by Lake, Brair
I hated speaking Emily’s name in this bastard’s company, but I wasn’t going to sully her, by calling her Apple-Pie to him.
“Crabby whenever you’re ready.”
My gaze moved from the Hybrid to Dec, who’s hand was wafting over the instruments on the table. With one last cold smile at Davy, I stroll over to the table and pick up the hammer. This wasn’t going to be an eye for an eye. This was going to be a leg for a leg. The first swing of the hammer, has Davy kneeling on the floor, the second swing, has him flat on his stomach. A position which was quickly rectified when Quick Draw and Tabby raised the biker by his arms and held him firmly as I swung the hammer again and again. The leg was smashed. Not just broken and the sweat has broken out on me. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, and I drop the hammer to swing for his stomach with my fist. My hands were aching, and I was out of breath. The body in front of me was hanging between Quick-Draw and Tabby.
“Let him go.”
The bikers hastily dropped the broken man, who fell to the ground. Once more I turn to the table and collect my next weapon. This time I walk up to the biker, push his head back with the palm of my hand against this forehead.
“If you had left Emily alone. You wouldn’t have found yourself in this mess.”
As the biker looked at me, I raised the gun.
Blinking, I came back to the present and look over the parking lot. I didn’t know what the future held. But what I did know, is that I wanted it with Apple-Pie.
The apartment was silent as I entered, and I didn’t bother to put the lights on. Silently I went into the bedroom and watched the huddle in the middle of the bed. It was too still.
“Emily.”
My greeting went unanswered, and I went over to the bed and sat down, the mattress dipping as I shrugged out of my boots.
“Emily. I know you’re awake.”
“Put the lamp on Crabby.”
I did, then I wished I hadn’t. Apple-Pie’s face was red and blotchy.
“You shouldn’t have cried over me Apple-Pie.”
“I’m always crying over you.”
Gently, I brush her hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry Emily.”
“What did I say that caused you leave like that Crabby.”
“You didn’t say anything. I guess I’m not used to living with anyone… Anyway, it’s great that you’ve made up with Laura, and that you’re still here.”
“I won’t choose between you and my family Crabby. I love you. I also love them. And I believe we can make this work.”
With a sad smile, I ruffle Apple-Pie’s hair, and now that my denims were no longer an issue, I climb into the bed to snuggle into Apple-Pie. The warmth of her body, thawing the chill in mine.
“There’s a party at the club tomorrow night. Why don’t we go.”
Chapter 24
“Apple-Pie.”
Rayven, who was alone, spoke as she greeted me, giving me a warm smile followed by a hug.
“I guess I’ll have to get used to other people calling me Apple-Pie apart from Crabby.”
“I want to say thank you Apple-Pie. Momma called round last night.”
At a commotion at the door, I raise my gaze and watch as Crabby saunter in with Quick Draw. Both of the bikers were looking relaxed, and although Crabby gave the room a glance and acknowledge me. He didn’t come over to our table, instead he joined Sundance and Trax. I don’t know what was showing on my face, but whatever it was, it caused concern for Rayven.
“Are you happy Apple-Pie?”
“I think we had our first fight.”
“About what?”
“Would you believe Momma.”
“There’ll be more Apple-Pie. Just don’t worry about them and think of the make-up sex.”
As Rayven spoke, I silently watch one of the club skanks approach Crabby. Her hand lingering on his bare arm longer than was necessary. Patiently I wait to see what he will do. My blood pounding because I was unable to cross the room and yank her away. When Crabby flashed his teeth at her, with his warm smile, I was ready to throw the contents of my glass over both him, and the skank. Only releasing the breath, I was holding when the skank walked away. Her seductive smile, replaced with a sullen glare.
“They’re removing my cast in a couple of days.”
Rayven’s tinkling laughter fills the room, causing several heads to turn in our direction, and I turn to look at her.
“What.”
My own smile is self-indulgent.
“Well, she had no right to touch what is mine.”
“You’re right, she shouldn’t have. I’ll have Tabby punish her by taking her off Tie Me Down’s rota for a couple of weeks.”
“Thanks Rayven, but don’t bother. I’ll be fully mobile in a couple of days. Then I’ll make my move.”
Yep, as soon as my leg is free, I was going to show the skanks of Devil’s Comfort that Crabby is out of the game. As my gaze followed the blond whore on to the dance floor, I began to wonder if she or any of the other skanks had visited him while he was in prison. Had he flirted or touched them while they sat opposite him as he had done with me.
“Whatever you're thinking, stop it.”
Unaware that Cassie has joined us, I raise my empty glass as I attempt to catch Crabby’s gaze. Thankfully it didn’t take long, and five minutes later, Crabby is at the table with a fresh drink.
“Ladies.”
“I want to dance Crabby.”
Crabby frowned at me, his gaze then shifted to the dance floor, and slowly he took me by the hand as we made it to the dancefloor. As soon as he wraps me in his arms, his hand began to stroke my back. It is only then; I begin to feel safe in his hold. And although my doubts began to fade, I have to ask.
“Crabby.”
My hand is stroking his chest, and through the cloth of the shirt he is wearing, I can feel his nipples firming up. At my touch Crabby drew his body closer into mine, His mouth against my ear, as his hand stroked my ass.
“Crabby?”
“Erm?”
“Did you get many visitors while in prison.”
“Just you and the brothers.”
“What about the girls from the club.”
“Shit, Apple-Pie. Why would any of the girls want to visit me or the prison.”
Peeved at his answer, I attempt to step back so that I was able to look up at him. To look him in the eye.
“Maybe for the same reason I visited and wrote.”
Crabby’s chuckle vibrated against my cheek as his hand continued to stroke my back. His touch and voice are hypnotizing me, and I was beginning to feel like a fool for asking about the club whores. Yet something was driving me on. As hard as I can, I try to ignore the slow burning throb in my pussy, or the way my body was automatically leaning into Crabby’s.
“No Apple-Pie. No one came to visit.”
Crabby released another chuckle as he pulled his head away from mine to look down at me.
“Maybe only you find me loveable.”
“Maybe that’s it. My leg’s getting tired. Let’s sit down.”
Crabby graciously drops the subject as he escorts me back to the table which was now occupied by Cassie and Baby Blu. A quick glance of the room shows Rayven is dancing with Tabby.
The sound of raised voices coming from a table across the room drew our attention. Quick Draw is rising from the seat where he was playing cards with a group of bikers. As he rose, so did one of the other bikers, Little Nose. Little Nose is a couple of inches shorter than my brother, and like most of the bikers in the room, he wore his mid brown hair shoulder length. In his haste, Little Nose knocked over the table and made a grab for Quick Draw who danced back. From here I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Yet whatever it was, it was displeasing to Little Nose, who took another swing at my brother, who once again side stepped it.
“Are you going to stop it.”
Crabby turned his gaze to me and shook his head before returning his att
ention back to the fight. The fight was heating up, and now the two bikers have moved away from the table and were fiercely battling it out on the ground, which has cleared around them. At a movement behind the fallen table, my glance shifted from the fighters to Sundance, who was holding a blond woman in his arms. Her fists were hammering against Sundance’s arms, and I recognized her as Violet Yates, wife of the biker, Quick Draw is fighting.
One moment they were both on the ground. The next Quick Draw has risen and placed a swift kick into the stomach of Little Nose. With one last look at the biker, he turned towards Sundance and held his hand out. Violet took a fugitive glance at her husband before accepting Quick Draw’s. The noise of the club died down, when Quick Draw and Violet left without looking at anyone. Crabby’s quiet “Fuck.” Catches my attention, and I again turned to look at him.
“What’s going on Crabby.”
“I don’t know Apple-Pie. And to be honest, I’m not sure I want to either.”
As he finished speaking, both Inferno. Linc and Sundance have arrived at the table.
“Care to tell what’s going on Sundance.”
Sundance looked at Inferno, his gaze then falling to the battered biker.
“Little Nose used Vi as stake in a game and Quick Draw won. Which actually displeased Little Nose.”
“Fuck. Linc take Little Nose to the basement, then find Dec. No one, and I mean no one gambles a human life on my watch.
“Do you want me to go and search for Quick Draw.”
Tabby spoke quietly as Rayven’s eyes flashed at him. And all I can do is groan into my hands. Momma was going to have a field day if she found out about this.
“No, He’s taken the woman off club land. But we’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
When Dec and Linc escorted the broken biker to the basement, the hush which had fallen, soon began to rise again.
“Crabby.”
My heart is beating, and I was worried about what would happen to Quick Draw. Wondering why he had participated in the game in the first place.
“He’ll be okay Apple-Pie.
“Will he.”
Crabby reached across the table, and took my hand in his, kissing the palm, while allowing his tongue to stroke my flesh. A tingle rose in me, and as I stare into pale blue eyes. The apprehension I had been feeling began to be replaced with arousal.
“Sure, he’s in trouble with the club over the game. But it’ll blow over… Now let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 25
Crabby didn’t close the curtains or head straight for the bedroom when we returned to the apartment. Instead, he switches on the CD player, dimming the lights before taking me in his arms. This was how he held me as we swayed to the music, Crabby ran his hand up my spine, then he would let it drift down softly. His voice gently humming in my ear. Crabby knew what he was doing. He was rising my arousal slowly. The gentle throb in my pussy matched with the gentle pull in my stomach, and the ache in my breast.
Crabby’s aroma is also seducing me, and when I loop my hands around his neck, he nips my neck. Which sends another shiver through me. Yet when I turn my head to Crabby’s for a kiss, he refuses to meet mine.
“Not yet Apple-Pie. Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
With a smile, I snuggle in close to Crabby. I’m always grateful for his hold, and as I turn my head, my glance falls on the wall calendar. Two days and the cast goes. Then I’ll have more movement. More freedom
“Crabby.”
“Erm.”
“I want you.”
“I want you to Apple-Pie.”
“Then why are you making us wait.”
“Because I can.”
“I don’t know why I love you Crabby.”
“Who knows why we love who we love. But I love you too, Apple-Pie.”
Leaning back in Crabby’s arms, which were now cupped around my waist, I smile up at the biker. When he smiles back, I become giddy. Light headed, and wonder if this sensation will ever ease. Ever stop.
“Take me to the bedroom Crabby.”
Crabby laid me on the bed. But I didn’t want this. I wanted Crabby on the bed.
“Lie down Crabby and let me look at you.”
Crabby has just finished pulling his T-shirt off, and was unbuckling his belt. As I watch Crabby strip, I licked my lips in anticipation.
“I need to finish undressing first Apple-Pie.”
“No you don’t I’ll do it.”
Crabby raised his eyebrow, but he climbed on to the bed and lay down next to me. With a shuffle, I sat up. It was with a bit of clambering that I manage to straggle Crabby, sitting on his hips. My leg outstretched, and it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but it gave me access to his chest.
“Apple-Pie. If you don’t stop eating me alive, I’ll be cumming in my pants.”
“Really.”
With a wiggle of my bottom, I tease Crabby, who raises his hips to tease me back.
“Shuffle down a little bit Apple-Pie.”
“Why.”
“Do as I ask. And you’ll find out why.”
Instead of doing as Crabby has asked, I run my hands down his bare arms and link our fingers, raising his hands to my mouth to kiss them. Then I release his hands to plant kisses down his arm before trailing kisses across his neck. The pulse at his neck is beating erratically, and I lick and suck on it. When I pull away. The skin has a purple tinge to it, making me smile in satisfaction. My panties were getting wet, and I gave another shuffle to ease the ache. A movement which fails as the rim of his denims rub against my panties.
As I rub my ass against Crabby, he grips me around the waist, then shuffles my body down until he is able to raise his body to lean against the headboard. Then he bent his head forward and swooped down on to my mouth. The kiss is hot and fierce as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. As the kiss deepens, my fingers find, and begin to play with his nipples. The silky flesh has my fingers flexing as I flick the nubs.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Kiss me.”
“I will when you get rid of your top.”
Blinking, I yank my top off, and unclasp my bra. When Crabby’s gaze drops, and his grin spreads, I lean back, offering him my breasts. Which he gladly accepts as his hands come up and cup the flesh. His touch is gentle at first. Then his fingers begin to massage the flesh, pulling and tugging on the nipples until both nubs are protruding. When he bends down to suckle on one of the hard nubs, I grab onto the sheet and arch my head back, releasing a groan as his suckles become harder.
My hands leave the bed as I grip on to Crabby’s head, pushing my hips down to ease the ache. Again I fail, as it intensives with each suckle Crabby makes. When he moves to my other breast, I was ready to sob.
“Crabby kiss me.”
“I am.”
“On my lips.”
“In a moment.”
“No. Now.”
With a laugh, Crabby flung his head back.
“You’re a demanding little minx.”
“Kiss me.”
Crabby’s lips were on mine. His tongue sweet as it swept the inside, and with an involuntary movement, I let my hands glide down his back, coming to rest on his waistband.
“Remove your pants Crabby.”
I love Crabby’s little snicker as he raises his hips to shove his pants to his knees. Through the flimsy material of my panties, I feel his cock bob as it brushes against me and I attempt to clamp my legs together to ease the ache.
Crabby’s lips touch mine again, then they trail down my throat as his tongue licks my flesh. No matter how close I get to Crabby, it was never enough. If I could, I would have merged our bodies. Lost in the sensation of Crabby’s touch, it came as a shock when he ripped another pair of panties from me. This time I’m the one to giggle into to Crabby. Enjoying the feel of his body as it shivered against mine.
The breath left me when Crabby’s fingers begin to stroke the hot flesh of my pussy. His fingers sliding easily through
my heat.
“More.”
Crabby’s fingers pressing against my clit, then he slides back and the tip teases my opening, probing gently as he begins to push in. His finger is teasing me as he gently strokes back and forth, never going any deeper than the tip.
“Crabby make me cum.”
“Not yet. Let’s play a little more.”
“I don’t want to play.”
“Yes, you do.”
When he removes his finger, I give a sob of frustration, grinding my hips against his. Satisfaction surges through me, as I feel the pulse of his cock rubbing against my pussy. With a wicked smile, I swiftly kiss Crabby on his lips. Then I move my hands down until I grasps his cock where I slowly begin to pump the shaft.
Crabby may want to deny me my satisfaction, but there was nothing to stop me from finding it on my own. With a giggle, I break from Crabby, and lay back, offering my body up to him. With ease I search and find his eyes, smiling as I let go of his cock to place my hand over the flesh over my pussy. Without letting go of Crabby’s gaze, I begin to stroke the wet flesh, pressing against my throbbing clit.
As Crabby’s eyes deepened with lust, I push a finger inside. My breathing became labored when Crabby pulled my finger free to replace it once more with his. His body was now leaning over mine and this time when I search for his lips, Crabby didn’t deny me my kiss. His tongue matching the thrusts of his fingers.
“Crabby.”
“Yes.”
“Make me cum.”
“How.”
“With your cock.”
“How.”
“Put your cock in me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Don’t be a prick Crabby. Just fuck me.”
With a laugh, Crabby raises his body and guides the head of his cock to my pussy. His thrusts were slow and steady, and as I take him in deeper, his thrusts became faster, stretching me. After several thrusts, I find my hips rising as I search for my release.
“Rub your clit Apple-Pie.”
Desperate for my release I do as Crabby requested, and rub the hard nub. As the tension in my body builds, I arch my back. Unable to hold back any more. I let go. My body shuddering around Crabby’s as I find my release. Crabby’s climax soon followed. His breath heavy against my neck.