My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (10 page)

I didn’t say anything to Crabby when he returned from the club. It was only because the bruise, and swelling just above his left eye, looked painful, that I offered to run him a bath, which he rejected. Instead, he opted for a quick shower, after which he then climbed into bed. Whatever occurred at the club, Crabby was refusing to discuss it that night. Neither have we discussed it in the last five days. Yet I know something is going on. How do I know this, simply because he hasn’t asked me back to the club until tonight. And the only reason, he is taking me, is because the club is having a New Year’s party.

Now, as I stand in front of the mirror, I stroke my hands over my outfit, which I had bought earlier today, thanks to Sugar Jay’s insistence that we go shopping. The low whistle which came from behind me, has me slowly twirling round to Crabby. The way his eyes run over my body, has my pussy strumming and I know I have chosen wisely. Plaster cast or not, I still look sexy for my man. Who in his turn, looks adorable. His hair has started to grow since his release from prison and is curling into the nape of his neck. His black T-shirt is covered by his Cut, and his denims hang sung around his ass, while the material clung to his firm thighs, accenting the length of his legs.

As I openly gawp at my man, he saunters into the room to steal a kiss from me. A kiss, which has my toes curling into the wooden floor. With a giggle, I break free of his kiss and push gently on his chest.

“Let me put my boot on. Then we can go.”

Before I manage to reach for the boot, Crabby has me sitting on the bed. My good leg resting over his thigh as he places the boot on. His fingers linger as they crawl beneath the hem of my dress to rest against the material of my panties.

“Shit Apple-Pie, I can feel your heat.”

“Let’s stay at home Crabby and celebrate the New Year in bed.”

The whisper touch of his finger gliding over my panties, has me leaning further back on the bed as my legs fall open slightly.

“Later Apple-Pie. For now, everyone is expecting us.”

MSD

As soon as we enter the club I find Sugar Jay, who is sitting with Yvette and Twiggy, and head in her direction. Baby Bump or not, she is looking good as she laughs at a joke Twiggy is telling as I arrived at the table.  The club is garishly decorated, with a tree in one corner, its multi-colored lights twinkling away. There were balloons and other ceiling decorations hanging all around the room. Happily, I accept my beer from Crabby, who sits in the seat of the other vacant chair, turning to chat to Twiggy as I speak to Sugar Jay.

“You’re looking pleased with yourself.”

I know I’m wearing a silly grin. It was something I often wore, when I was in Crabby’s company. And although things were not perky in Sugar Jay’s life, there wasn’t any bitterness or jealously in her voice

“Yeah, I know. You know Sugar Jay. If you want something go for it.”

As I speak, I glance across the room, and watch Sundance as he kisses one of the club skanks, who is standing beside the pool table. Trax is bent across the pool table taking his shot, and I have no idea who is winning. Sugar Jay’s fingers tapping on the table, draw my attention back to my companion.

“Do you think so.”

Sugar Jay is also studying Sundance. Her eyes skimming around the room before coming back to land on the biker. With an encouraging smile, I incline my head, and smile with satisfaction, when the look of determination settles over Sugar Jay’s face. My smile deepens further as I watch Sugar Jay waddle off in the direction of the biker. Only to be drawn back to the table, when a deep chuckle hits my ears, and I am greeted by three sets of eyes. All of them alight with merriment. In answer to their gazes I take a large swallow of my beer.

“Matchmaking Apple-Pie. Do you really think it’s a good idea.?”

Leaning into the empty space between Crabby and myself. I place a kiss on his lips, tasting his whisky as I lick my lips.

“May be, maybe not.”

The sound of loud voices, breaks the hold Crabby has on me, and I turn to the commotion at the pool table, groaning inwardly at the sight which meets me. While Twiggy rises from his seat.

“You know Emily, I don’t know if this is what you planned, but if you were mine, I’d put you over my knee.”

“She’s not yours Twiggy, but I might take you up on the advice.”

A little dumbfounded, I stare at the large biker as he tramped across the room. Then I stick my tongue out at Crabby, who tweaks my nose.

Sugar Jay has the skank bent over the table and is banging her head against the green velvet covering. Trax is holding back Sundance, while enjoying the fight which is going on.

“You know it’s an unfair fight Emily.”

At the soft voice, I turn and watch as Cassie sits in the chair made vacant by Sugar Jay.

“Perhaps. But Sundance has embarrassed Sugar Jay enough over the last couple of months.”

“Dance with me.”

Breaking into the eye contact I have with Cassie, Crabby rises from his chair, holding his hand out to me.

“Really Crabby. Not with these.” I point to the crutches I’m still using. Annoyed that they were managing to ruin my fun.

“You don’t need them. Just hold on to me.”

I don’t know how we manage it, but I find myself on the dance floor in Crabby’s arms. The fight between Sundance and Sugar Jay forgotten as Crabby holds me tight. His arms around my waist. Confident in the way Crabby is holding me. Secure in the knowledge that he’ll not let anything happen to me. I find myself relaxing as I lean into his body. Crabby’s hand kept skimming down my back, and I can feel the arousal in my body building as my clit begins to throb. Dreamily I push my lower body into Crabby’s, relishing the growl he releases into my ear as I come into contact with his arousal.

Lost in Crabby’s cocoon, I grumble when I find myself in Inferno’s hold. About to break away, Inferno pulls me closer.

“I’ll not have you breaking my club up Emily.”

Confused by both the words and the undertone, I raise concerned eyes up to the biker.

“I don’t know what you mean Inferno.”

“No. How about that little escapade with Sundance and Sugar Jay. Not to mention your behavior with Crabby.”

“They’re both grown men Inferno, and I’m sure they know what they are doing.”

“I hope you’re right. And thank you.”

“Inferno, you cannot tell me off in one breath. Then thank me in another. Besides, why are you thanking me?”

“For visiting Ted. And if you really want to get in my good books. You’ll talk to Baby Blu.”

Impulsively, I kiss Inferno, promising him, I’ll talk to Baby Blu. But not tonight. As I turn to return to the table, once more I find myself in Crabby’s embrace.

“Want to go and find an empty room?”

As he speaks, Crabby’s hand is running over my arm and tingles were firing through my body. A quick glance round the room shows that there was no Trax or any signs of the skank whom Sugar Jay had attacked. Neither were there any signs of Sundance and Sugar Jay. Everyone else were also lost in the company of their partners and I doubt if any of them would notice if we were to disappear. About to say yes, I glance over Crabby’s shoulder and catch the time. There were fifteen minutes till the New Year.

“Let’s bring the New Year in, in here, then we can go.”

My stomach is jumping with butterflies. I have just spent my first Christmas as Mrs Theriot and I am about to do the same with the New Year. I was making memories to last.

Crabby indulged me and when midnight arrived, he kissed me, wishing me a Happy New Year. I also managed to see the New Year in with my fragmented family. Although Momma was invited to the party she hasn’t attended. She is still ignoring my calls, and when she hasn’t answered the one I made shortly after midnight, I sent her a text. A text which went unanswered.

“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.