Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4) (4 page)

She moaned and clenched me tighter, and I switched to the opposite breast, sensing the change in her.

And when her orgasm swept over her, I finally let go to chase my own.

My balls drew up and I came.

I emptied everything I had into her, and pulled out, watching as my release leaked out of her onto the hood of the truck.

“You’re gonna need to make sure you clean this up well,” I told her, tucking myself back into my pants despite the fact that my cock still throbbed.

She laughed, and I watched as even more leaked out.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered, sitting up.

I hopped down and tossed her the jeans.

She took the panties out of the leg hole and cleaned herself up, followed by the hood of the truck.

“Thanks for that,” she whispered, her feet going to the bumper.

She hopped lithely to the ground and I smiled as she strolled back into the house, naked from the bottom down, and slammed the door shut behind her.

I picked up her boots and tossed them onto the front porch, smiling as I did.

My night had turned around after all.

In Texas if you yell ‘The stars at night are big and bright’ where someone can hear you, they’ll answer with ‘deep in the heart of Texas.’

-Proven Fact

Kitt

“There’s a biker here to see you,” I called as I came out of my room.

My brother, dressed fully in his sheriff’s deputy uniform of brown pants and brown shirt, with the yellow stripe down the side of his legs, moseyed to the window and looked out.

“About fucking time,” he muttered.

“What’s about fucking time?” I
wondered as I grabbed my jeans out of the laundry basket and slipped them on.

“We had a meeting today, and I asked him to follow me to work. He said he had to check on his pop first, and that he’d meet me here,” he answered. “Did you know he lives just down the road from us?”

I buttoned my jeans and started searching for a shirt to put over my camisole.

“No, had no clue. How cool?” I lied.

“You know where my belt is?”

I pointed to the couch.

My brother grabbed his gun belt off the couch, where he’d left it two days ago when he got off shift, and belted it around his waist.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

A knock sounded at the door right when I found a t-shirt.

Instead of putting it on, though, I walked to the door and swung it open wide.

Apple’s eyes immediately went to my breasts.

I smiled.

See, that was one of the advantages of having no boobs to speak of. When you didn’t feel like it, you didn’t have to wear a bra.

Now
being one of those times.

Apple’s eyes never even lifted off my breasts, so I cleared my throat.

“Good morning, Core,” I drawled, using the name he’d acquired during his time with The Uncertain Saints.

Apple’s eyes slowly moved up the length of my body, stopping when he reached my eyes.

“Mornin’,” he murmured. “Ridley in?”

I moved to the side to show Ridley shoving his face full of powdered donuts.

“Hey!” I growled indignantly. “I was taking those to school with me!”

Ridley shrugged.

“Sorry,” he lied, white powder spraying out as he did.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Seriously,” I groaned. “Fucking wonderful.”

Ridley moved to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and just when I went to grab my boots that were outside on the porch, Apple pulled me until my back hit the door.

Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue plunging inside my mouth.

He tasted sweet. Like jelly or sugar of some kind.

But I lost the desire to qualify what I was tasting when he leaned into me and let me feel the length of his hard erection lining the front of his work pants.

His hat tipped back askew, and I moaned into his mouth when his cock started to grind into my pussy.

He ripped his face away from mine and dropped me to my feet, leaving me standing there, panting.

“What?” I gasped in confusion.

Then I heard my brother’s clodhoppers banging toward us.

“Have you seen my phone, Kitt?” Ridley
called. “I can’t find it.”

“Couch,” my voice croaked. I cleared my throat and said more clearly, “Couch.”

“Ahh, there it is. Thank you,” Ridley said, shoving the phone into his pocket, picking up his keys off the floor next to the coffee table, and walked toward us.

“Why’s your face all red?” he asked, pushing his way past me.

Apple had already stepped all the way down the porch steps to his bike, leaving me there looking utterly ridiculous.

Fumbling with the shirt, I pulled it off over my head and reached for my boots.

“Why are these outside?” Ridley asked.

My face flushed even more.

Last night was so not me.

In fact, it wasn’t even in the same realm as the normal me.

“I don’t know,” I lied, following him down the steps once I got them pulled on.

Ridley stopped next to the hood of his truck, and his eyes zeroed in on a spot.

“Nice,” my brother pointed to the ass print that was on the top of his truck. “I hope you’re practicing safe sex.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue, staring at my brother like he’d grown a second head.

I certainly
wasn’t
practicing safe sex.

Apple’s eyes flared at the mention of safe sex, and his eyes went down to the butt print he’d had a part in putting there the night before, and his eyes smiled.

His mouth didn’t so much as twitch, though, causing me to want to throw my cup of coffee at him.

“Can you give me a ride today?” I
batted my eyes.

Ridley looked at me, then back at his bike, and sighed.

“Yeah,” he replied stubbornly.

I wanted to laugh, but my brother knew better than to not listen to me.

Especially after the fourth time of having to come get me from work or school.

I smiled and skirted past Apple to get in the front seat of Ridley’s truck.

Apple’s eyes stayed on my butt as I climbed inside, and I felt the brush of his fingers along the seam of my pants before I scooted into the seat completely.

I tossed him a heated look over my shoulder, admiring his outfit.

He was in a tan shirt that the muscles of his arms bulged out of. A pair of hunter green pants that hugged his sexy ass to near perfection. A pair of black boots and a white cowboy hat finished off the ensemble.

He looked pretty snazzy if I did say so myself.

I opened my mouth to reply when a shiver raced up my spine.

My eyesight narrowed, and I breathed out shakily.

“I’m going to throw up.”

I accidentally punched myself in the face while trying to pull my comforter up last night. If that doesn’t accurately sum up my day, I don’t know what does.

-Apple to Ridley

Apple

I was nervous as hell to see her.

Why, I didn’t know.

I was a thirty-five-year-old grown man, and no little woman like the likes of Kitt Walker should make me shake in my boots, but she did.

After the meeting at the clubhouse this morning, I’d been tasked to follow Ridley to work so he could consult with me on something he was having trouble with.

All the men knew I used to be a police officer.

I’d spent ten years as a beat cop in Los Angeles, California, and I’d burned out quick.

I’d moved back to Texas, after a particularly bad arrest, quitting the force to lick my wounds.

I’d started helping my father with his logging business and was applying for jobs here, in hopes that I would not get sucked into the black hole that was my father’s business.
Again
.

After having little success, I’d moved onto a different field, thinking that continuing my career as a game warden would prove more appealing.

And mostly, it had.

About six months ago I’d transferred from West Texas to East Texas.

Ultimately, I enjoyed the shit out of my job.

It was fun.

What I didn’t enjoy was being brought back into the shit that I’d left behind.

Meaning, I was not looking forward to going to Ridley’s office and learning why he wanted me to follow him there. Getting drawn back into a police matter, even just as a consultant, was not on the top of my favorite-things-to-do list.

But I’d do it anyway.

In the months that I’d been prospecting for The Uncertain Saints, I’d found that I was sleeping better at night.

My headaches came less often, and I could breathe easier with them surrounding me.

I didn’t think they had any idea just exactly what they were doing for me, but I was glad to tell my father he was right.

And the woman currently shaking her ass at me was putting all of that in jeopardy.

Because I knew, if Ridley realized I’d fucked his sister, he’d not be happy about it.

As one of the founding members of The Uncertain Saints, Ridley’s wishes would hold more power. Would count for more.

And I needed another woman like I needed a hole in the head.

Seriously, if it didn’t have to do with my dick, there wasn’t anything I needed from a woman.

But my dick didn’t care.

It wanted Kitt Walker, and I had no say so in the matter.

“Hope you’re practicing safe sex,” Ridley finished off sarcastically with his sister.

I winced.

We hadn’t done that.

And now I was sweating.

Although that might be due to the fact that Kitt kept swaying her hips in my direction.

Or possibly because she had her tits hanging out of that shirt she was wearing.

My hand moved on auto pilot as she got into the truck, giving me an almost perfect view of her pussy.

My fingers lightly brushed over the seam of her jeans that ran along the length of her sex before my hand dropped back down to my side.

She smiled at me.

Then that smile quickly fell from her face.

Within seconds of that happening she looked at me and said, “I’m going to throw up.”

But then…nothing.

Not a damn thing.

She zoned out, her face went blank, and her breathing became heavy.

“Kitt,” I snapped my fingers in front of her face. “Hey. You okay?”

Ridley cursed from the other side of the truck.

“Is she looking at you?” He leaned over.

I looked at him, then back to her.

“No,” I shook my head. “What’s wrong?”

“Seizure,” he said simply. “Give her about thirty more seconds.”

My heart started to gallop in my chest.

“What?” I
cursed.

“She suffers from seizures. She’s lucky. These are fairly light compared to what she could be experiencing, according to her doctor,” he answered, getting into the truck all the way and buckling himself in.

“Ugh,” Kitt said not even ten seconds later. “Nasty.”

“What’s nasty?” I
blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answered. “And the metal. It makes me nauseous.”

“I’m so confused,” I shook my head and let her face go.

She smiled understandingly at me.

“Seizure.
When I’m about to experience one, I get what’s called an ‘aura.’ It is sort of like a premonition of things to come
. Tingles rake up my spine and then nausea starts to roll over me. Then I don’t remember anything that happens until I come back to myself a little while later. My mouth always tastes like metal.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

“Well, okay, then,” I backed off. “Do you still want me to follow you?”

Ridley nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you at the station. Would you mind picking up some batteries from the supermarket on your way? AA,” he gestured absently.

I nodded mutely and shut the door to the truck, backing away so they could leave.

The nonchalance that both of them were exhibiting was quite disturbing. They acted like this happened all the time.

And maybe it did.

To them. To me, it didn’t.

I was a goddamned mess!

She’d had a seizure! In front of me.

And now she was going to work like it didn’t even happen.

My eyes followed the truck until I could no longer see it, then I got on my bike, started it up and drove to the supermarket for batteries.

Then I went to Ridley’s office and waited for him outside.

He pulled in two minutes after me and parked, stepping out and looking directly at me.

“My sister’s a grown woman,” he mentioned.

I blinked but didn’t say anything.

“I can tell,” I murmured.

“So I don’t necessarily care or notice who she does and does not fuck,” he continued.

I closed my eyes, knowing instantly where this was going.

“I have my house wired,” he pointed out.

I blew out a breath.

“And I really, really don’t like seeing that you fucked my sister on my truck,” he said casually.

When I didn’t reply, he kept going.

“I expect it washed within the next day,” he continued. “I don’t like seeing my sister’s ass print on the hood when I’m driving.”

I nodded sharply.

“She’s not fucked up,” he leveled with me.

I looked up at him sharply. “I never said she was.”

“You looked at her like she was a freak show,” he stated.

I was shaking my head before he’d even finished his statement.

“I didn’t look at her like she was a freak show. I looked at her in alarm, because my buddy used to have seizures; when he had them, they were debilitating. It’d take him over twenty-four hours to recover, sometimes more. It was just weird to see her act like nothing even happened,” I explained.

Ridley’s eyes held relief.

“Don’t let me stop you from dating her. I may not like you, but that’s because I saw,” he pointed at me. “I know what you did.”

I grimaced.

I had tried to cover it up.

In fact, I thought I
had
covered it up.

But I wasn’t worried Ridley would tell anybody anything.

Aside from the other Uncertain Saints, I highly doubted he would ever mention this again.