My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (16 page)

“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 of 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.”

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.”

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.”

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 to 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