My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2

by Lake, Brair

  Puzzled by Crabby’s request, I quickly scanned the room. No one was interested in me, or what Crabby and I were doing. All the other prisoners were wrapped up in their own visitors and the guards looked bored as they chatted amongst themselves. Confident no one could see, I pushed my shoe off and raised my foot. My heart freezes when he rubs it over his shaft and I found my toes curling as I attempted to stroke him.

  “Feel what you do to me Apple-Pie. This is what I’m like when I lie awake at night and think of you. In my lonely bed with your photograph, I bring myself what little pleasure I can. I want more than a kiss when I leave here. Can you give me that?”

  As Crabby spoke, my ears filled with blood as the pressure pounded against my eardrum, and his words began to fade. The touch of his thumb rubbing the sole of my foot was causing my body to tremble and I had to squeeze my legs together. My arms came out in goosebumps although the room was warm.

  “Yes.”

  “Be sure Apple-Pie because they’ll be no turning back once you’re mine.”

  When I gave my leg a tug, Crabby’s grip tightened and he pushed my foot firmly against the cloth of the pants he was wearing.

  “I’ve waited for your Crabby, I’m not about to change my mind now.”

  “There’s still five months before I’m released, anything could happen between now and then.”

  Suddenly I reach over and grab Crabby’s free hand, stroking my thumb over the flesh of his palm. There were old callouses on the pads and I pressed against the coarse skin.

  “Nothing’s going to happen Crabby. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

  Crabby’s smile was sad as his fingers continued to stroke my toes and he gave a shake of his head.

  “I haven’t changed my mind Apple-Pie.”

  Apple-Pie’s earnest face brings a smile to mine and idly I carry on playing with her socked covered toes, letting my hand sliding up the inside leg of the denims she is wearing. The socks are short and I soon encounter her soft skin. Skin, now covered in goose pimples. A quick glance of the room shows no one is interested in what we are doing. Why should they be, hadn’t I paid them enough to turn the other way.

  Apple-Pie’s shiver of delight and the bold way she holds my gaze has the blood rushing to my shaft. Fuck, I shouldn’t be touching her like this, especially when there isn’t a thing I can do about it. Yet this knowledge didn’t stop me from touching, or stroking her flesh.

  “Crabby.”

  “I know Apple-Pie. Feel what you do to me.”

  Gently I rub Apple-Pie’s foot over my prison uniform once more, not bothering to hide my reaction.

  “I can’t ease this ache Apple-Pie. Not the way I want to. Not until it’s you and me. Flesh against flesh.”

  Apple-Pie coughed as she tried to pull her foot down.

  “How about some gossip instead Crabby?”

  “What kind of gossip.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. How about Georgie is joining Luke at collage. Or that Ted is still coming round to the house. Shit Crabby, I’ll be glad to move away so that I don’t have to speak to him.”

  “Your Momma’s losing her family one by one Apple-Pie, let her have Ted.”

  As Apple-Pie pulled her foot from my grip, I realized it had been the wrong thing to say.

  “I’m not leaving Comfort Springs and neither is Quick-Draw or Rayven. She still has her family… and the boys come home when they can.”

  “Don’t you think your Momma deserves male company?”

  Apple-Pie’s shocked expression has me hiding my laughter behind my hand. Why did she think Ted visited Laura?

  “That’s gross Crabby. Momma wouldn’t be doing that.”

  Now I am unable to hold back my laughter, which only increases as Apple-Pie continues to frown.

  “Oh Apple-Pie, you’ll understand why soon enough.”

  “You know Crabby; I think what you said about Momma was just to shock me.”

  With a shrug, I leant over the table and hooked Apple-Pie’s hands in mine. Welcoming the feel of her fresh against mine, once more. With a silent groan, I reminded myself, I still had to wait another five months before I could enjoy Apple-Pie to the fullest.

  “Watch them Apple-Pie. Then tell me I’m wrong.”

  Apple-Pie tilted her head, then gave it a rueful shake. Her smile flips my insides. Yes, Apple-Pie is mine, and I send a grateful thanks to whoever sent her to me. My fingers continue stroking the flesh on the back of her hand, and through my touch, I can feel her slight tremor.

  Sometimes, I wasn’t sure which was rougher. Seeing Apple-Pie, smelling her scent, touching her flesh, and knowing it would be another five months before I have the opportunity to experience Apple-Pie in the true sense. Or that at times, I’m tempted to forbid Apple-Pie from visiting so that her presence wouldn’t torture me.

  As I continue to study Apple-Pie. The ring in her lip, catching my eye as she flicks her tongue over it, has my groin twitching. No, I wasn’t going to stop Apple-Pie from visiting. I needed her company as much as an addict needed their next fix.

  “Crabby.”

  “Yeah.”

  “What are you thinking.”

  “About the things I’m going to do to you and your body when I’m free.”

  Apple-Pie’s laughter circles around my heart, causing it to leap. Especially when her hand turns in mine, and she rubs her thumb over my palm. Her foot has come back to rest on my thigh and the minx is curling her toes in the cloth of my trouser leg. More shafts of desire cruised through my body.

  With a smile of my own, I use my free hand to coil around the toes and rub my thumb underneath her toes. My enjoyment as Apple-Pie begins to squirm increases. As my thumb strokes the base of her foot, I realize I am playing a dangerous game. There was no way I could finish what we were beginning, and with one last stroke of her foot. I drop Apple-Pie’s leg from my thigh.

  “Will you dream of me tonight Apple-Pie.”

  “I always do Crabby.”

  Reluctantly, I release Apple-Pie’s hand, and lean back.

  “I hope your outcome has a more satisfying ending than mine does.”

  Apple-Pie leant across the table, and my heart began to beat rapidly when her nose practically touched mine. Her breath whispering against my cheek.

  “My endings are always satisfactory Crabby.”

  Our time has come to an end, and it’ll be another two weeks before I have the pleasure of Apple-Pie’s company again.

  “Will you write Apple-Pie.”

  “I’ve already started.

  The Phone Call.

  I may be surrounded by people. People who love me, yet I still manage to feel isolated. Over in the far corner, underneath the Magnolia tree, momma is waving at me. Next to her stands my father, Ted Jenson. Since discovering our connection nearly four years ago, I wouldn’t have said our relationship has progressed, or that we share the same bond as he does with his other daughter, Baby Blu.

  Hastily I scanned the yard looking for a means of escape, when my cell began to ring. A look at the caller ID shows the number to be blocked and just as I was about to hit decline, Sundance whispered in my ear.

  “Answer it.”

  Then he was gone. Another look around the yard shows no one was interested in my call and because I was bored, I answered. After all, what did I have to lose?

  “Hello.”

  “Happy Birthday Apple Pie.”

  My heart leaped as my hand gripped the phone tighter and I gave a furtive glance around the yard. Terrified someone could hear.

  “Crabby.”

  My voice was a squeaky whisper, not daring to breathe, in case I woke from some sleep state I had fallen into.

  “Yes Apple-Pie.”

  This wasn’t one of our pre-arranged calls. And when he did ring, either Tabby or Inferno would be close by, watching and listening. Not wanting to miss out on our time alone, I quickly discovered that both of my brother-in-laws were busy with their wives, Rayven and Baby B
lu.

  Although I had sauntered over to an empty part of the yard, I still didn’t have the privacy I wanted with Crabby.

  “How long do we have Crabby?”

  All my calls with the biker were always too brief, over before they have begun. The line was silent, and for a moment, I thought I had lost him. Then his voice crackled over the line.

  “We have a couple of minutes Apple-Pie.”

  As I listened to Crabby’s voice, I closed my eyes and in my head, I can smell him. The sandalwood aftershave he uses is drowning out my senses. Silently I moan. I want to reach out and touch the man. To feel his skin against mine and to taste his kiss. Not the brotherly ones he used to plant on my forehead when we first met. But to kiss him as his woman.

  Patiently I have waited for my man, denying myself the touch of someone else. The nights were the worst. Where I’d lay in bed, dreaming of his body, only to wake in a cold sweat. An ache in my body, which was left unsatisfied.

  “Apple-Pie.”

  Shit, I was wasting time daydreaming instead of talking to the man I love. Yet I was unable to find my tongue, or to vocalize what I wanted to say to him.

  “Crabby. How?”

  “How what?”

  “How are you making this call?”

  My toes curled and my stomach flipped when his deep chuckle reached out and caressed my flesh. For a moment, I forgot we were separated by a couple of hundred miles. Again, there was that chuckle. Okay, so it was a silly question.

  “How’s the party Apple-Pie?”

  “Boring.”

  “Parties are never boring Apple-Pie.”

  “They are when you’re not here.”

  “I’ll be there for your next one.”

  Crabby’s words brought a smile to my face. Not a halfhearted obliging smile, but a full beaming one, which caused my cheeks to ache. Soon we’d be together. It was only as my eyes landed on Tabby, that my enthusiasm faded slightly. I am fully aware that the people at this gathering weren’t happy or condoning of my relationship with Crabby. To them it was just a silly schoolgirl phase I was going through. Soon, however, Crabby and I were going to prove them wrong and they were going to have accept us as a couple.

  “Crabby.”

  “Yes, Apple-Pie.”

  “I love you.”

  The words had come rushing out before I could stop them and because I didn’t regret saying them, I repeated myself. Although Crabby didn’t reiterate the words back to me, I convinced myself, I didn’t need them. Today was my birthday and he had gone to the effort of calling me. A call, which was probably illicit.

  “Crabby can I come and see you?”

  “I’d like that Apple-Pie.”

  “I’ve my driver’s license. I won’t need anyone to bring me Crabby. Just you and me.”

  Crabby’s deeply indrawn breath came over the line loud and clear. On all of my previous visits, I had been accompanied by someone. Now I was taking my life into t my own hands.

  “I’d like that Apple-Pie.”

  I wanted to tell Crabby so much. To let him know how my heart beats just at his voice, instead, I settled on telling him how Twiggy was on the road and that Sundance had a shadow by the name of Sugar Jay. A girl who was around my age.

  And then I fell silent as I let the timber of Crabby’s voice wash over me, closing my eyes as I drifted to the bayou, to our spot. Soon the sounds of the party began to fade away and Crabby’s body came to lie down beside me. His hand stroking my flesh and as his head came down towards me, he blocked the sun out and all that existed was him and me. The touch of his lips tingled against mine as the taste of mint sent my blood spinning to my ears. Soon the man was going to be mine, and there would be nothing to stop us.

  When I awoke this morning, it had been just another day. A lonely day where I would have to put on a front for my family and friends, and now with Crabby’s call, it’ll be a birthday I’ll always remember. All my other birthdays forgotten. One call and Crabby had made my day special.

  “I miss you Crabby. I hate that you’re so far away.”

  “Hey, no sad thoughts birthday girl. I’ll be home soon and we’ll party the night away.”

  Home soon. Out of all which Crabby and I have spoken about, it was the words ‘home soon’, which vibrated around my skull. For me, that day couldn’t come soon enough. As giddiness assailed through my body, I suppressed the smile, which was attempting to break free.

  It was only as I opened my eyes that my glance fell on Inferno, who was watching me closely. His face clearly showing his displeasure. Silently I watched as he began to cross the lawn, leaving Baby Blu behind. I didn’t want this moment spoilt yet. As I jump to my feet, guilt must be showing on my face, because Inferno’s strides were coming quickly and only by fluke was he stopped in his progress as Trax came up beside him and spoke to him.

  As I rose, I raised my chin, the strands of my hair brushing the back of my neck as I made eye contact with the biker. Inside I was shaking, my stomach lurching up and down, but I refused to let Inferno intimidate me. After all, Inferno couldn’t be too sure whom I was chatting with and as quickly as I had risen from my seat, I settled back down and returned my attention to Crabby.

  Crabby’s voice was soothing and soon my body was humming and the boredom of earlier was gone.

  “Thank you Crabby.”

  “What for?”

  “For ring me on my birthday, and making it perfect.”

  Crabby’s chuckle causes my body to shiver some more, and unconsciously I rub my stomach. I didn’t care if my grin was practically splitting my face. All I cared about was Crabby and our time together.

  “Emily.”

  The frown, which spread over my forehead, soon dispelled my smile and I turned my glance to Inferno. His scowl drowning out the light and the sounds of the party disappeared. Now there were only Inferno, Crabby and myself.

  “This is a private call Inferno.”

  “And you have guests who you’re ignoring.”

  To me, Crabby was my guest and he was here.

  “So it’s alright to be rude to my caller, but not my guests.”

  “I’m sure he’ll understand.”

  I wanted to stamp my foot. Yesterday I would have. But not today. No one was going to spoil my day.

  “I’ll finish my call Inferno, and then I’ll return to my guests.”

  Although Inferno bobbed his head, he didn’t rejoin Baby Blu or any of the other guests. Instead, he sat on the bench beside me, his legs spread apart as he leant forward. In all intent, he looked as though he wasn’t interested in my call. Yet I knew better. I was fully aware he was listening to my conversation.

  If inferno was going to give me a lecture, I may as well as give him something worthwhile. With what I hoped was a sexy, secretive grin, I returned my attention back to Crabby.

  “Do you miss me Crabby?”

  Yep, I was right, if the flinch Inferno gave was to go by, he was listening.

  “Yes, Apple-Pie I miss you.”

  The undertone laughter in Crabby’s voice was a giveaway to the fact he knew what game I was playing and I caught my breath in my throat at his next statement.

  “Do your panties get wet for me Apple-Pie?”

  With a squirm on the bench, I acknowledge to myself, that I was already wet just from talking to my bad boy.

  I know to some, they see my feelings for Crabby as hero worship, because if it wasn’t for Crabby, I wouldn’t be alive today. Yes, I owe him my life. However, my feelings for Crabby had burgeoned long before then.

  To begin with, I was embarrassed by my feelings, and I would hide. Crabby wasn’t the one to come looking for my company. I was the one who would search for him. When I came out of school, I would eagerly search the streets for signs of his bike. Late at night, when he’d bring Rayven home from the club, I’d run downstairs and pour myself a glass of water, listening to his voice as he said night to Rayven, while peering round the kitchen door to spy on them.


  The cough beside me brought me back to the present and a reminder of Crabby’s question.

  “All the time.”

  Crabby’s chuckle has me curling my toes and I crave to reach out and touch him. Yet because Inferno wasn’t making any motion to go anywhere and as much as I didn’t want to bring the phone call to an end, I was fully aware that my time with Crabby was drawing to a close.

  “I’ll write soon.”

  “Enclose a picture Apple-Pie.”

  Although my voice was tinged with sadness as I said bye to Crabby, there was a smile on my face and as I ended the call, I glared at Inferno. Soon, there would be nothing they could do to keep Crabby and me apart.

  Brothers of Devils Comfort MC Series 1

  Book 1 Inferno & The Good Girl RD 26 April 2014

  Book 2 Linc’s Retribution. RD 15 Aug 2014

  Book 3 How to Catch a Rayven RD 8 Nov 2014

  Book 4 Fudge’s Sprite RD 7 Jan 2015

  Book 5 Dec’s Downfall RD 19 April 2015

  Brothers of Devils Comfort MC Series 2

  Book 1 The Warriors greatest battle due for release late summer

  Book 2 My Sweet Dessert Late December/ Early January

  The Fighters of Comfort Springs

  Book 1 Flynn’s salvation release date 30 July 2015

  Book 2

  The River Demons

  Book 1 Release date March 2016