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

by Lake, Brair

  Finishing my beer, I collect Crabby’s empty bottle, and put them in to the backpack along with the bags, which had held our sandwiches.

  “I think I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you Crabby.”

  With a bit of a struggle, I turn and face Crabby, who takes pity on me and places me across his thigh, his hand stroking my thigh as he listens to me.

  “When you used to bring Rayven home from the club, I’d watch out for you, and whenever Rayven allowed us visit the club, I’d get excited and spend hours picking out an outfit. Then we’d arrive, and you’d rub my hair before disappearing with one of the club skanks. I hated them Crabby and I used to wish bad things would happen to them.”

  With a remembered giggle, I kiss Crabby on the mouth, tasting the beer and tangy barbeque sauce from his sandwich.

  “When I discovered what Cassie had done to Lacey. That she had made her leave Comfort Springs, I hugged myself with excitement. Planning to do the same to any of the skanks that you kissed.”

  Crabby looked down at me, his eyes were alight as his lips came to mine. His hand reaching for the zipper of my jeans. The harsh metallic sound loud on the empty beach. The breath lodged in my throat when his hand slide into my panties and Tabby gently began to rub my pussy. My legs willingly opening further to allow Crabby better access. As his stroking become persistent, my breathing became labored, and I forgot where I was as Crabby’s fingers pushed into my tunnel.

  “You never have to worry about the club skanks Apple-Pie”

  Chapter 17

  Effortlessly I stretch my body as I rise from my chair before striding in to the main section of the club. Church was over and so is Christmas. After spending the day on the beach and watching the moon rise, Apple-Pie and I returned to Comfort Springs, where we spent the rest of the evening in bed. With a remembered grin of satisfaction, I rub my belly. Apple-Pie is proving to be adventurous in bed and I was eagerly waiting for her leg cast to be removed, so we can expand on Apple-Pie’s slow growing repertoire.

  A slap on my back has me turning to the offender, where I discover Trax beside me, who is wearing a silly grin on his face.

  “I guess I don’t need to ask what has you looking so smug.”

  Carelessly I return Trax’s slap.

  “A good woman does that to you Trax.”

  “Shit Crabby, you swapped one prison for another.”

  With an indulgent smirk, I once more slap Trax on the shoulder.

  “I look forward to when it happens to you Trax.”

  “Not for me Crabby, I’m enjoying my freedom. Something which I plan to keep that way. Anyway, that isn’t why I want to talk to you.”

  While Trax and I were talking, we reach the basement, where in the center of the room was my quarry. Now my smile turns from one of smugness to predatory. I have patiently waited several days for this moment. Shit, I had begun to think Inferno was going to delay this moment until after the New Year. While at Church, which had started mundanely by going over business, I had let my mind drift to Apple-Pie. Yet, as soon as Inferno brings up The Hybrids, my lust for Apple-Pie had vanished to be replaced with nervous apprehension, knowing I would be working on the bastard in the basement. Reluctantly, I drop my prey from my view and swing round to Trax.

  “What is it you want to discuss?”

  “Not here, I’ll talk to you later. After we’ve sorted out The Hybrids. I’ve an idea I want to put to you.”

  Before I can answer, Trax has left me to join Inferno and Twiggy. Twiggy and Yvette had arrived in Comfort Springs on Christmas Eve, and Twiggy had agreed to stay until we have this crap sorted.

  Instead of following Trax, I make my way over to the center of the room to stand beside Dec, who is placing a selection of tools on to a steel trolley. Idly I pick up a wrench, bouncing it in my hand. The tool is heavy, and if I was to hit the bastard, who is tied to the chair, I could inflict serious damage. Yet the tools didn’t interest me. My desire is to hear the sound of flesh against flesh. Yet that was something which wasn’t going to happen either. Methodically, I pull on a pair of latex gloves from the box, which Dec has placed on the table. Then I flex my fingers. It’s dinnertime and I’m about to play with my food just in the manor a cat plays with a spider. I wasn’t in a rush for answers. Five years of hell is what I put up with because of what this scum and his crew did to Apple-Pie. The biker in front of me, may not have been the one to hurt Apple-Pie. Fuck, he may not even have been a member of Black County. However, he was hanging out with the members who were responsible for Apple-Pie’s present predicament.

  The chair I place in front of our prisoner is nothing fancy. It was just a hardback chair, with four legs and three panels on the back for support. The seat is made of wood. Yep, there was nothing fancy or comfy about the chair I’m sitting on. Fuck, I didn’t care, my body was pumping with adrenaline, eager to start work on the scumbag who is tied to a chair

  It is with relish that I place my hands on either side of his face. The smile I flash is malicious. Gently I turn his face, left to right, right to left. Then I leant in.

  “I could easily snap your fucking neck without blinking a fucking an eye… But I’m not going to.”

  Again, I swing his face from side to side. This time when we are eye to eye, I trail my hand over his face. My fingers lingering near his eye sockets before trailing down to cup his chin.

  “I’m going to let you fucking live.”

  As I continue to torment my prisoner, my hand drops down to The Hybrid’s thigh, squeezing the flesh through the denim’s he is wearing. An image of Apple-Pie’s leg in the half leg cast rose before me. With anticipation my glance drifted back to the wrench on the trolley. My tongue coming to rest on my lips.

  “I may break a bone or two.”

  This time when I lean further in to the biker, our noses were touching.

  “But that depends on how quickly you answer my questions.”

  In response, the biker spat in my face, and with the back of my sleeve, I wipe the spittle off my cheek. As I said, I’m going to play with my meal. Carelessly I rose from my chair and backhanded the biker. This is then followed with a fist to his stomach. As I turn from the biker, I kick the chair from under him, causing him to land on his side, his head hitting the floor.

  With a great production of righting his chair, I stroke his shorn head, bending my head until I’m on level with his ear.

  “Where’s the bastard who hurt Emily.”

  For as long as I can remember, I have only ever referred to Emily as Apple-Pie. With a sour taste at the back of my throat, I refuse to defile her name with this bastard.

  The struggling biker’s answer is to once more spit in my face. This time I retaliate with a head butt to his face. Smiling with glee when the blood begins to pour from his nose. As I look at his shaved head, I mourn for the loss of hair, shaking my own head as I elbow the biker in the stomach. As I continue to play with my meal, my brothers remain silent. Each watching, yet leaving me to do what I desire.

  As I play, the biker continues to remain stubborn, refusing to answer me. In my enjoyment, I have lost track of time, and it’s only as I grow weary with my game, I finally stop my tormenting. With an impatient kick at the chair, the biker once more ends up on the ground. This time, I don’t raise the chair; instead, I kick the bastard in the head. Then I turn to his stomach and kick him several more times, where my last kick lands in his balls.

  “Jackson.”

  “What.”

  “There’s a deserted plantation, it’s more of a relic. You’ll find Davy hiding out there.”

  Kneeling down to the sniveling piece of crap, I raise his head.

  “You wouldn’t be fucking lying now would you?”

  As tight as a grip I have on his head, the biker manages to nod his head. Satisfied with his answer, I turn to Inferno, waiting for the order that we were leaving. Instead, as Inferno speaks, I once more take my frustration out on the biker with another kick to h
is stomach.

  “We’ll ride to Jackson after the New Year. Georgie, Tommy; take that piece of shit back to the holding room.”

  It’s only as Inferno finishes speaking, I became aware of the two new prospects at the back of the room. My gaze came to clash with Georgie’s. His gaze didn’t flinch as he strode over to the inert body. My gaze then went out in search of Quick Draw who had been standing beside his brother. His head gave a slight inclination as he left the room. Yeah the Winters’ have experienced some shit, and still they refuse to be beaten. Well, maybe this disagreement with Laura has left them bewilded, but that was up to me to resolve.

  As I threw the latex gloves in the trash can, Dec came up to me.

  “Feel better.”

  “I will do once I have that fucker Davy.”

  Dec’s eyes flew to Fudge and Tabby, who were in deep conversation.

  “I guess there’s no way I can sneak out of Comfort Springs?”

  Deep laughter fills the room as Linc slapped me on my back.

  “It’s only a few days Crabby. And when we go, we go as one.”

  Chapter 18

  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 run
ning 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.

  Chapter 19

  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.