My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (8 page)

Crabby’s tucking into his breakfast with gusto, and from across the table I silently watch him from over the top of my coffee mug.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Pale blue eyes glanced over me as Crabby wipes the sleeve of his shirt across his mouth. His hand turning to raise his mug of coffee.

“The Hybrids turned up. You’re aware of that.”

“Eh, yeah.”

“Now Apple-Pie, if you don’t want your bottom spanking, behave yourself.”

With the best smile I was able to conjure up, I blink innocently at Crabby, who released a small snigger.

“Anyway, back to last night. The Hybrids turned up; we gave chase until they were out of Comfort Springs, then returned to the club.”

“Was anyone hurt?”

I’d just left the ladies, when Flynn and some other bikers had come in, carrying a biker. Due to the dim light, I hadn’t been unable to see clearly who it was.

“No, everyone returned fine.”

“Okay.”

Ruffled by his answer, I turn to my own breakfast and began to play with my eggs, digging into them with my fork.

“I thought I saw Flynn carrying someone.”

Crabby’s mug landed on the table with a loud bang, which caused some of the fluid to spill on to the table, causing me to raise my eyebrow.

“Crabby?”

“Sorry Apple-Pie, I forgot. One of the bikers took a tumble, but he’s fine now.”

“Oh, Okay… Crabby.”

“Yes.”

Weakly I smile at the biker who was now watching me warily.

“I think we should go and see Momma today.”

“I think that’s a great idea Apple-Pie.”

MSD

As we pull up outside Momma’s house, it appears to be deserted, and with Crabby’s help, I dismount from the bike and hobble over to the door. Although I still have my key, which is burning at the bottom of my purse for me to use. It didn’t feel right to let myself in. As soon as Crabby joined me, I knocked on the door. My heart beating faster than a train hurtling towards its destination.

As I wait for Momma to open the door, I hear Rosie barking. If Rosie’s home so is Momma, she rarely went anywhere without the animal. Georgie and Luke must be busy. As I glance around the yard; I notice the holiday decorations were up. Just as I was about to knock on the door again, Momma opened the door. A Momma who is looking paler than usual.

“Hello Momma.”

“Emily.”

“Can Crabby and I come in?”

Momma glanced over the street, before she rolled back, allowing us through the door. The door closing quietly as Momma remained by the door.

“Let’s go into the living room, Momma.”

“No Emily, whatever you have to say. Can be said here.”

Momma still hasn’t acknowledged Crabby, and I find myself shuffling my good foot, which wasn’t a good move.

“I need to sit down Momma.”

I pointedly looked at the crutches.

“If you want to sit down in my house. He waits outside Emily.”

“Mrs Winters, Apple-Pie and I are here together to talk to you.”

“Her name is Emily and you need to use it.”

“And she’s Apple-Pie to me.”

“Emily if your boyfriend cannot be civil in my home. Then ask him to leave, please.”

“Mrs Winter’s, I’m not Apple-Pie’s boyfriend. I’m her husband.”

Shit, that’s the way to go Crabby, just spurt it out. Don’t cushion it for Momma.

Momma’s pale skin was almost translucent as she spun her wheelchair to face me. Her eyes flashing, as her lips curled back.

“Is this true Emily? Did you marry this biker?”

“Yes Momma.”

As Momma turned towards the door, my heart sank.

“Momma.”

“Go Emily. And the next time you want to talk. Come alone.”

“Momma, Crabby and I, are a couple and you’re going to have to get used to. It’ll be Christmas day in a few days. Let’s not be like this.”

“Leave the club Emily, and I’ll talk to you. Until then, go.”

Frustrated by Momma’s lack of support, I went to stand by the bike, fighting back my tears as I waited for Crabby. When he does join me, Crabby threw a glance which caused my heart to squeeze a little tighter.

“Give her time Apple-Pie.”

“Take me to Ted’s.”

I didn’t know what I was going to say to Ted, but if Crabby was right. and Momma and Ted are having a relationship, I was going to use him. Shit, I’d even make him my best friend if I have to.

Once more, Crabby helped me dismount from the bike, stroking my arm as he placed a kiss on my mouth. The warmth of his touch was just what I needed, and I found myself leaning into him, drawing strength from his strength.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll call you when I want collecting.”

“There’s no need to call. I’ll wait out here for you.”

“No. Go.”

“Apple-Pie.”

“Please Crabby. This is hard enough.”

“And that’s why I think I should stay.”

“You’re a wonderful man Crabby. But I need to do this by myself.”

Crabby gave the house a glance over before returning to mount his bike. When he has his helmet in place, he leant over and gave me another kiss. This one has my toes curling and I was tempted to climb back on his bike and forget everything.

“If you change your mind. Call me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Despondently, I watch Crabby as he rides down the road. When he disappears from sight, I turn towards the door. Which is answered on my second knock.

“Hi Ted.”

“Hi Emily. Come on in. Can I get you a drink?”

“Thanks Ted.”

While Ted made the coffee, I make myself comfortable on his sofa. This was my first visit to his house and as I wait for Teddy’s return, I take a quick glance around at my surroundings. On a dresser was a selection of photographs. All of his family, Baby Blu and Inferno were in a couple. There were photographs of Trax, Tommy and JJ, the newest addition to the Page’s clan. There is also a recent one of them altogether. Just as I was about to drift pass, I notice a photograph of me, and I hobble over to take a closer look. Surprised to discover there are in fact several pictures of me, at various stages of my life.

“Emily.”

Lifting one of the photographs, it looks as though I must be about seven in it. My two front teeth were missing, yet I appear to be happy.

“I hated you Ted. And I hated Momma.”

“Emily it was a difficult time for all of us.”

Slowly I turn towards the sofa and sit back down. Cautiously watching Ted as he places himself in the chair opposite.

“Do you know what I wonder the most.”

“No.”

“If I would ever have found out the truth. I was fourteen, and my life was a lie. If Momma hadn’t had to, would she have ever said anything?”

“I don’t know Emily. I always like to believe your Momma would have said something.”

“But why did she wait fourteen years.”

“You’ll have to ask her that.”

Slowly I tilt my head, closing my eyes.

“Why did you leave her Ted? Why did you leave her to struggle after the car accident, and especially after Poppa left?... That was when she needed you the most.”

I haven’t seen Poppa in a long time. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from calling him Poppa.

“Laura and I had a big argument, and neither of us were willing to talk. After our affair, she went back to her husband, and at first, I believed you were a product of their reunion.”

“Why didn’t you question her? Didn’t you even suspect I could have been yours?”

“Because I didn’t want to face the pain of losing another baby, another daughter. When Baby Blu’s mother left and took Baby Blu with her. It broke my heart. If I had asked Laura about you. History would have been repeating itself.”

“So instead you take the coward’s way.”             

“I’m not proud of myself Emily.”

“And you and Momma are having a relationship.”

Ted’s booming laughter fills the room, and I shuffle in agitation. I hadn’t meant to be funny.

“Yes Emily. Your mother and I are having an affair.”

“Crabby and I were married the other week.”

“Baby Blu’s already informed me.”

Steady green eyes watch me closely, and I return his stare.

“And.”

“You’ve been fixated on Crabby for a long time Emily. I may disagree with some stuff you do. However, like with Baby Blu. I’ll be here if you ever need me.”

It hurts me now. But I need Ted, and I need his help.

“Will you talk to Momma for me? Try to get her to listen.”

“I’ll give you the same promise I gave Baby Blu. I’ll do what I can.”

“Hey Apple-Pie are you Okay.”

“I guess my legs playing up. The tree looks wonderful Crabby.”

I wasn’t just saying it. Crabby has done a grand job of decorating the tree. After returning from Ted Jenson’s house, Crabby had come home laden with paper and popcorn to decorate the tree, which we had spent most of the evening doing. There had also been a couple of bought decorations and now Crabby was handing me a small box as he placed his body next to mine on the sofa. His hand, hanging loosely over my shoulder, while one leg swung over the arm of the burgundy sofa.

Eagerly I tore open the box and raise the glass angel from the box. It couldn’t have been any more than 5cm tall. The wings were made from thin threads of glass and tears gathered in my eyes.

“It’s beautiful Crabby.”

“Our first Christmas Apple-Pie and you deserve it. Come on, put it on the tree.”

Apprehensively I raise my eyes up at the tree.

“Crabby I can’t.”

“Yes you can.”

As he leapt from the sofa, Crabby grabbed hold of my free hand and hauled me up to raise me in to his arms. Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck to place a kiss on his neck. I love the texture of Crabby’s neck. The scent of his aftershave as it wafts up my nostrils, tickling the hairs in my nose. When Crabby Abruptly came to a stop in front of the tree, I release a squeal as he up righted my body and raised me until I was sitting on his shoulders, his hand coming to rest on the cast to take the weight.

While Crabby held me steady, I placed the angel, and then bent down to drop a swift kiss on Crabby’s forehead.

“Duck.”

“What.”

“Duck, we’re going through the door.”

More laughter escapes from me as Crabby, enters the bedroom, and gently places me on the bed.

“Don’t move.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere. Crabby.”

A glint enters Crabby’s pale blue eyes as his gaze wandered over me, causing my stomach to tighten.

“Let’s play a game Apple-Pie.”

With a whoosh, I find myself breathless. My clit has come to life, and my breasts are becoming heavy as my stomach quivers.

“What kind of game?”

“Crabby says.”

Shit, I love Simon says. I was pretty darn good at it as well. Eagerly I nod my head while I wait for Crabby to begin.

“The rules are. You don’t do anything unless Crabby says you can.”

As he spoke to me, Crabby is undoing the catch on my skirt and shuffling it down my legs.

“Okay.”

“That includes no climaxing unless Crabby says.”

Crabby’s eyes were lingering on my panties as his fingers skimmed the edge of the material and I watch my stomach tremble from his touch. Swallowing the saliva in my throat, I again tilt my head. My tongue gave up working the moment my clit began to throb. Crabby’s predatory smile doesn’t help and my throat constricts as he bent his head to place his lips against mine. The tender caress of his lips has me responding to his touch. When the light tap landed on my thigh, I jumped back startled.

“Crabby.”

“Crabby didn’t say you could kiss back.”

Crabby’s fingers were light over my thigh as he stroked the flesh and I felt my leg beginning to tremble. Determinably, I held my legs still, willing them not to move.

“Good Girl.”

Crabby’s fingers, hook into the sides of my pants and just as I thought he would snap them off me, he slowly slid them down my legs. The tips of his fingers caressing my flesh, causing a groan to mount at the back of my throat. His lips followed his fingers, touching, caressing every part of my legs, forcing me to push my hips into the mattress as I tried to stop my pussy from tingling as my juice gathers. Prove of how affected I am from Crabby’s touch.

When Crabby settles himself between my legs and raises my hips, so his lips met my bare pussy, his tongue flickering around the ring, I arched my body and grab on to his head, gripping his hair.

“Did Crabby say you could move?”

Weakly I shake my head and drop my arms back on to the bed.

“Remember Apple-Pie you can only do as Crabby says.”

Crabby’s tongue has once more returned to play with my pussy and ring. His tongue light one moment, hard the next. When he flicks his tongue against my entrance, I have to grab the sheets, willing my body to stop its trembling.

“Crabby please say something.”

“What would you like Crabby to say?”

Thankfully, Crabby has left his torment of my pussy and was now blowing on the skin of my belly while his finger played with my belly ring under the t-shirt I was still wearing.

“Anything.”

“Anything.”

“Erm, Crabby I’ll have to think.”

Shit, all he has to say was I could move.

“Crabby.”

“Shush Apple-Pie, Crabby hasn’t said you can talk.”

Throwing my head back against the pillow, I release a groan of disgust, which only sharpens when Crabby speaks again.

“Crabby say’s raise your arms.”

Docilely I raise my arms, and Crabby removes my T-shirt, followed by my bra. His fingers coming to rest against my nipples where he begins to strum at the hardening buds.

“Will you get your tits pierced Apple-Pie?”

Ha, he wasn’t catching me out. He hasn’t said Crabby Says.

Crabby’s teeth gently nipped the erect bud, his laughter vibrating against my flesh, making me want to join in.

“Crabby says, will you get your tits pierced?”

Over the years, I have had several piercing done, my lip, my nose, my eyebrow and several on my ears. Blue eyes clash with blue eyes and shakily I nod my head.

As Crabby returns to play with my breasts, he must have been satisfied with my answer. His tongue twirling around the nub as he pulls on it with his teeth. With each pull and lick he makes, there was an answering tug in my stomach as the heat built in my pussy. Caught up in the sensations Crabby is creating, I forget I wasn’t supposed to move, and my arms find their way to his back. To stroke the curve of his spine. Crabby, nipped harder in warning, and I quickly drop my hands back on to the bed. Along with the arousal Crabby is creating I am becoming frustrated.

I was desperate to touch the man who was worshiping my body. His tongue trailing along my flesh to come and play with my navel and the ring there. Yeah, Crabby has a thing for piercings. As his tongue played with my navel; his fingers have sneaked to my pussy. Where they were gently swirling my cream into my clit and the ring.

“Fuck Crabby. Tell me I can come.”

“Not until I’m inside you Apple-Pie.”

“I’m ready Crabby. Please.”

“Soon.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You’re loving this.”

Shit, he was right, I loved the way he was stroking, caressing and loving my body as he alternated between his hands and fingers. My clit is on fire and my body is trembling. And with or without a Crabby Says, I was going to climax and Crabby only had himself to blame.

“Apple-Pie.”

“Yeah.”

“If you come, without Crabby saying. I’ll stop.”

Fuck, my body froze.

“You won’t.”

“I was taught by the best.”

“Who.”

“You really want to talk about another man, while I’m loving you.”

“You’re not loving me. You’re torturing me.”

“Then why is your body so wet.”

“All I’m saying Crabby is…. Payback.”

Crabby’s laughter has my toes curling with tingles as he places his body between mine.

“I’m not playing Apple-Pie says.”

“Kiss me and shut up.”

“Are you ready Apple-Pie.”

Crabby has the head of his cock probing at my slick entrance. Fuck, I was more than ready.

“No.”

“What do you mean no.”

My smile is wicked as I look into lust filled eyes. The pale blue iris turned black, stare at me.

“Crabby didn’t Say.” I snigger.

“Crabby asks politely are you ready to take his cock.”

“Can I touch you?”

“Are you bargaining with me?”

“Yep.”

“Touch away Apple-Pie.”

“I’m more than willing to take your cock Crabby.”

Crabby pushes his cock into me, stretching me with his girth and as he settles in me. The muscles in my pussy contracted and clench.

“Fuck me Crabby.”

As soon as I have finished speaking, Crabby moves his body. His thrusts deep and slow, building in tempo as he went deeper and deeper. My hands find Crabby’s butt cheeks and I hold on to him, matching his rhythm. As Crabby thrust into me, my mouth latches on to his throat, suckling the flesh in tempo. Unable to hold back any longer, my body tensed before quivering as I find my release. Crabby came in me. His groan loud in the room as his body shook over mine.