of a very hard aroused cock.
Crabby’s finger’s circle his nipples, and I giggle as he pouts and twists. Once more I allow my gaze to drift to his cock. Riveted by the firmness and knowing soon I’d have it inside me. Awkwardly, I shift on the couch as my panties turned wet. Crabby’s hand is now playing with his cock. He is stroking the flesh I want to touch and taste. Yet he continues to deny me that pleasure as he steps out of my range. His own blue eyes were bright. His teasing game changing as the atmosphere becomes electric. Then he breaks into my trance as he sits on the couch beside me.
“Your turn.”
“What.”
“Strip for me.”
“No, I’ll fall.”
“You can do it. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”
And I knew he would.
Hesitantly, I rise from the couch and as I wobble, Crabby’s arms came around my waist and steadied me. When he is sure that I’m in no danger of falling, he leans back against the couch and cups his cock. His eyes devouring me as he appraises me from head to toe.
Confident in the knowledge I was the one responsible for the state of his aroused cock, I give a slight sway of my hips. As Crabby’s eyes become more encouraging, I raise my arms slightly and began to move my body slowly. There was none of the parody or wildness that Crabby had exhibited
My moves were slow and calculating, just as Rayven had taught me. When he groans, I remove the blue T-shirt I’m wearing, and as my hips jiggle, I pull down the front zipper on my short skirt and slowly drop it to the floor. When Crabby licks his lips, I know he is loving my underwear.
“The bra.”
As our eyes lock, I obey Crabby, slowly removing the bra, as I expose my tits to his gaze.
“Now the panties.”
The panties were not removed as smoothly as the bra. In fact, Crabby has to lean forward to assist and as he did. He places a kiss on my inner thigh and I grab on to his head for support. Instead of returning to his original position, once Crabby has my pants removed, he places kisses up and down both legs and once more I wobble.
“Crabby.”
Crabby broke contact with my flesh. His eyes coming up to meet mine. One moment I was standing. The next I’m lying on the floor and Crabby is kneeling at my feet. His fingers stroking my ankles as he raises my leg to his mouth and places kisses on the arch of my foot, before moving to my ankle, my calf. The back of my knee, my thigh. His mouth then moves across my lower stomach. Avoiding the place where I desired him the most. His mouth then moves down my other leg, only coming to stop at the edge of my cast. Shit, I couldn’t wait for the thing to be gone. Then he retraced his steps. His fingers light as they stroke my skin. His kisses, barely touching my flesh. And once more he avoids the one place I wanted him to touch. To kiss.
“Crabby.”
My breathing is becoming labored, and my hips keep rising off the floor as they seek and find Crabby’s lips. At the touch of his lips on my stomach, I once more thrust into him. Opening my legs as he settles his body over me. When he begins to move up my body. I was convinced he was going to take my tits into his mouth. Instead, the bastard avoided these as well as his tongue trailed over my body, moving to my arms. When he reaches my wrists to lick and suckle the inner flesh, I would have sworn I was about to climax. His touch is affecting my breathing and my thinking. And when I raise my free hand to stroke his back. Crabby breaks the kiss, instructing me to put it back on the floor. Hypnotically I do as he instructs, turning my gaze to the ceiling. Maybe if I watch the blades of the fan as they spin, it would distract me from Crabby’s touch. It failed.
“Crabby I want you.”
As I speak, Crabby shuffles his body, his cock pushing against my pussy, but not in to it.
“What do you want Apple-Pie.”
“Your cock… Inside me.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have my fingers.”
As he tormented me, Crabby’s fingers were a whisper of a touch as they slid over the flesh of my pussy, to push against my burning clit.
“Yes.”
“What about my mouth Apple-Pie.”
This time when he speaks, his tongue trails over the base of my throat, coming to the dip at my neck, where he suckles the flesh.
“Yes.”
“Which is it Apple-Pie.”
“Everything. All of you.”
Crabby’s chuckle has my clit exploding as I arch into him, and gently he thrusts his cock into me. My muscles clinging on to his solid cock as he slowly surges in, then pulls out. My body matched his tempo and when he hits my sweet spot, I gurgle and pull at his shoulders, kneading his flesh. With each stroke and thrust, Crabby increases the tempo until I was no longer able to hold back, and I convulse around his cock. My juices squishing over him as he finally convulses and explodes inside me.
Chapter 22
“Shit Crabby, if this is how you act when you’re in a shitty mood. You can come home like this more often.”
We were still on the floor of the living room, Crabby had stretched up and pulled a couple of cushions and the throw off the back of the couch over us, and he was cuddling my body into his. I was tired and I wanted to sleep, but Crabby wanted to talk. His lips placing small kisses on the top of my head.
“Did you speak to Laura.”
“I did.”
As I answer Crabby, I sense my body going stiff. It hadn’t been a pleasant meeting and I hadn’t come away unscathed. The morning Crabby had left for his road trip, I had dressed and arranged to meet Sugar Jay for breakfast. The sweet girl had called by the apartment and then driven over to Sammy’s Café. The parking lot had been eerily quiet, with only around a half dozen motorbikes taking up the parking lot. As I was climbing out of Sugar Jay’s pink compact, Ant, was pulling in and he waved over, which we returned. The smile I had offered him, had been halfhearted. I knew what this road trip was about, and all I wanted, was Crabby to come home quickly and safely.
The size of Sugar Jay’s breakfast has me looking at her plate twice, wondering where she was going to put everything.
“I’m eating for two.”
“Going by that plate, I’d have said four.”
“Wait till you're pregnant and see if you eat any differently.”
With a pat to Sugar Jay’s hand, I smile blandly at her. Crabby and I have decided we would wait a few years before having kids. I have collage and nursing school to finish first. Then I want to work before we have any kids. In my reckoning that meant I have at least ten years to go before I have to eat the vast amount before Sugar Jay.
“Never mind me and kids. What’s going on between you and Sundance.”
When Sugar Jay drops her gaze to her food, and begins to prod the potatoes with a fork, I knew I had spoken out of tune, and my own smile dropped.
“Sugar Jay.”
“Nothing happening Emily. We scream at each other. Ho
wever, he has finally acknowledged that the baby is his.”
“That’s a start right.”
“Shit, Emily, I told him I loved him, and he laughed in my face. He said I didn’t know what love was. Because I’d run away with that other biker, he said I was fickle. Shit Emily I gave Sundance my virginity, which was a lot more than I did with the other guy.”
Slowly Sugar Jay shook her head. Her gaze on the street as she watched a biker go into Linc the Ink.
“I rang Bastion and asked if I could go home.”
“What did he say.”
“He didn’t say anything. However, I could hear the disappointment in his voice as he said he’d ring Twiggy.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“Do you think so.”
“Hey, I’m not a politician so you can trust me.”
“Thanks Emily, I’m going to miss you.”
“No you won’t. Because I’ll never be out of your hair… Look can you drop me off at Momma’s.”
“Sure. Do you want me to wait?”
“No Luke can take me home.”
MSD
“Momma.”
“I’ll just get some coffee Emily.”
“I can do that.”
“No, sit down, I’ll not be long.”
I was in my home, and I felt like an interloper. Nervously, I glanced around the room while Momma went and made the coffee. It’s hard to believe, it’s only been just over a month since I moved out. Yet the place seems strange. The family photographs were still in their usual places. At the window is a mahogany table with a vase of fresh cut flowers. As I stare at them, I wonder if they are from Teddy.
I was becoming used to Momma and Teddy being an item. It was still strange. But my way of thinking is, if I can cope with Momma’s relationship. Well, she can damn well accept mine and Crabby’s.
“Ah, Emily, there’s one expression I haven’t missed.”
“What do you mean.”
“Your battle look. Is that what we’re going to have Emily. A battle.”
With a deep sigh, I lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees and quietly I blow the air out of my mouth.
“Let’s not fight Momma.”
“Emily I don’t want to fight. I want my family back.”
“We’ve not gone anywhere Momma. We’re all right here, and we have no plans of leaving Comfort Springs.”
“Is that a promise.”
“I can’t for the others Momma, but I doubt they have any plans to leave. However, I promise I will not be leaving Comfort Springs.”
Momma gave a shoulder shrug as she rolled over to the window. Her fingers’ playing with the leaves of the flowers.
“What about you and Crabby.”
“I love him Momma, and I would like your blessing.”
“I just cannot forget you’ve been hurt twice because of him and the club Emily.”
Momma’s eyes were on my leg.
“Momma, Crabby would and will do anything for me. Anyway, now that he’s back, I doubt anything will happen to me again.”
“Emily if he’s so perfect, why didn’t you mention you were getting married?”
“Maybe because I knew how you would react.”
Momma didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she came over to me. Blue sad eyes stare at me and my hand clutches the soft cushion.
“I have two daughters Emily, and both have denied me a fancy wedding.”
“Rayven had a big party at the club. I’m sure Crabby will sort something out.”
“It’s not the same Emily. I wanted you both to have what I didn’t have. You know, the dress and stuff.”
Impulsively I wrap my arms around Momma’s neck, hugging her as tight as I can.
“The dress doesn’t matter. We got married Momma, and I wouldn’t change the way we did it. Not for anyone. How about when Crabby comes home, we all go out for dinner. Hey, even Teddy can come.”
Momma’s hand was stroking my hair, when suddenly she cups my face in her hands, and I hug her wrists.
“I love you Emily and all I want is for you to be happy. If Crabby makes you as happy as Tabby makes Rayven then I’ll be happy.”
“He’s encouraging me to stay on at school, and to get my nursing degree Momma. He’s a good man.”
“I guess he did save your life.”
“Not once Momma. But twice.”
“And you promise you won’t be leaving Comfort Springs.”
“How many times do I have to promise. I’ll always be here.”
As I finish telling Crabby about my visit, His hand has slowed down in there stroking, and with a worried frown, I glance up at him.
“Crabby.”
“I’m happy for you Emily.”
Crabby never calls me Emily, and I find myself rising above him to look down.
“I thought… I don’t know… I expected a happier reaction.”
“What did you expect. Do you want me to get up and dance? Shit Emily you make it up with your Momma. An argument which was over something stupid, and now you’ve made her some kind of stupid promise about never leaving Comfort Springs…”
Crabby’s attitude has left me staring at him as he scrambles with his socks and denims. Next he is putting his boots on. And I have no idea how to handle the situation.
“I’m going to the club. I’ll be back later.”
“Run Crabby why not. But, fuck, what the hell have I done.”
“That’s just it Emily. You haven’t done anything. For five years you waited for me. And now you’re still willing to put your life on hold for someone else.”
The door slammed behind Crabby and I manage to scramble onto the couch, the throw wrapped around my body, still puzzled by Crabby’s attitude, I went over our conversation once more.
Chapter 23
The whisky had been nursing in my hand for several minutes and with one last shrug I swallow the warm liquid. The burn as it slid down my throat caused me to shudder as I hold my empty glass to Angel.
“I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
Trax has come to stand beside, and he too was nursing a whisky as he surveyed the room.
“Never plan Trax. They never work out.”
Trax smiled as he gave me his full attention.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to smooth over what every problem you and Apple-Pie have. Now come on, let’s celebrate. That was a good run we had.”
Slugging back the remainder of the whisky Angel has just passed me, I lean over the bar and grab a bottle, waving it at Angel, who acknowledge the action with a slight tilt of her head as she chatted to Ant. Instead of joining Trax who has gone in search of some skirt, I give the room a quick scan until my glance lands on Flynn. Then I release a groan, when Grace comes and joins him. Shit wherever I look everyone is wrapped up in female company. I wasn’t ready to go back home and face Apple-Pie yet. Shit, I’d acted like an idiot. Instead of being wrapped up in Apple-Pie’s body, I was sat on a bench looking at the stars, feeling sorry for myself. Trax was right, the run was a success and I should be celebrating it. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift back.
For two days, we watched the house. Bored with not much was going on. Never too sure if the bikers inside were aware that we were outside. The waiting hadn’t helped my nerves either. I wanted in and I know Dec did as well.
Finally, Davy left the compound with another biker, and Inferno gave us the word to follow and take them if we could. By the time we reach the main road, the four groups had reunited to form into one. Sundance and Trax then broke ranks as they rode up front. Hitting the gas to gain on the two bikers. When the bikers realized they were being followed, they too then hit the gas.
Because of the location of the plantation, the road was free of other traffic and it was not long before we were breaking the speed limit. One moment the bikers were in front of us. The next they had turned towards a deserted lane. This didn’t stop us from following. The miles were being eaten up until eventual
ly Sundance, Trax and Quick Draw were in front of the bikers, making it easier for us to circle them. Crowding them until they finally brought their bikes to a stop.
Inferno and Linc pull themselves into the center of the group, dismounting from their bikes. Twiggy and Dec followed. The Hybrid bikers let their gazes drift around the four faces, but didn’t dismount from their own bikes. Words were exchanged, and from where I was, I could neither hear or make out what was said. What I did notice, was that they remained where they were and watched as Twiggy and Dec returned to their bikes. Only for them to pull their bikes up next to them. With a nod from Inferno who has now returned to his own bike, we head back on to the highway. Yet, instead of heading for Comfort Springs or Jackson, after being on the road for another 57 miles, we turn down a road, which Quick Draw and Fraggle had scouted when they had come to Jackson. Just under another 10 miles, we came across an old shack, and pull the bikes up. As we dismount, Fudge and Trax escorted our companions inside. Dec withdraw a bag from the metal box on his bike.
The room we enter is filthy, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the critters leaving as we stomp over the wooden floor. As I pass Quick Draw, who is escorting Davy, I accidentally bump into the biker. Quick Draw’s eyebrow rose as I sent him a smile. Which is reciprocated when he slaps the Hybrid biker on his back, causing him to stumble once more.
I was just warming up, flexing my hands. The cracking of bone echoing in the room.
“Patience’s Boy.”
“I’ve been patient for weeks Tabby. I think I can last another five minutes.
The clatter of Dec emptying his box on to an old broken wooden table has me glancing over first at him, then at Davy.
“We brought you a gift Davy.”
“You don’t frighten me boy.”
Davy was what, a couple of years older than me, and this time when I smile at him, it is cold. My nose was up against his.
“Well, maybe I should. Because you’re about to pay for what you did to Emily.”