My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (6 page)

The road trip has been another failure. Tats and his men were unwavering when they swore they didn’t know where The Hybrids were hiding. The River Demons had been just as vehement in their denial.  If that wasn’t enough, Inferno had called and issued an invite for Apple-Pie and myself to the club. Sure, everyone was aware we were a couple. As I rode into Comfort Springs, I signaled to Trax and Quick-Draw I was going home, I smiled. It was a self-satisfied smile, which quickly turned into an embarrassed laugh, but it was warm. I never thought I’d have a place I would call home again. Especially not after Mamma had died while I was in prison. Neither had I thought, I would become part of an old married couple.

“Hi Honey. I’m home.”

The words sprang out involuntary and I laughed once more as I walked into the living space of the apartment, coming to a stop when I see Apple-Pie dress in the pale lavender negligee. As I remain rooted to the spot, I speculate if this is the one she had described in our letters. The blood rushing straight to my cock as Apple-Pie stands in front of the lamp, which silhouetted her body in the flimsy piece of see-through material she is wearing. Her hair tumbling over her shoulders, while her hands are crossed in front of her pussy. My eyes follow this path and quietly I trace the shape of her legs. The flesh of her thighs, begging for my lips and touch. Slowly, I raise my gaze up her body until I encountered brilliant blue eyes.

“Crabby.”

The hesitancy in Apple-Pie’s voice broke the spell and I drop my duffle bag as I enter further into the room. Only stopping when I was in front of my witch.

“Shit Apple-Pie. I’m liking this homecoming.”

Apple-Pie smiled up at me, flashing perfect white teeth.

“I was going to cook dinner. Then I remembered your phone call.”

As she spoke Apple-Pie sat back on to the sofa, her hands aiding her fall, before she reached out to my zipper to gently tug the metal tab down.

“Apple-Pie I need a shower.”

“And I need you.”

My glance fell to the leg in the cast, then back up to Apple-Pie, she didn’t appear to be uncomfortable and because my body was begging me to let her do her thing, I nodded my head, holding my breath when Apple-Pie gently took hold of my cock. Her touch sending tingles over my flesh

Her touch was hesitant as she let her fingers examine the flesh and veins. Which were now pulsing with life as my heart throbbed twice as quickly. I needed to get into a better position and gently I hiked my leg over Apple-Pie’s broken one. Gasping loudly when Apple-Pie’s fingers reached for, and stroked my balls. When she gave them a squeeze, it took everything in me not to grab her hair and push into her mouth. Patiently I waited as Apple-Pie continued with her perusal of my cock. Her fingers, flickering over the edged, resting gently against the split before she rubbed in the pre-cum, which has begun to leak. Unable to watch Apple-Pie as she continues with her gently torture, I focus on the wall, thinking Apple-Pie has done a great job decorating the place. Suddenly my thoughts are broken when Apple-Pie places a kiss on the bulbous head, her tongue licking over the satiny hot flesh.

“Shit Apple-Pie, you need to warn a guy when you’re going to do that.”

Apple-Pie’s warm laughter vibrated against the tip of my cock, sending another shiver through me as she slowly opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth. My heart was going crazy. The blood is pounding in my head, and I have to remind myself this was new to Apple-Pie. That I couldn’t allow myself to thrust in to her wet pussy, as I would have with one of the club skanks.

With each suction and lick Apple-Pie makes, I feel my cock becoming heavier as the blood begins to gather. When she begins to move her hand up and down my shaft, I almost lose it, and shoot my load. Only managing to stop myself when I give in and grab onto Apple-Pie’s hair, flexing my fingers against her scalp.  The groan I release is loud as I hold back the need to thrust harder and deeper into Apple-Pie’s mouth.

“Squeeze me tighter Apple-Pie.”

As I speak, I release my hold on Apple-Pie’s hair and guide her hand up and down my cock. Teaching her how I enjoy a firm grip and to twist as she stroked upwards. About to cum, I pull free of Apple-Pie’s mouth and with my hand still wrapped around Apple-Pie, I came, spurting my cream over both of our hands.

“Crabby.”

My body is shaking and I was unable to breath, yet I somehow managed to focus on Apple-Pie’s lust filled gaze.

“Yeah, Apple-Pie?”

“Did I do okay?”

Dropping in front of my girl, I cupped her face and kissed her long and hard on the mouth.

“That was the best Apple-Pie.”

“Really.”

“Yes. Now why don’t I show you just how good it was.”

As I speak, I lift Apple-Pie off the couch and carry her into the bedroom. Gently laying her on the bed, before crawling between her spread legs.

“Hold on to the bedpost Apple-Pie and don’t let go.”

As soon as Apple-Pie complies to my request, I raise her nightdress so it was resting against her stomach and with hands, which are trembling; I undo the ties of her panties, revealing her pussy. Gasping when I discovered it has been waxed her. That her piecing is on show.

“Fuck Apple-Pie. You are beautiful.”

“Really.”

Her voice is in as much awe as my touch is as I glide my fingers over the smooth flesh. Flesh, which is damp with Apple-Pie’s own arousal. As my finger pushes and parts the flesh of her lips, Apple-Pie spreads her legs a little wider. Her hips rising to meet up to my touch. Reaching over to Apple-Pie I kiss her. The kiss was slow at first and as I rub the smooth flesh of her pussy, I push my tongue into Apple-Pie’s willing mouth. Soon her tongue is matching the rhythm of my fingers and her gentle moans vibrated against my lips. As my fingers became more insistent, Apple-Pie wraps her good leg around my waist.

“Put your leg back Apple-Pie.”

At first Apple-Pie’s leg squeezes tighter against my waist and I thought she was going to disobey me. Then, with another moan, Apple-Pie gradually returns her leg to the bed.

“Good Girl.”

Gently I shuffle my body down until I lay between Apple-Pie’s legs and with her help I have her legs settled over my shoulders, as I raise her hips and latched on to the flesh of her pussy with my lips. Her musky scent hitting the back of my throat has my cock twitching once more. As my tongue plays with Apple-Pie’s pussy, the taste of her sweet cream and the quiet moans coming from Apple-Pie has me increasing the pressure of my touch as I increase the speed of each lick. When I arrive at her clit, I press and suckle on the swollen flesh, gripping tighter on to Apple-Pie’s hips when she thrust against me. As I continue to play with her pussy, Apple-Pie’s twisting and thrusting became more frantic, her mewls filling the room as they rang in my ears.

“Please Crabby… Fuck Crabby I don’t think I can take anymore… Stop. No, don’t stop.”

Apple-Pie’s begging, panting and twisting body has my body craving for release and unable to hold back any longer, I swiftly mount Apple-Pie, thrusting home in one movement.

“Fuck Crabby.”

“Are you okay Apple-Pie.”

“No, I’m not. Just make me cum you bastard.”

With a self-indulgent laugh, I begin to thrust into Apple-Pie’s body. Slow long thrusts to begin with. Thrusts which were driving Apple-Pie mad as she tries to force me further into her. Calmly, I hold her hips as I steadily thrust, increasing the tempo as our slick bodies makes squishy noises in the air.

“Now Crabby. Please.”

As Apple-Pie’s body bucks undermine, my finger found her clit and I press and rub it, Enjoying the feel of Apple-Pie’s body as it tensed and then quivered around mine. As Apple-Pie found her release, I found my own, and with one last thrust in, I came, spurting inside Apple-Pie.

Too tired to move, I remain spread over Apple-Pie, my cock now deflated, but still inside her as Apple-Pie strokes my neck and spine. Her lips were gentle as they scattered small butterfly kisses over my cheek.

“Is it always like this Crabby.”

“I believe we can aim for better.”

Watching Apple-Pie excited face as she hobbled from tree to tree, brought a smile to my face. A smile which has been missing due to Laura’s tenacity in ignoring any calls Apple-Pie made.

“Come on Crabby. How about this one?”

“It’s too big.”

“No it’s not.”

Slowly I shake my head as Apple-Pie looked at the tree once more,

“Apple-Pie, pick another one. One that we can get through the door at least.”

Apple-Pie stuck her tongue out as she moved on to the next tree, walking around it slowly with her crutches as she gave the tree a slight shake.

“You have your hands full there.”

Turning towards the slow drawl, I find Trax standing next to me. His eyes were alight with mischief as Tommy, his adopted brother approached.

“When did you get back in Comfort Springs?”

“Last night. If you’d been at the club, you’d know that.”

Tommy’s eyes landed on Apple-Pie and he wandered over to her, giving her a tight hug.

The laughter in Trax’s voice has me glancing at him as I raise my eyebrow.

“Tommy declared he wants to be a prospect and I think he forgot to run it pass Baby Blu.”

“Shit, maybe I should have been there.”

“Well, bring Apple-Pie along tonight.”

With a slap to Trax’s shoulder and stating, I’d be at the club later; I went in search of Apple-Pie. Only to find her pointing excitedly at an eight- foot plus fir tree.

“This one Crabby and I’m not taking no for answer… Don’t you agree Tommy?”

“I sure do Emily. It’s the best tree in the lot.”

“Shit Tommy don’t encourage her.”

Deep pleading blue eyes looked up at me, followed by a batch of wet sloppy kisses all over my face. Knowing defeat was imminent, I happily slapped Apple-Pie’s ass.

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“Shit Crabby that’s my first bike ride.”

As I help Apple-Pie dismount from the bike, she flings her arms around my neck and delivered a wet kiss, which I was more than happy to accept and return.

“Come on, let’s go face everyone.”

Apple-Pie frowned as she faced the door, and then wiped her hands on the ass of her denims, before taking her crutches out of my hand.

“Do you want me to carry you in?”

At Apple-Pie’s glower, I snigger before escorting her to the door.

“Ready.”

“Ready.”

This was our first trip to the club since Apple-Pie’s release from the hospital. When she offered me a smile which was as bright as the chrome on my Harley; my heart rammed into my chest. And it was with a new found buoyancy I placed my hand around her waist and opened the door.

Georgie, one of Apple-Pie’s brothers is the first face I see and he is standing with Tommy. My heart lurches and it was for a different reason this time. Since Rayven and Quick Draw have been connected with the club, Georgie has shown an interest in joining. An interest I thought had died when he went to college

“Did you know Georgie was going to be here?”

“What?”

Apple-Pie’s head swung around to mine as she spoke. Her eyes wide as she resumed her search of the room. Only stopping when she locates her brother. Like the other Winters, he has inherited his mother’s black hair and blue eyes. Unlike Rayven and Apple-Pie who only reach my shoulder, Georgie is nearing six feet.

“Didn’t Tommy say anything to you at the tree lot?”

“No… Fuck no wonder Momma won’t answer her phone, she properly things I put him up to this.”

“I doubt it Apple-Pie.”

“Well, I hope you’re right about that Crabby.”

“Hello to you to Rayven.”

“Don’t you sweet talk me.”

With a laugh, I bend down and place an affectionate kiss on Rayven’s cheek. Her face may be serious; however, her eyes were sparkling.

“It’s about time you two showed up at the club. I was thinking I’d have to send a search party to find you both.”

“Rayven.”

Apple-Pie’s startled yelp reminds me how young she is, and as I was about to apologize to her, Rayven stepped in.

“You chose this life Emily. Or should I say Apple-Pie. So you had better pull up your big girl panties and accept it.”

“I love you Rayven.”

With those words, Apple-Pie dropped her crutches, which I was quick to grab and watch in astonishment as the sisters hugged, while all I received from Tabby, was the death stare.

“Hi Tabby.”

“Church: Now.”

Shit the bastard was in a surly mood.

“Rayven you need to keep that man happy.”

“I do. It’s my family who don’t”

“Crabby!”

“Shit, I’d better go.”

Churlish mood or not, I give Apple-Pie a kiss in front of everyone before hurrying to the room where church is being held. The room is packed and as I walk through the door, Sundance and Trax point to the vacant chair between them, behind them, sat Quick Draw. The wicked expressions on their faces caused my stomach to knot. What the fuck was going on.

As I hesitate at the door, Inferno gently taps the gravel, then points to the chair, which I hastily sit in. As points of business were discussed, I sagely nod my head in the appropriate places, hoping and waiting for news on The Hybrids. Instead, my daydreaming was broken by Inferno’s announcement and an involuntary laugh escaped me as my glance drifted between Inferno and Tabby.

“Two names have been put forward for the position of prospect with Devil’s Comfort. Tommy Bale and Georgie Winters… All those in favor raise your hands.”

The vote was unanimous and both Inferno and Tabby groaned as the room erupted into an uproar. When Inferno finally brought the meeting to an end with no news about The Hybrids, I quickly begin to rise from my chair. Only to be halted in my tracks, when a hand lands on my shoulder. With a swift glance over my shoulder, I discover an inanely grinning Quick Draw.

“Come on, let’s go show the Prospects what it’s like to be men of Devil’s Comfort.”

Although I was itching to get back on the road to find the men behind Apple-Pie’s attack, I too was in a good mood at the choice of the club’s new prospects. Shaking Quick Draw’s hand off my shoulder, I return to the main hall, where I find Apple-Pie sat at a table with Sugar Jay, Rayven, Baby Blu, Tommy and Georgie.

“Boys why don’t you go joins Trax, Sundance and Quick Draw by the pool table.”

The two new prospects look at the old ladies apologetically before scurrying off to join the brothers. Who have also acquired a few of the club whores.

“What have they got planned for them?”

Baby Blu’s question may have been idly asked, but her green eyes were twinkling.

“Club stuff.”

“Oh shit I don’t want to think of Tommy of having sex with those skanks.”

Rayven and Sugar Jay’s laughter ring out, and as she raised her drink, Rayven made a toast

“Here’s to the next generation of debauchery.”

“Well little sister welcome to the grown up world. And what’s it like living with Crabby.”

As Rayven teased her sister, I rearranged Apple-Pie’s seating position, until she was sitting on my knee, and stroked her back over the purple thin vest top she is wearing.

Apple-Pie’s gaze finds mine and promptly she takes hold of my cheeks in-between her hands. Planting a long, tongue thrusting kiss into my mouth. When she eventually breaks the kiss, her face is flushed red, and the nipples of her tits are protruding against the top.

“He got me a tree.”

“Who got who a tree?”

Apple-Pie’s illuminated face turned towards Cassie as she sits in one of the chairs recently vacated by one of the new prospects.

“Crabby got me a tree, and when we return home. We’re going to decorate it.”

“Hey Ivy if I get you a tree will you be a good girl for me.”

Ivy’s hand raised to the black velvet collar she is wearing as she smiles at Dec. Her red hair falling down her back.

“Depends on the size of the tree.”

With a carefree laugh, Dec drags Ivy out of the seat she has just sat in.

“Come on. Dance with me while we discuss trees.”

It wasn’t long before the old ladies were claimed by their old men to be taken on to the dance floor. Apple-Pie’s expression as she watched the dancers was forlorn

“What about you Mrs Theriot. Want to dance.”

“What the Fuck did you just call her?”

Shit, I had been so lost in Apple-Pie’s caress and kisses; I hadn’t heard Tabby return to the table. Standing next to him, is a pale Rayven, and on my knee, Apple-Pie flashes me a guilty look. Carefully, I move Apple-Pie off my knee and turn to face Tabby, my new brother in law. He may tower over me by several inches, but I refuse to be intimidated by the biker.

“Apple-Pie and I were married last week.”

The next thing I feel, is Tabby’s fist landing in my stomach.