by Lake, Brair
Crabby shuffled his body until we were pussy to cock and then with his hand, he guided his hard throbbing cock into me. Inch by inch he pushed in. Teasing me with each movement he made. Rubbing the tip of his head along my muscled walls. When I begin to get the sensation to pee, I relax my body and let go. Quivering around his cock as Crabby pounded into me. Twice Crabby brought me to orgasm by just thrusting into me before he found his own release.
“I think I’d rather stay at home.”
“What.”
Crabby’s voice rumbles against my throat as he lays over me. My legs wrapped around his waist as I play with his hair. Contentment is swimming through me.
“You asked me to come on the road with you and I said I want to stay here.”
“Why.”
“Because I love your homecomings.”
Crabby pulled himself up slightly and brushes the hair away from my face. His smile, making my heart melt.
“Any regrets.
“None. I always knew you were for me.”
Epilogue
With what little time I have left in Comfort Springs, somehow I have managed to avoid Sundance. Something I wasn’t sure I would manage tonight. The clubhouse is beginning to fill, yet as I sit in the corner, I felt lonelier than I ever have. Over the months since my move to Comfort Springs, I have made a few good friends. Apple-Pie being one of them, and I was going to miss her when I returned home.
As I look around the room, the door opens to reveal Sundance as he strides in. Sundance thought he knew me, but he didn’t. When I had told him I loved him. I had meant it. My feelings for Sundance has nothing to do with the baby I was carrying. It has nothing to do with the incident which brought him in to my life. It was simply the man himself. The way he smiled. The way he told his stories. The way he looked after those around him.
His actions with the club skanks should have cured me of my feeling. Proving to me he was nothing but a whore. But it hasn’t. Instead, I believe he is using them as a way to punish himself. Whatever it is he is running from, I was going to find out what it is.
As I continue in my study of Sundance, my throat constricts when I realize he was making his way over to me. Quietly I watch as he pulls out a chair and sits down opposite me. His smile sending quivers to my pussy, and I have to clamp my legs together to ease the ache.
“Hi Sugar Jay.”
“Sundance.”
Under the table, Sundance’s foot was nudging mine, and when I attempt to move it, his foot followed.
“Twiggy tells me you’re returning home.”
“I am.”
“When.”
“I don’t think you need to know that. After all, aren’t you leaving tomorrow”
Sundance leant over the table, and raised my hand to his mouth. The feather light kisses sending tingles down my arms. When I attempt to pull my hand away his hand tightens its grip.
“I’ll be away for a while Sugar Jay. But I intend to return.”
“And will you come and visit me at The River Demons.”
Sundance’s smile takes on a deadly turn as he drops my hand to lean against the back of his chair.
“Oh Sugar Jay. No matter where you go I’ll find you. Bedsides neither Twiggy or Bastion scare me.”
As I speak, I lean over the table and whisper.
“Do I scare you Sundance.”
The light blush which rose over his cheeks makes me smile, and deliberately I lick my lips. My eyes lighting when he shuffles in his chair.
When Sundance counters my movement, I grip onto the side of the table and force myself not to move.
“If you didn’t scare me Sugar Jay. I wouldn’t be who I am.”
Unable to prevent myself. I raise my hand to Sundance’s face and stroke the flesh of his cheek, enjoying the warmth of his skin against my palm.
“I’m glad I scare you Sundance. Because you terrify me.”
“Good, at least we know where we stand.”
I don’t know where it came from, yet I found myself stretching closer to Sundance to kiss him on the lips. The kiss started slow and soft, but the tempo swiftly changed and our tongues declared war. When we broke free of the kiss, we were both breathless.
Sundance glanced around the room, his gaze falling on Trax as he spoke.
“I have to do this Sugar Jay. But I’ll be back for you. And when I do return. It won’t because Bastion or Twiggy demanded it. And it most definitely won’t be because of the baby.”
Once more Sundance leans over. His face close to mine.
“It’s’ because I’m coming back for you.”
The Letters
Darling Crabby,
They released me from the hospital today, and all I wished for, was for you to be here. Then I’d have had someone to confide in. Momma gave me some distressing news and I don’t know who to share it with, or where to begin.
My brain is spiraling because I’ve so much to say. How I would like to thank you for saving my life. I knew, if anyone would find me, it would be you. No matter what happens Crabby, I will never forget what you have done for me.
We are kindred spirits my darling, and it upset me greatly when I was told that you were arrested for saving my life. Don’t they understand, if it hadn’t been for you, I would be dead?
Momma told me this morning that Baby Blu and I share the same father. I hate her. How could she have done such a thing? What I now know, makes we want to run away. The only thing keeping me in Comfort Springs is you my Crabby.
Again, I thank you for saving my life.
All my love.
Emily xxxxx
Hi Apple-Pie,
Don’t you be hating your Momma. We all do things in our lives, which others may not like. Me, well I’m glad your Momma had her fling with Teddy. If she hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here today and who would I write to.
Do you know what I’d like Apple-Pie, I’d like a photograph of your sunny smile. Something to remind me that there’s a better place out there. That there is someone waiting for me.
The hardest thing for me Apple-Pie, was when the doors of the prison closed behind me. Knowing that if something was to happen to you. There isn’t a thing I can do about it in here.
You listen to Tabby, he may be grumpy at times, but he’s caring for you while I’m unable to.
Write to me soon because your letters make my day brighter.
Love Crabby xxx
Dearest Crabby.
How you must hate being stuck inside that place with nothing to do, but to stare at four cold walls. I hope the news I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave you grieving too much for your home. And as much as I would love to tell you that everything has settled down in Comfort Springs and all is well, that isn’t the case.
On the day of your conviction, Fudge left Comfort Springs on his own. This hasn’t gone down well with Inferno, who has sent Sundance to track him down. That was a couple of weeks ago and we are still waiting for their return.
Tabby is like a cat with a sore head, especially as Kent, Trax and Twiggy have returned to the roads, leaving Comfort Spring short of men. On a lighter note, Kent now has a road name, “Quick Draw.” Rayven has promised to tell me what it means when I’m older. I just wish she’d stop treating me like a child.
I miss you Crabby. Each day is becoming harder because you are not here and the only thing that keeps me going is your letter. I think I’ve read it at least a hundred times, and I’m waiting impatiently for your next one.
Momma is a bitch and is constantly nagging me. She never gives me any peace and is always on my back. Forever asking where I’m going? Where have I been? Who are my friends? I hate her Crabby. If that wasn’t bad enough, it's coming up for Tommy’s prom and he’s asked me to go with him. And Momma is encouraging me. When I think about it, I wouldn’t be surprised if Inferno and Tabby were behind his invitation or even Teddy. Why can they not see that he is a boy and I need a man? I need you Crabby.
Today I ran t
o our special place. The one where you first showed me the stars. If I close my eyes, I can hear your voice in the wind, as it whips around my neck, sending small thrills of pleasure through me. Oh, Crabby, please forgive me. The other day when we were at the club, I snuck into your room and stole one of your T-shirts along with a bottle of shower gel. I don’t need these reminders of who you are, but it’s nice to hold something which smells of you, and pretend it’s your shoulder that I’m lying on.
Write to me soon Darling Crabby.
All my love
Emily xxxx
PS. I love how you call me Apple-Pie, because that’s what I am. I’m your Apple Pie.
Hi Apple-Pie,
The highlight for me over the last few weeks is receiving your letter. I know I should have written sooner, yet, the timing just hasn’t been right.
The nights are long and cold, while the days’ stretch out long and dull. And with the festive season, I feel even more isolated from the outside world than I did when I first arrived.
Don’t hold your life back for me Apple-pie. Enjoy yourself, party and have fun. Compared to me, you’re still a child and you deserve to live your life to its fullest. No matter how much it hurts me knowing you are out there having fun, I don’t have the right to stop you from living your life. Tommy is a good boy and I trust him to look out for you. Kiss a few boys and dance the night away.
I’ve arranged for a pass to be sent to you so that you can come and visit next week. Knowing that I’ll be seeing you soon, keeps me lucid. It’s frustrating at how limited I have to be in our letters and that I’m unable to touch you. The picture you sent, doesn’t do you justice. The sparkle which is always just beneath the surface of your eyes was denied to me, and your smile wasn’t as bright as it can be.
Take care Apple Pie and enjoy the season.
Love Crabby xxx
Emily.
When I lay awake at night and the stillness of the air begins to oppress me, my thoughts turn to your letters. Letters so full of a life I’m missing. Of a life, I’m denying you. You may not want to hear this Emily, but I believe it’s time to let go. It’s time to move on. Please Emily, don’t write any more letters.
When I leave here, I’ll be thirty – two while you’ll barely be twenty. Now is the time in your life when you should be embracing what the world has to offer you. You should be chasing your dreams and goals. Instead, I hear you’re spending your free time in your room, cut away from your family and friends. This hurts me Emily, knowing that I’m the one causing your isolation. In later years, I’d hate for there to be any recriminations of how you gave everything up just for me. That is something I see far too much of happening in here.
The other inmates, they have their expectations built up, and when visitor’s day arrives, they barely speak. Couples who have been together for so long, sit in silence, scarcely a civil word passes their lips. This is the end for them. The final visit they will ever make. You may hate me now for this letter. Yet in the years to come you will thank me.
Be free my Apple-Pie.
Bye.
Crabby
Crabby.
For all of five minutes, I hated you and that hateful letter you sent. Yet, deep within me, I knew you never meant a word of what you wrote. You wouldn’t be so cruel. My love for you may appear to be childish and immature, however, I can assure you it isn’t. You and I are meant to be together.
We are soul mates. Our hearts, are forged together by the fires of our untried passion. As simple as a breeze on a summer’s afternoon, we are meant to be one. Without you I cannot breathe, and each day, when you deny who we are, a small part of me withers away.
When you are at your lowest, in your darkest moment. All I wish for, is to be there, to hold you in my arms. To breathe life into your lost soul.
I don’t plan to give up on us Crabby, and I believe you shouldn’t either.
All my love Apple-Pie xx
Sweet Apple-Pie.
Come visit and talk to me. Let me hear your voice. To see your shy smile. The glow in your eyes. To smell your scent and close my eyes as I dream of you.
Tell me of your days in the bayou. Do you still swim in our spot? Who watches you as you glide through the water? How I miss the smell of the leaves, the touch of the wind. Never will I take my freedom so lightly.
I miss the roads Apple-Pie. On my first day of freedom, that’s what we will do. We’ll take the Harley and celebrate. I bet you’d like that. I know I will. Just you, the open roads and me. There’ll be nothing to stop us. I cry for my freedom Apple-Pie. For the day when it’s just you and me.
There’s so much I want to say, but that’s going to be just between you and me.
See you soon.
Love Crabby xxx
Dearest Crabby
It may have been some time since we last spoke. Yet in the early mornings, when I’m unable to sleep, it’s you I’m thinking of. It’s your voice I hear. As I lie here in my bed, I want you to know what you do for me. How you inspire and bring out the best in me. You show me a side of myself, I would never see on my own.
You make me proud of who I am. With you, I am beautiful from the inside out, only because you help me to believe in myself. You bring luster when day are cloudy. When days are grey, you give me rainbows.
You know me better than I know myself and lift my spirits with your gentle smile. You calm my heart with your tender words. You are my safe harbor from the storms. You are my todays, my tomorrows, my hopes, and dreams. Without you, my life would not be the same. You are my soul and I love you.
Write to me soon Crabby. Give me a piece of you to keep me strong until the day you are free.
Love
Apple- Pie. xxx
Sweet Apple Pie
Sometimes when I lay on my bunk in the early hours, I convince myself that calling you on your birthday was a mistake. The sound of your sweet voice, a cold reminder of what I am missing, when all I have to look at are these grey walls. And big Colin, my cellmate, figure is not a patch on yours. When I close my eyes, and I see your image I have to remind myself I’m not embellishing your curves, as the photograph you sent so long ago no longer does you any justice.
Twiggy came to visit today and he tells me there may be trouble in Comfort Springs soon. If he is right about this, I want you to take a step back from Devils Comfort and concentrate on your studies. Although my release date is near, and soon we will be together, while I am behind these walls, I am worried if anything was to happen to you I wouldn’t be there to help you.
I had promised myself that with my release dates so near I could wait to see you. However, I find this to be untrue and although it goes against everything I want, I enclose a visiting order. I know it is short notice, but I do hope you can make it. I need to see your sunny smile. I crave for the touch of your skin, to count the beat of your pulse. I hunger after the scent of your flesh, the whisper of your breath as it trails across my throat. Knowing you are there, waiting for me, keeps me strong and the bleak nights at bay.
Dream of me my dark lady as I dream of you.
Love Crabby xxx
Dearest Crabby
I went outside today. The sun may have scorched through the thin top I was wearing. Yet I didn’t care. Do you want to know why I didn’t care? Because I had glanced at the calendar Crabby and my heart burst.
Three weeks. That’s all there is between you and me. Three weeks until I can touch your skin. Feel your breath on me. There’ll be no one to watch us, to criticize us, or to stand in our way.
So you see Crabby the sun doesn’t bother me today. For today I welcome its heat. A sweet reminder of the freedom you have been denied, but will soon feel again.
As the sun shone down, I let go of my resentment. My resentment of the MC, of the other bikers. My resentment as to why was it you, who had been locked away.
The years have been lonely with you where you are. Each morning I’d wake, only to run downstairs to see if the post h
as been delivered. Eager to know if there was a letter for me from you. Most morning, disappointment would assault me as there wouldn’t be anything from you. The letter box empty.
Yet on the days your letters do arrive, I would skip, no that’s not right, I would practically run to our place.
First I would just stare at the envelope. Sniffing it. And though there was no scent, I could smell you. Your image would rise up before me. Pale blue eyes would be laughing down at me.
Then I’d carefully open the letter. There is no tearing at the edges. No, I would carefully slide my finger through the edges. Gently pushing at the glue until it gave way.
Then carefully, I would draw the letter from its enclosure. Open the folds slowly, then spread the letter out before me. Running my fingers over you scrawny writing, imagining you lips moving as you wrote to me.
From my pocket, I would extract a peppermint cream, popping it into my mouth as I leant against our tree. My first reading is swift. My second is slower. My third, would have me rolling my tongue over every word you have written. Savoring them as I memorized them.
Then carefully, I would refold the letter before placing it back in the government issue envelope. Then I’d gaze out at the bayou. And in my head, I count the days until you will be sat here with me.
Soon Crabby there will be no more letters. Just you and me.
Love you.
Your very own Apple-Pie.
The Visit.
“Emily you can change your mind.”
“No.”
I have been waiting for this visit for nearly two years. A wait, which had left me unhappy with Crabby’s attitude. It was unfair to make me wait, until I was sixteen, before allowing me my first visit to the prison. Sometimes, I would read Crabby’s letters, and wondered, if Tabby was behind the refusals. It had taken forever for my sixteenth birthday to arrive. A birthday, which as far as I was concerned, had not come round quick enough. Each letter Crabby sent, I have read several times over. Some were short others were long. The worst times, were when Crabby didn’t write for ages. Times, he said he was unavailable.
