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Chapter 20

The alarm disturbed my sleep and reluctantly, I let go of the woman’s body which was sleeping peacefully. Since moving in with Apple-Pie, I was surprised to discover she didn’t sleep much at night. If she thought, she was disturbing my sleep. She would struggle out of the bed and sit in the armchair by the window, and stare into the darkness. If I asked her what was keeping her awake, she’d just give a shrug of her shoulders and tell me to go back to sleep. Instead, I’d carry Apple-Pie back into bed while bringing her body closer to mine. For the rest of the night, we’d lie like this, neither of us talking.

I have ten minutes to get to the club and the sun hasn’t rose yet. Although we have a long ride ahead of us, we should be at our destination before lunch.

“You’re leaving early.”

With a returning sleepy smile, I lean over the prone body and lay a kiss on her morning lips.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You always disturb me.”

“Imp.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“Yeah, I’m going to miss you too.”

“Crabby?”

Apple-Pie shuffled back, coming into a sitting position on the bed.

“Yeah.”

“Take care. And don’t do anything stupid.”

With another kiss to her forehead, I break away from Apple-Pie’s hold.

“I’ll call.”

“I’m going over to Momma’s to sort this mess out.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait until I return.”

“No. I can do this without you.”

With one last kiss, I left Apple-Pie to meet my brothers for the long ride to Jackson.

The ride to Jackson was just as long as I expected, It was also a quiet reflective ride. And as pre-arranged, we met Quick Draw and Fraggle, who had ridden up the night before at a rundown bar. The bar is busy when we arrive, and as we stroll through, no one bothers to give us a second glance. In the far corner was Quick Draw and Fraggle. The chair I chose for myself gave me a clear view of the room, especially of the door, where I can watch anybody leaving, or any newcomers arriving.

We are a large group, and I doubt if our arrival has gone unnoticed. Yet no one appears to be making any effort to leave. With one last glance around the room, I return my attention to Quick Draw.

“Their group is growing. When we staked the place out last night. There were fifteen bikes. And they’re the only ones we could see.”

“They were the only bikes we saw anyway. As we returned to town, we discovered a couple more buildings and there’s no way of knowing how many others there are.”

“Thanks Fraggle, Quick Draw. We’ll spilt and take another surveillance run.”

Inferno glanced out of the window before returning his attention back to his brothers.

“When we arrive at the plantation, we’ll split in to four groups. Linc, you take Fraggle and Fudge. Dec, Quick Draw and Chilli will go with you. Crabby, Trax, you go with Twiggy. Sundance, Tabby you come with me.”

Now that we were aware of what we might be facing, we left the bar and rode out to the plantation, which was about a further hour’s ride from Jackson.  As we travel to our destination, the roads remain empty, and soon as we arrive at the plantation, where we split in to our pre-designated groups.

“Check the place out, but don’t enter.”

While Inferno and his group take the main road, Twiggy, Trax and I backtracked, while Linc and his crew went to check the abandoned buildings as Dec and the others carried up the road.

When we were about a mile down the road, Twiggy suggested we hide the bikes and carried out our surveillance on foot. With ease, we climb over the high wire fence to check the place out. The rear of the building appears to be empty and just as we are about to return to our bikes, the sound of new arrivals coming up the lane catches our attention. From our position behind a large Louisiana Oak, we stealthily watch as three bikers draw in to the rear, parking their bikes close to the door before entering. Twiggy quickly relays this information to Inferno, who instructs that we are not to do anything just yet. That tonight we were just to spend our time surveilling the place.

As evening changed to night, the air became chilled, and I became frustrated.  I’d promised Apple-Pie I’d call her, but I wasn’t in a position to. There are too many ears about. Added to this, I was unsure if my prey was inside that building.

As I once more let my gaze rove over the large house, Trax came to stand beside.

“Things are really serious between you and Apple-Pie.”

“I married the woman. Couldn’t be more serious if I tried.”

For a moment, Trax continues to look at the house, his eyes fixed on the main door.

“I’m breaking away from Comfort Springs and Devil’s Comfort.”

Fuck, that came from nowhere and slowly I turn my gaze on to Trax, giving him my full attention.”

“Have you spoken to anyone yet.”

“Yeah, I spoke to the committee, and they’re going to put it to a vote.”

Again, I incline my head.

“If you want my vote, you have it.”

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to join me. Help to find somewhere to settle and start our own charter.”

“Have you asked any of the others?”

“Only Quick Draw and Sundance.”

“Have they given you an answer?”

“Not yet.”

Slowly I turn away from Trax. Another biker was entering the plantation and by the light of the door, I recognize him as the biker who had kidnapped Apple-Pie.

“I’ll get back to you Trax.”

Fuck, I couldn’t just up and leave Comfort Springs. But what was there for me in Comfort Springs.

As the biker entered the building I rang Inferno, who once more instructed us to continue waiting.

Shit to this. We knew our prey was inside, and there were eleven other men watching the house. With this knowledge I find a quiet spot and ring Apple-Pie. I need to hear her voice, and to hell with the others. Her sleepy voice sends rivers of lust straight to my cock, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

“Where are you Apple-Pie?”

“On the couch, drifting.”

“Drifting?”

“Yeah, I was watching some film, and I fell asleep.”

“Did I wake you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

The slightly out of breath sound of Apple-Pie’s voice, has my cock twitching and I knew what I was going to do next was going to cripple me.

“What are you wearing.”

The slight laughter, is just enough to make me reach for my cock. And with a frustrated growl, I quickly stand up. Shit, I could do with the extra adrenaline.

“A pair of black panties and a grey t-shirt.”

“Anything else.”

“No.”

“Remove the T-shirt.”

“Crabby.”

Apple-Pie’s scandalized squeal has me chuckling as I re-instructed her to remove her T-shirt, which she did this time.

“Now take off your panties.”

The line went silent, and then there was a ping telling me I had received a message, a scroll of the cell, reveals a pair of panties and a grey T-shirt thrown on to the couch. As an image of a naked Apple-Pie rose before me, I released another game. What the fuck was I doing. Still, this didn’t stop me.

“Lean back on the sofa Apple-Pie and play with your titties. Make them come alive.”

Apple-Pie’s chuckle sent a tingle down my spine, and I brace myself against the tree to watch the shadow in the window. Shit, I was about to have phone sex while I was watching another man.

“Where are you Crabby.”

“In the woods.”

A glance around my environment is enough to convince myself I wasn’t lying.

“Are you on your own Crabby?”

Fuck, silently I bang my head against the trunk of the oak. My groan has nothing to do with arousal.

“Shit, Apple-Pie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started this.”

“You can make it up to me when you return.”

“I look forward to it.”

Reluctantly, I finish the call, but only after Apple Pie has promised to dream of me and I once more turned my brothers.

“Fuck, why don’t we just go in.”

Twiggy glanced over with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile, in response, Insolently, I flipped him the finger.

“We wait. Davy arrived on his own. So maybe he’ll leave on his own.”

“And.”

“We take him without any trouble when he leaves.”

Chapter 21

Crabby returned home after being on the road for four days. When he did come home, he had shrugged out of his cut and jacket, then proceeded to switch the television on. That was a couple of hours ago. Since his arrival, he hasn’t spoken, and neither have I. Now I’ve had enough.

“What happened on the run.”

Crabby blinked as he turned his gaze to me. The beer bottle bouncing on his knee as he rocked his leg.

“What.”

“You haven’t said anything. So I wondered if your plans have fallen through.”

Crabby’s face broke into a smile. It was slow at first, but as it spread, I curled my toes in an attempt to ground myself. I was ready to jump this man. I also thought Crabby would be in the same mood as me after being on the road. Fuck, normally as soon as he walks through the door, Crabby has me pushed up against the wall, thrusting his body into mine. As I find myself becoming hot at the image of a naked Crabby, I give myself a mental shake as wish I had something in my hands, to keep me occupied.

“Apple-Pie. The trip was a success.”

“Then why haven’t you spoken.”

“I said the trip was a success, not that the club was happy with me.”

“You upset the club. That’s not like you Crabby.”

“Stop being sassy and come and give me a kiss.”

“No.”

“What.”

“You haven’t been nice to me. So why should I be nice to you.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll be extra nice to you.”

Shit, my stomach has gone into spin cycle. I’m supposed to be annoyed with the biker. Yet I have an ache only he can ease.

“How nice.”

“Veeeerrrry….”

“Tell me.”

As I taunt Crabby from my seat, he rises from his chair, blocking the sunlight from my vision. Although his large body is over mine. I neither felt scared or threatened. If I said no. Crabby would walk away. He wouldn’t be happy, but he wouldn’t force me. His lips trailed over my eye and a shiver ran through me, but I refuse to back down.

“Is that all you’ve got Crabby.”

His laughter causes further tingles as the pulse in my clit becomes heavy, while my tits push against their confines.

“Tell me what you want Apple-Pie.”

“Naked. I want you naked in front of me.”

Crabby pushes himself away from me and with a chuckle as he switches on the music center. The strains of Destiny’s Child Bootylicious began to play and Crabby began to twist his body in front of me. Excited at the show I’m about to receive, I lean back against the couch, and appreciate the body in front of me. His tall frame twisting as he shrugs out of his T-shirt, twirling it before dropping it on the floor. Then he twisted and turned his body until his back was facing me, and he gave his ass a shake. Jiggling his hips as he pushes the waistband of his denims down. His ass is taunt and I sit on my hands to prevent myself from stretching out to touch him. As he pushes his denims down to his ankles, I giggle and gasp as he bends forward to undo the laces of his boots and removes them.  As soon as he is naked, I forget how to breath as I blatantly stare at his ass, which is swiftly exchanged for a view of a very hard aroused cock.

Crabby’s finger’s circle his nipples, and I giggle as he pouts and twists. Once more I allow my gaze to drift to his cock. Riveted by the firmness and knowing soon I’d have it inside me. Awkwardly, I shift on the couch as my panties turned wet. Crabby’s hand is now playing with his cock. He is stroking the flesh I want to touch and taste. Yet he continues to deny me that pleasure as he steps out of my range. His own blue eyes were bright. His teasing game changing as the atmosphere becomes electric. Then he breaks into my trance as he sits on the couch beside me.

“Your turn.”

“What.”

“Strip for me.”

“No, I’ll fall.”

“You can do it. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

And I knew he would.

Hesitantly, I rise from the couch and as I wobble, Crabby’s arms came around my waist and steadied me. When he is sure that I’m in no danger of falling, he leans back against the couch and cups his cock. His eyes devouring me as he appraises me from head to toe.

Confident in the knowledge I was the one responsible for the state of his aroused cock, I give a slight sway of my hips. As Crabby’s eyes become more encouraging, I raise my arms slightly and began to move my body slowly. There was none of the parody or wildness that Crabby had exhibited  

My moves were slow and calculating, just as Rayven had taught me. When he groans, I remove the blue T-shirt I’m wearing, and as my hips jiggle, I pull down the front zipper on my short skirt and slowly drop it to the floor. When Crabby licks his lips, I know he is loving my underwear.

“The bra.”

As our eyes lock, I obey Crabby, slowly removing the bra, as I expose my tits to his gaze.

“Now the panties.”

The panties were not removed as smoothly as the bra. In fact, Crabby has to lean forward to assist and as he did. He places a kiss on my inner thigh and I grab on to his head for support. Instead of returning to his original position, once Crabby has my pants removed, he places kisses up and down both legs and once more I wobble.

“Crabby.”

Crabby broke contact with my flesh. His eyes coming up to meet mine. One moment I was standing. The next I’m lying on the floor and Crabby is kneeling at my feet. His fingers stroking my ankles as he raises my leg to his mouth and places kisses on the arch of my foot, before moving to my ankle, my calf. The back of my knee, my thigh. His mouth then moves across my lower stomach. Avoiding the place where I desired him the most. His mouth then moves down my other leg, only coming to stop at the edge of my cast. Shit, I couldn’t wait for the thing to be gone. Then he retraced his steps. His fingers light as they stroke my skin. His kisses, barely touching my flesh. And once more he avoids the one place I wanted him to touch. To kiss.

“Crabby.”

My breathing is becoming labored, and my hips keep rising off the floor as they seek and find Crabby’s lips. At the touch of his lips on my stomach, I once more thrust into him. Opening my legs as he settles his body over me. When he begins to move up my body. I was convinced he was going to take my tits into his mouth. Instead, the bastard avoided these as well as his tongue trailed over my body, moving to my arms. When he reaches my wrists to lick and suckle the inner flesh, I would have sworn I was about to climax. His touch is affecting my breathing and my thinking. And when I raise my free hand to stroke his back. Crabby breaks the kiss, instructing me to put it back on the floor. Hypnotically I do as he instructs, turning my gaze to the ceiling. Maybe if I watch the blades of the fan as they spin, it would distract me from Crabby’s touch. It failed.

“Crabby I want you.”

As I speak, Crabby shuffles his body, his cock pushing against my pussy, but not in to it.

“What do you want Apple-Pie.”

“Your cock… Inside me.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have my fingers.”

As he tormented me, Crabby’s fingers were a whisper of a touch as they slid over the flesh of my pussy, to push against my burning clit.

“Yes.”

“What about my mouth Apple-Pie.”

This time when he speaks, his tongue trails over the base of my throat, coming to the dip at my neck, where he suckles the flesh.

“Yes.”

“Which is it Apple-Pie.”

“Everything. All of you.”

Crabby’s chuckle has my clit exploding as I arch into him, and gently he thrusts his cock into me. My muscles clinging on to his solid cock as he slowly surges in, then pulls out. My body matched his tempo and when he hits my sweet spot, I gurgle and pull at his shoulders, kneading his flesh. With each stroke and thrust, Crabby increases the tempo until I was no longer able to hold back, and I convulse around his cock. My juices squishing over him as he finally convulses and explodes inside me.

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