My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (18 page)

The Visit 2

You really did lose the sense of time when you’re stuck inside four walls. With nothing but the same view to break the monotony. Take this morning, for instance. While I was lying on the bunk, a spider had joined me and for the next twenty minutes, I watched it as it skittered across the dirty paintwork. Thinking how its life was moving faster than mine.

There was nothing impressive about the spider; it was just your regular eight legged arachnids. Yet it had the one thing I didn’t. Freedom. The opportunity to do what it wanted in its short life. And why the fuck, has it chosen to spend that freedom in my cell.

Freedom, will be mine in thirty-four weeks, then I can return to my brothers Devil’s Comfort and to my girl, Apple-Pie. Thinking of Apple-Pie brings a smile to my face and a reminder as to why I was restless today. This afternoon, my Sweet Apple-Pie was coming for a visit.

Sweet Apple=Pie who was attempting to rebel against her family and failing. Thinking of Apple-Pie soon produced her sweet image before me. With her unruly black as coal hair, declaring more about her than, than her badass attitude.

A smile flickers across my face, as I reflect how I’ll be celebrating my first day of freedom. With Apple-Pie, who I haven’t kissed yet. Shit, I need to drop this fantasy now. From girl to woman, she has grown in front of me, albeit by letters and the occasional visit. There have never been enough visits. Having a Devil’s Comfort Biker as a brother-in-law was playing hell with my courtship of my own sweet devil.

“Theriot, your visitors have arrived, get a move on.”

With a deep breath, I threw my body off the bunk and followed the correctional officer. When we arrived at the visitor’s room, it was to find Apple-Pie and Sundance seated at one of the tables.

She was beautiful and as I watch her laugh with Sundance, my heart jerks. Were they always like this, laughing and touching? Silently I watch them from the doorway. How many times have I told Apple-Pie to go and find someone else? And how many times as she told me there wasn’t anyone but me.

With a determined shake of my body, I pull myself up to my full height and strut over to where Apple-Pie and Sundance are sat.

“Hi Apple-Pie, Sundance.”

“Crabby.”

Sundance’s greeting was laid back as he smiled and raised his body to give me a body slap. Yet my gaze never left Apple-Pie who was wearing a pink blush across her cheeks and shit, it was doing things to my body.

“Hi Crabby.”

Apple-Pie’s greeting was a whisper and I craved to lean into her and kiss her. However, I wouldn’t embarrass her in here. We have time I tell myself.

“Why so shy Apple-Pie. Is it because Sundance is here. Should I send him away?”

On my teasing, Apple-Pie’s blush turned from pink to scarlet and I know I should let the matter drop, yet something inside me was daring me to push her as far as I could.

Silently I watch Sundance as he rises, and mutters something about needing a drink. As he passes me, he delivers a thump to my upper arm and whispers.

“Don’t be crass.”

When Sundance is out of my vision, I turn my attention back to Apple-Pie.

“What did you tell your family?”

Apple-Pie’s sweet laughter fills the room and the blood in my body begins to thud. Again, she watches Sundance as he saunters across the room. And as I watch her, my stomach lurches. Is there something going on between them. Does she watch other men in the same way?

“Apple-Pie.”

My tone is louder than I had expected, and guiltily Apple-Pie turns to look at me. Her eyes sparkling with fire. Not wanting to hear her harsh voice, I grab hold of her hand. The flesh is smooth and I wonder if the rest of her is just as soft. Soon I’ll be free of here and Apple-Pie will be mine and there’ll be no reason for her to look at anyone else.

“I miss you Apple-Pie.”

“I miss you too Crabby.”

Reluctantly, I let go of Apple-Pie’s hand, holding her was not doing my body any favors.

“So what did you tell your family?”

“I didn’t tell them anything Crabby. They think I’m staying with friends.”

“And Sundance?”

“He understands.”

“He could get into trouble with the club for bringing you here.”

“If all you want to do is argue, I’m leaving.”

“Don’t be like that Apple-Pie.”

“I got the forms Crabby.”

My heart stopped. I knew what forms Apple-Pie was on about. We had talked about it when I had rung her.

The Visit 3

The drive has taken longer than I anticipated, yet with all of the delays; I still managed to arrive at the prison in time for my visit. Going through security was just as slow and then the bus to take us across to the visitor’s center arrived late, losing me precious time with Crabby.

Although the visitor’s room was full, it was easy to spot Crabby with his dirty cropped blonde hair. When he glanced in my direction, his eyes found mine unerringly and the pale blue eyes came to life, especially when he smiled. A smile, which has my heart jerking and my knees buckling and for what appeared like an infinity, I was unable to move. Vehemently I prayed for my feet to take me across the room without stumbling, and when I arrive at Crabby’s table, I flop into the chair opposite him. I knew without looking in a mirror that my smile matched his and the heat from my cheeks confirmed I was blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Hi.”

“Hi Apple Pie.”

With my tongue tied, Crabby winked at me as his hand came across the table, his thumb rubbing the flesh over the top of my hand.

“You made it.”

“Yeah. Wow, I’ve never driven so far by myself before Crabby”

Shit, I planned to act like a woman and all I’ve done since arriving, is behave like a young girl.

“You’ll get used to it.”

After a quick scan of the room, I returned my gaze to Crabby.

“You’ll be out of here before I get used to this place.”

Crabby’s fingers pushed the hair away from my face and the gentle touch of his hand triggered a shiver to run through my body. Naturally, I leant into his hand and my tongue tasted his skin. Crabby’s eyes darkened from my touch and inside I smiled, thrilled he was as affected by my touch as I was by his.

“I will Apple Pie and what’s the first thing you want to do when I get out?”

I felt the heat rush up my neck and I swiftly closed my eyes to hide my emotions, but I couldn’t prevent my tongue from running over my lips or my hands from becoming damp as pure and simple lust invaded my body. I am eighteen and I have waited, yearned for Crabby’s touch. I knew what I wanted.

“A kiss. Not one of those pecks you give me, or the slight brush of your lips over my hands. I want your mouth against mine. Your tongue in my mouth. I want to taste you. To savor everything that you are.”

“Kick your shoe off and pass me your foot.”

Puzzled by Crabby’s request, I quickly scanned the room. No one was interested in me, or what Crabby and I were doing. All the other prisoners were wrapped up in their own visitors and the guards looked bored as they chatted amongst themselves. Confident no one could see, I pushed my shoe off and raised my foot. My heart freezes when he rubs it over his shaft and I found my toes curling as I attempted to stroke him.

“Feel what you do to me Apple-Pie. This is what I’m like when I lie awake at night and think of you. In my lonely bed with your photograph, I bring myself what little pleasure I can. I want more than a kiss when I leave here. Can you give me that?”

As Crabby spoke, my ears filled with blood as the pressure pounded against my eardrum, and his words began to fade. The touch of his thumb rubbing the sole of my foot was causing my body to tremble and I had to squeeze my legs together. My arms came out in goosebumps although the room was warm.

“Yes.”

“Be sure Apple-Pie because they’ll be no turning back once you’re mine.”

When I gave my leg a tug, Crabby’s grip tightened and he pushed my foot firmly against the cloth of the pants he was wearing.

“I’ve waited for your Crabby, I’m not about to change my mind now.”

“There’s still five months before I’m released, anything could happen between now and then.”

Suddenly I reach over and grab Crabby’s free hand, stroking my thumb over the flesh of his palm. There were old callouses on the pads and I pressed against the coarse skin.

“Nothing’s going to happen Crabby. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

Crabby’s smile was sad as his fingers continued to stroke my toes and he gave a shake of his head.

“I haven’t changed my mind Apple-Pie.”

Apple-Pie’s earnest face brings a smile to mine and idly I carry on playing with her socked covered toes, letting my hand sliding up the inside leg of the denims she is wearing. The socks are short and I soon encounter her soft skin. Skin, now covered in goose pimples. A quick glance of the room shows no one is interested in what we are doing. Why should they be, hadn’t I paid them enough to turn the other way.

Apple-Pie’s shiver of delight and the bold way she holds my gaze has the blood rushing to my shaft. Fuck, I shouldn’t be touching her like this, especially when there isn’t a thing I can do about it. Yet this knowledge didn’t stop me from touching, or stroking her flesh.

“Crabby.”

“I know Apple-Pie. Feel what you do to me.”

Gently I rub Apple-Pie’s foot over my prison uniform once more, not bothering to hide my reaction.

“I can’t ease this ache Apple-Pie. Not the way I want to. Not until it’s you and me. Flesh against flesh.”

Apple-Pie coughed as she tried to pull her foot down.

“How about some gossip instead Crabby?”

“What kind of gossip.”

“Oh, I don’t know. How about Georgie is joining Luke at collage. Or that Ted is still coming round to the house. Shit Crabby, I’ll be glad to move away so that I don’t have to speak to him.”

“Your Momma’s losing her family one by one Apple-Pie, let her have Ted.”

As Apple-Pie pulled her foot from my grip, I realized it had been the wrong thing to say.

“I’m not leaving Comfort Springs and neither is Quick-Draw or Rayven. She still has her family… and the boys come home when they can.”

“Don’t you think your Momma deserves male company?”

Apple-Pie’s shocked expression has me hiding my laughter behind my hand. Why did she think Ted visited Laura?

“That’s gross Crabby. Momma wouldn’t be doing that.”

Now I am unable to hold back my laughter, which only increases as Apple-Pie continues to frown.

“Oh Apple-Pie, you’ll understand why soon enough.”

“You know Crabby; I think what you said about Momma was just to shock me.”

With a shrug, I leant over the table and hooked Apple-Pie’s hands in mine. Welcoming the feel of her fresh against mine, once more. With a silent groan, I reminded myself, I still had to wait another five months before I could enjoy Apple-Pie to the fullest.

“Watch them Apple-Pie. Then tell me I’m wrong.”

Apple-Pie tilted her head, then gave it a rueful shake. Her smile flips my insides. Yes, Apple-Pie is mine, and I send a grateful thanks to whoever sent her to me. My fingers continue stroking the flesh on the back of her hand, and through my touch, I can feel her slight tremor.

Sometimes, I wasn’t sure which was rougher. Seeing Apple-Pie, smelling her scent, touching her flesh, and knowing it would be another five months before I have the opportunity to experience Apple-Pie in the true sense. Or that at times, I’m tempted to forbid Apple-Pie from visiting so that her presence wouldn’t torture me.

As I continue to study Apple-Pie. The ring in her lip, catching my eye as she flicks her tongue over it, has my groin twitching. No, I wasn’t going to stop Apple-Pie from visiting. I needed her company as much as an addict needed their next fix.

“Crabby.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you thinking.”

“About the things I’m going to do to you and your body when I’m free.”

Apple-Pie’s laughter circles around my heart, causing it to leap. Especially when her hand turns in mine, and she rubs her thumb over my palm. Her foot has come back to rest on my thigh and the minx is curling her toes in the cloth of my trouser leg. More shafts of desire cruised through my body.

With a smile of my own, I use my free hand to coil around the toes and rub my thumb underneath her toes. My enjoyment as Apple-Pie begins to squirm increases. As my thumb strokes the base of her foot, I realize I am playing a dangerous game. There was no way I could finish what we were beginning, and with one last stroke of her foot. I drop Apple-Pie’s leg from my thigh.

“Will you dream of me tonight Apple-Pie.”

“I always do Crabby.”

Reluctantly, I release Apple-Pie’s hand, and lean back.

“I hope your outcome has a more satisfying ending than mine does.”

Apple-Pie leant across the table, and my heart began to beat rapidly when her nose practically touched mine. Her breath whispering against my cheek.

“My endings are always satisfactory Crabby.”

Our time has come to an end, and it’ll be another two weeks before I have the pleasure of Apple-Pie’s company again.

“Will you write Apple-Pie.”

“I’ve already started.