by Lake, Brair
“Go Emily while you still can.”
After leaving Momma’s I went to the park and watch the empty swings. As the swings swung in the air, I remembered the night Crabby had brought me down here. It was late, gone midnight and I couldn’t sleep. He had pushed me until I was flying high in the air. Exhilarated by our little trip, Crabby had then taken me back to the apartment where he had made love to me. That was the first night I had slept through, not waking till late morning. Since then, although I still have nights when I didn’t sleep, they had become less. That was until four nights ago and again, my nights have become restless.
“A penny for them.”
“Hi Sugar Jay. They’re worth more than a penny.”
“Look at us Emily. Deserted by our men.”
“No Sugar Jay, I deserted my man, but I can fix it.”
“I hope it works out.”
“Yeah, me too… What about you? What are you going to do?”
“Bastion’s on his way.”
“What about Sundance.”
“I’m a fighter, not a quitter. Although it may look differently at the moment. But as in all wars, I know when to retreat and when to advance.”
Now that I knew what I was going to do. My heart was all a skitter, even my palms were clammy. What if Crabby didn’t want me on the road. The doubts flooded my brain, yet I wasn’t going to let them stop me. Rayven was right, I had fought my family and the club for five years and I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from claiming what was mine. Jumping up from the bench, I look down at Sugar Jay and her bump. On impulse, I gave the young woman a hug.
“Good Luck Sugar Jay. I’ll write.”
Sugar Jay returned my hug.
“Yeah, I’ll look forward to them. Just do me a favor.”
“Sure.”
“Don’t mention any of the skanks Sundance fucks in your letters.”
With one last hug and kiss, I pull away and with a laugh.
“I’ll keep him too occupied to think about fucking anyone else but you.”
I’ve never been to ‘Tie Me Down’ and as I enter the front doors, the place was eerily quiet. In my car was a back-pack with some of my clothing. I’d made a quick call to my landlord and given my notice. Rayven has promised she will clear the apartment out for me and now I was on the hunt for Tabby.
My knock was tentative as I wait for him to answer. When he does, it takes me another thirty seconds for me to pluck up the courage to face my brother in law.
“Are you going to stand at the doorway all day.”
Sheepishly I walk over to the vacant chair Tabby was pointing at, and I smile at the man. I love Tabby, especially for what he has done with Rayven. When I was younger, I would listen to Rayven cry at night when she thought I was asleep. A sound which broke my little heart because I didn’t know how to stop it. From the moment she met Tabby, her crying stopped, only to be replaced by a silly grin.
“I need to know where Crabby and the others are.”
Tabby leant back in his chair, his fingers tapping gently as he studied me.
“Are you sure this is what you want.”
“I waited for him Tabby. I knew what to expect. But I became scared at the thought of leaving Comfort Springs. At leaving the safety of my family. So yes, it’s what I want.”
Tabby continued to stare. His gaze unnerving me, causing me to look nervously out of the window, where a huge smile spreads across my face. On the wall painted in white, is a large heart with the words Tabby and Rayven forever with an arrow pierced through it.
“I’ll take you.”
“What about my car?”
Tabby has risen and is in the process of putting on his cut and was through the door before I have left my seat.
“I’ll take it to Fudge and get you a fair price for it.”
As I reach into the backseat and pull out my back-pack, I realize this was it. My last link with my old life was this car, and after today I’d never see it again.
“Why aren’t you trying to stop me Tabby.”
“I chased Rayven and persuaded her to return to Comfort Springs. Dec chased Ivy. As a family tradition, it’s only right that you’re the one to chase Crabby.”
Impulsively, I swing my arms around Tabby, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you for not lecturing.”
As I mount the Harley and settle behind Tabby, Inferno rode into the parking lot, and I watch as he removes his helmet, and he gives me the okay sign. My heart is beating erratically. I know I’m doing the right thing and finally I have the blessing of the club.
In the late evening, Tabby pulled into the motel and booked a room. As I bounce on the single bed, Tabby laughs.
“Enjoy it tonight Apple-Pie, because it’ll be a long time before you sleep on a comfortable bed.”
As I raise my gaze to Tabby, my cell pinged.
Chapter 29
As Tabby pulls into a layby I spot a half dozen people sitting at a table. My heart quickening when I recognize them as Devil’s Comfort, and amongst them is Crabby, who was rising as Tabby parked his bike next to the others. To hide my excitement, I keep my shades in place, and bite on my lip as I dismount.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Crabby.”
I was desperate to reach out and to touch him. To make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, Yet, somehow I manage to keep my hands down by my sides. Crabby’s gaze is searching the area and as I follow his gaze, I notice the others were watching us.
“Not here Apple-Pie.”
As he spoke, Crabby guided me to his bike and before long we were parked further along the road. This layby was deserted and after I dismount from the bike, Crabby guides us to the empty bench.
“I didn’t know what to think when you didn’t answer my text.”
“I was tempted, but I wanted to surprise you.”
“You sure did that Apple-Pie.”
“I think that’s my favorite text. Ever.”
Crabby’s hands reach over and he pushes my sunglasses onto the top of my head. His blue eyes were crinkling and I was home.
“I was a fool Crabby.”
“Maybe. Or we both were.”
His hands were now linked with mine and mesmerized, I study his flesh.
“What about your promise to Laura?”
I answered with Momma’s
“What about my promise to you.”
“Apple-Pie.”
“She was okay. It’s not as though we won’t be returning to Comfort Springs to visit.”
Crabby threw back his head and laughed. A sound I have missed so much in the last five days.
“Crabby.”
Crabby has raised my hands to his mouth, and was rubbing his lips over their backs.
“Erm.”
“Would you have followed the text up.”
Crabby became thoughtful, his thumb sliding across my flesh, sending goosebumps up my arms.
“I would have come back for you Apple-Pie.”
“And if I had refused to leave Comfort Springs.”
This time Crabby’s eyes are full of wickedness as he winks at me.
“I would have made love to you and refused to give you your orgasm until you agreed.”
This time I’m the one who laughs, startling a bird as it flutters in a tree and chirps back.
“I wish I had known that Crabby. But I can always ask Tabby to take me back.”
“Not happening. You’re here now, and we’re going to make this work.”
“No more running.”
“Not from each other.”
“So it’s going to be life on the road.”
“Yep. Are you up to it?”
“With you to keep me warm at night. I’m up for anything.”
“What about school?”
“I’ll take this year off. And when we settle, I’ll return to school and qualify as a nurse… Crabby?”
“Yes?”
How was I supposed to think with Crabby trail
ing kisses over my hand, and up my arms? With a gentle smile, I look at the biker.
“No more killings?”
“Only if you stop getting yourself into trouble.”
Crabby stopped kissing my hands, but he didn’t let go of them as he looked at me.
“I’ve killed two men Apple-Pie and if anyone hurts you again. I’ll kill them if I have to. Besides, they were a waste of life and it never bothered them who they killed or hurt.”
I have chosen a biker, and a biker’s life, to be my partner for life. Along with it came his lifestyle, and I have to accept the consequences which came with it.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Yes.”
“I have no intention of returning to prison. I promised you that before, and I aim to keep my promise.”
Breaking hold of Crabby’s grip, I stroke his face. The touch of his flesh against my palm was both smooth and rough.
“You need a shave.”
“Later.
MSD
The moment I sent the text; my heart had stopped beating. When there hadn’t been any response, I had stopped breathing. Then carefully I had returned the cell to my pocket and returned to the small party. When in the morning there still hadn’t been any response from Apple-Pie I had silently mounted the Harley and followed the group. As the day had lengthened, and still no response, my temper had started to mount. It was only after Trax had pulled into the layby I had begun to tell my fellow bikers; I was returning to Comfort Springs. Only to have my conversation broken by Trax’s laughter and the sound of a bike.
As Apple-Pie dismounted from the bike, I couldn’t have risen from my seat quick enough. I had had to pace myself not rush over to her. To touch her. To grab her, and pull her into me. No, my lady hadn’t answered my text. She had gone one better. She was here in the flesh. As I studied Apple-Pie everything around me faded. Yet I knew here wasn’t the place to talk and when she willingly came with me on the bike, I had smiled. With her body leant against mine. My body had come back to life.
As soon as we sat down on the picnic bench, I had been unable to stop touching Apple-Pie, and when her hand had stroked my face, blood had rushed to my cock.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“About what.”
“Not talking to you about leaving Comfort Springs.”
“Yes, well. Next time you plan on making a big decision which will affect our lives. Talk to me.”
“Are you happy Apple-Pie. Happy to take to the roads.”
Apple-Pie was fiddling with my fingers. Her fingers, gliding over the gold band she had placed there a month ago.”
“The only time I’m happy. Really happy is when I’m with you. So if that means life on the roads or back at Comfort Springs, or any other town. As long as you’re with me, I’ll be happy.”
Silence descends around us, and I was contended to just watch Appel-Pie.
“Crabby.”
“Yes.”
“You remember how we spent Christmas day.”
At the memory of our first Christmas, I smile whimsically.
“Yes.”
“And I told you I’ve loved you forever.”
“Yes.”
“It’s true, I have… But at the same time… for five years I put you on a pedestal...”
As Apple-Pie begins to talk, my body became tense.
“And maybe I did hero worship you. And maybe I was blinded by your looks… After all, I was becoming a woman Crabby, and maybe I was infatuated by everything.”
Apple-Pie has slipped from her bench and is now sitting on my knee. Her hand stroking my neck and I was having problems thinking.
“Where’s this going Apple-Pie.”
Apple-Pie stretched her head up to mine and placed a kiss on my lips. A sweet innocent kiss.
“When I made my promise to Momma about staying in Comfort Springs I may have been behaving rashly. I just want you to know that I’ll never do it again.”
Apple-Pie places another kiss on my lips, and my limp cock grows some more, pushing up against my zipper.
“Is this one of your rash promises.”
Apple-Pie punched me on my shoulder as she kissed my neck.
“No Crabby. I’m telling you I love you and that it’s real. No infatuation, no hero worship. Just that I love you. I love Christopher Winston Theriot, otherwise known as Crabby.”
“I love you Emily Winters Theriot, otherwise known as Apple-Pie.”
Apple-Pie’s hand has snaked under my T-shirt, causing my blood to rise as she deepens the kiss. Her lips soft against mine.
The layby was secluded and we were all alone.
“Apple-Pie if you don’t stop now. They’ll be no stopping.
“Good.”
Chapter 30
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Crabby kissed me on the lips as he leant into me. His musky scent invading my nose and I realize how much I have missed him.
Six months ago we had hit the road. Riding through town after town. Then finally we had come across this town. With the help of Devil’s Comfort, we purchased an old house on the outskirts. The upstairs has been converted into living quarters, while downstairs has been converted into a small club, with a Tattoo studio adjacent, which is endorsed by Linc. While Trax, Sundance, Quick Draw and Crabby have been on a run, Fraggle remained behind, helping Vi and myself to put the place to rights.
The rooms Crabby and I have, weren’t large, but they were private and I have managed to transform them into a habitual living condition.
“How was everyone.”
Crabby’s rumble vibrated against my back. His hands undoing the button on the gingham shirt I was wearing. A sigh escapes me when he cups my breasts and flicks my nipples with his thumb.
“Disgustingly happy and healthy.”
My giggle turns into a moan when he brushes his lips against my neck and begins to remove my shirt. The throb at my clit pulls on my stomach as I close my eyes and I lost myself to the sensations of Crabby’s touch.
“Lie on the bed Apple-Pie.”
With knees, which were knocking I manage to make it to the bed without falling. As I position myself against the pillows, I watch Crabby strip out of his clothes. Licking my lips as he bares his flesh to me. As soon as he is naked, Crabby came to stand by the bed. His gaze taking in my semi-naked body.
“I’m hungry Apple-Pie. Where do you think I should start my feast?”
As Crabby was speaking, his cock bobbing has caught my attention, and I kneel on the bed, cupping him. The hard shaft is hot in my hand as the blood pumps through his veins and I bend my head forward to take the bulbous head into my mouth. As I suck on the end, Crabby’s hands reach over to my ass, and he grips the flesh, kneading the plumpness as I suckle. With each suckle I make, Crabby thrusts his hips, allowing me to take him in a little further each time. Just as Crabby as taught me, I relax the muscles at the back of my throat and take him in further.
“Fuck Apple-Pie. Next time we go on the road you’re coming with me.”
Crabby’s voice is hoarse as my suckling becomes faster. Pumping his shaft with my hand as his cock swells with each movement I make. As I slide my hand down his shaft, I feel his thighs tensing. When his fingers dig in to my ass, I know It’ll not be long before he comes.
“Now Apple-Pie.”
With several more sucks of my mouth and twists of my hand, Crabby releases his semen into me, and greedily I lick and clean his juices.
“Are you still hungry.”
“More than you’ll you ever know Apple-Pie.”
Crabby has leant down. His lips latching on to mine as his tongue invades my mouth, swirling inside me, sending tremors through my body. Naturally, I raise my arms around Crabby’s neck and pull him on to the bed. As I lay back and spread my legs, Crabby shuffles his body until we are cock to covered pussy.
When Crabby breaks our kiss, I give a moan at the loss o
f his touch. Crabby’s hands cup my face, his fingers locking around my throat before he lowers his head once more. Again, his lips lock on to mine, and my hips thrust up against his body, and I moan once more as his cock pushes against the material of my denims.
Again Crabby breaks his kiss, only to trail his lips down my throat. His tongue dipping into the shallow crevice at my neck, before sliding over the flesh of my upper body. His nose pushing my bra out of the way as his lips latch on to the hard throbbing tip.
Crazily I stroke the flesh on his bare back, enjoying the shiver Crabby releases as he suckles harder on my nub before moving on to the other one. When his hands hook on to my hips to raise my lower body up to his touch. I groan again. The sensation of his wet tongue on my flesh is driving my clit mad and my stomach is quivering.
While I lay panting on the bed, Crabby leant back on his heels and swiftly divested me of my denims and panties. His eyes greedily taking in my pussy, and the ring he loves to play with. At the hungry look in his eyes, I groan once more, and latch on to the bedsheet. Crabby was about to torture me. And when his tongue lapped at the ring, I knew I wasn’t wrong. His strokes were long and slow, occasionally he’d tickle my clit, making my hips arch as I tried to obtain my release.
Just as I thought Crabby was going to let me have my release, his tongue and mouth moved to my inner thigh to trail down the flesh until he reached my knees. Where he then raised my leg and played with the back of my knee.
“Fuck Crabby. Please.”
Crabby ignored my begging as he moved from one knee to the other. My pussy was on fire, and without thinking, I move my hand down to my pussy and begin to stroke the flesh.
“Touch yourself Apple-Pie, but don’t you orgasm until I’m inside you.”
“Please Crabby now.”
“Not yet.”
“Crabby I need you.”
“Tell me what you want Apple-Pie. Describe to me what it is you’re after.”
Fuck, I now have to pamper to the man’s whims to get off.
“I want you Crabby… I what your big fat dick in me.”
“Apple-Pie be nice.”
“I am being nice Crabby. I want you inside me. Pounding in me… Fuck Crabby I’ve missed you.”
“That’s all you had to say Apple-Pie. Because I’ve missed you too.”
