My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 by Brair Lake Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Yes.”
    “Are you going to tell her you were making an ass of yourself with the whores in there?”
    “Not over the phone, I’m not.”
    “You’re living with her. It’s Emily’s choice, I know. But it’s killing Momma and it’s upsetting Rayven that Momma won’t have anything to do with her.”
    “Give your Momma time Quick-Draw. She’ll come round.”
    Quick Draw lifted his head, his gaze taking the same route mine had over the parking lot.
    “You sure can’t beat the scenery back at Comfort Springs.”
    As Quick Draw spoke, an image of a sleeping Apple-Pie rose before me. Her hair spread out on the pillow. Her hand flung above her head as she lay spread across the bed. My cock twitched and I cursed myself for thinking of my lady when there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
    “Nope. There’s no place like Comfort Springs.”
    Quick Draw turned his back towards the clubhouse, and for a moment, I thought he was going to go in.
    “I don’t need to threaten you over Emily. There’s already a queue. Also, I’d like to think Emily knows what she’s doing, but I doubt it. The heart does that to you. It makes you do stupid things.”
    Something about Quick Draws tone, drew my attention, and I study the biker, trying to remember if Apple-Pie has ever mentioned him being seriously involved with a woman. When my mind came up blank, I raised my gaze up at him.
    “Were you ever in love Quick Draw?”
    Quick Draw’s laughter was cold and a shiver passed over me as he swallowed his beer, before dropping the empty bottle in the trash can.
    “No. A whore’s a whore and they’ll do me just fine. They never want anything from you.”
    Silently I watch Quick Draw’s return to the clubhouse, shaking my head, when he went and found himself a couple of the club’s skanks. Now with Quick Draw no longer in my vicinity, I reach for my cell.
    Apple-Pie answered on the third ring, her breathless laughter bringing my cock to life.

Chapter 9
    After Crabby left, the apartment felt hollow and I was bored. Four weeks of daytime television has driven me stir crazy. As steadily as I can, I hobble over to the window and stare down into the street. The street was in a quiet part of Comfort Springs. That was one of the reasons I had chosen this apartment. Even now, not much was happening. Occasionally a car would drive past. Or in the distance, I would hear the honk of a horn.
    Shit, how had Crabby managed five years of confinement? Of being told what to do. Frustrated, I slowly turn away from the window, when out of the corner of my eye; the flash of a familiar pink car parking outside of the building caught my attention. From the window, I watch the heavily pregnant driver roll out of the car. Wearing a black T-shirt over black leather leggings, her brown hair tumbling down her back, swaying at the ends, Sugar Jay appeared to be embracing pending motherhood. When Sugar Jay raised her eyes, I waved back and turned towards the door to let her in as she entered the apartment building.
    “Would you like a coffee?”
    “I’ll make it you sit down.”
    “Fuck, Sugar Jay I’m pissed off with sitting down. How about you take us for a spin?”
    In the process of removing her jacket, Sugar Jay pulled it back on to her shoulders and between us; we wobble and hobble to the car. By the time we reach the vehicle, my mood has already lifted and I’m laughing along with Sugar Jay as we mock our appearance.
    We were still giggling when the sound of a bike catches our attention and Sundance’s Harley pulls alongside the driver side of the car. Under her breath, I hear Sugar Jay moan as she cussed and peered through the window to Sundance.
    “Hi.”
    “Hi Emily.”
    Sundance, glances at Sugar Jay, then me, before he sweeps in the street.
    “Going anywhere nice?”
    “I just need some fresh air Sundance. Being cooped up in the hospital and then in the apartment isn’t my idea of fun.”
    As Sundance and I chat, Sugar