Bad Apple (The Uncertain Saints MC #4) (7 page)

“Shit,” I groaned, looking down at my pants in dismay.

I looked at my bag where I’d literally packed it all the way full with all the clothes, supplies, and shit I’d thought I would need, and then back down to my pants.

Coming to a decision, I walked to the bed and flopped down backwards, then commenced trying to button them.

My fingers ached as I tried to suck in and button them, and I knew after about my tenth attempt that it was likely not going to happen.

“Ridley!” I yelled. “Come in here and help me button my pants.”

He was my last hope.

If he couldn’t get it done, I’d have to unpack some of my jeans, seeing as I’d packed the only ones I was willing to wear in front of Apple.

I was so engrossed in trying to get them buttoned that I didn’t realize who had just come in my room until I heard the amused chuckle.

I looked up to find Apple standing in my door, watching me with an entertained look on his face as he watched me struggle.

“Now, if your brother moved out, who, exactly, would help you button your pants?” He batted his eyelashes, voice laced with laughter.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“And maybe you need his help tying your shoes, too?” He continued, not realizing the danger zone he was entering.

“You’re not funny, you know that, right?” I asked him.

He winked and walked forward.

“Your brother’s in the bathroom. He said he’d be another twenty or thirty minutes because something he ate was ‘tearing his stomach up’,” he answered. “And I’m not sure he’s able to help you right now. What do you need?”

I fell back on the bed in defeat, trying not to think about my brother’s bowels and telling him I told you so. He should’ve never eaten the shrimp leftovers from last night. He knew what it did to him.

“I need help buttoning my pants.” I pointed to my jeans.

His eyes fell on my pants, and the expanse of exposed belly I was showing.

“Is that right?” He stepped back, threw the door closed and locked it before prowling forward.

I swallowed convulsively as I watched his tight body, encased in faded jeans that hugged his body perfectly and a t-shirt that fit him like a second skin, stalk toward me.

“I only need help buttoning them,” I informed him, watching him warily.

“Maybe we should examine the insides before we worry about the outside,” he suggested, taking a hold of my jeans and pulling.

I held on to the waistband, meaning I came with them as he pulled.

That didn’t deter him, though.

All it did was delay him, and not really that badly.

One second I was holding onto the waistband, and the next I was flipped over onto my belly and looking at the faded blue quilt that covered my bed.

“Apple,” I gasped in surprise by the sudden movement.

“Yeah?” He rasped.

My hands automatically went under my chest to push myself up, and he got the chance he was needing, yanking my pants and panties down to my ankles all in one fell swoop.

I pulled my knees up under my body and lifted up onto hands and knees in disbelief, looking over my shoulder as I did.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-shrieked.

“What I should’ve done three days ago,” he licked his lips. “I can’t have you on the back of my bike for hours without having you again.”

“My brother…” I hesitated as his mouth descended on my exposed pussy.

“Is in the bathroom; where he will be for a long time, according to him,” he said. “If not, this is your house, too.
He’ll get over it.” He swiped his tongue from my pussy entrance up, his tongue barely grazing my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“And weren’t you saying you wanted him to move out?” He continued his torture.

“Ummm,” I hummed, my brain not comprehending the words that I wished to speak.

“What better way than to have loud, wall-banging sex?” He murmured between licks.

My answer was to pant out a moan.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “What has got into you?”

He sucked my clit into his mouth and my eyes crossed.

See, I wasn’t very used to oral sex.

The two sexual partners I’d had over my twenty-eight years of life had never been able to use their lips like that.

And his beard trailing on the inside of my thighs, brushing over my sensitive lips, was really doing it for me.

Everything seemed heightened as he circled my clit with that talented tongue.

“You smell good,” he growled. “And the answer to what’s gotten into me, is you. You’ve gotten into me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh. Your smell. Your taste. Your sense of humor. The way your eyes light up when you experience pleasure. Fucking everything about you has gotten into me, burrowed deep under my skin and won’t let me go.”

My head dropped to the bed as his whispered words washed over my body.

My pussy clenched on air as I moaned into the quilt.

“You better hurry,” I whispered. “I would hate to have to ride on your bike sated with you still hard as a rock.”

He chuckled darkly against my clit.

“Oh, I’ll hurry,” he promised, getting up to the bed behind me and unbuckling his belt.

Something hard hit the bed, but my mind was too focused on the way his belt slapped against the inside of my thigh.

The cool metal of his belt buckle trailing along my backside.

Then I felt the warm, blunt tip of his dick pressing against my folds, running up the length, and I lost the ability to focus.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “My cock is already coated in your juices. The tip is glistening with you.”

I moaned, causing him to chuckle again.

A door banged from somewhere in the house and Apple decided to stop taking his time.

Meaning, when he lined himself up at my entrance, he slammed inside without further ado.

“God yes,” I moaned, clenching my fingers in the quilt.

He growled.

My wood framed bed creaked with each thrust, but I couldn’t find it in me to care with Apple’s cock filling me up so full that I could barely breathe.

“Oh, god,” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m already close.”

“Come,” he ordered. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll follow you.”

I took him at his word, my eyes slamming shut as he pounded inside of me.

I let my hand sneak between my open thighs to find my clit, slowly circling it with one finger to give me that last little push that I needed.

“Fuck me,” Apple ground out gruffly. “I can feel your pussy trying to swallow me whole.”

I wasn’t aware what my vagina was doing to his cock at that moment in time because my orgasm took hold of me, pulling me down into the depths of pleasure so deep and hard that I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

One second, I was urging it forward, and the next it’d grabbed a hold of me.

Vaguely, I heard Apple curse as his thrusts became erratic.

Wet splashes of come shot from the tip of his cock, bathing my insides in his essence.

My eyes slammed shut as stars burst behind my lids, completely taking over my vision.

And I heard the slam of a door, closer this time, and my brother said. “Do you have your clothes on yet? And where the fuck is Apple?”

I quietly laughed as Apple pulled himself out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he did.

“Jesus, it’s dripping,” I whispered frantically.

Apple grabbed my pillow and ripped the pillowcase off, shoving it between my legs to catch his release that started to leak from my entrance.

“Thanks,” I muttered dryly. “That’s exactly what I wanted all over my pillow.”

He shrugged unrepentantly and shoved his still wet cock back into his pants.

“I’m going out the window. Hurry up,” he ordered.

“But my pants!” I
gasped before he could leave.

He stopped and looked at me expectantly.

I smiled and wiped myself clean with the pillowcase, tossing it into the hamper by the door.

Once clean enough, I yanked my pants and underwear back into place and hurried to him, tripping on my shoe laces as I did.

He caught me before I could test out the padding in the carpet and righted me.

Then buttoned my pants, effectively cutting off my air supply.

“Thanks,” I wheezed.

He winked as he walked over and opened the window without another word.

I sat on the bed and tied my shoes as I heard the front door open and my brother say, “Where the fuck have you been?”

I didn’t hear Apple’s reply.

I decided to hurry, though, just in case.

Grabbing my purse and my bag, I ran out the door of my bedroom.

Upon seeing me, Ridley gathered his wallet, keys and gun and started across the room.

“Was it decided where we are
stopping to eat yet?” Ridley asked as he pushed out the door
. “I’m hungry,” he explained. “Kitt, lock the door.”

I rolled my eyes, but pulled my keys out of my purse and locked the door, even though my brother could’ve done it just as easily as I could.

“The last I heard was that we were meeting at the interstate and then going to find something after that,” Apple said as he offered me his hand.

I took it and walked down the porch steps, tossing my bag to Ridley as I went.

He let it fall to the ground, and I lost sight of him as I rolled my eyes toward the sky as I asked God for a brother who wasn’t such a shithead in my next life.

When I finally looked forward, it was to find my small bag with the minimal clothes I was allowed to bring sitting next to Ridley’s bike. The moment we got close enough, Ridley picked it up and launched it at Apple.

“Told her to pack light, but this is likely as good as it’s going to get. Let me know if you can’t fit it all, and I’ll shove some in mine,” Ridley offered.

I stuck my tongue out at him, but it was lost on him since he couldn’t see it.

It wouldn’t be light yet for another hour, and I was actually kind of happy for that.

I was nervous as hell, and my face likely showed it.

I need time to chill out before he saw me fully in the light of day.

“Sounds good,” Apple replied.

I waited nervously beside the bike and watched as Apple shoved my bag into the saddle bag, nervously biting my fingernail as I watched his ass in the near darkness.

I offered him my purse next, and my pills shook as he took it from me.

I could almost feel the caress of his gaze as he looked at me questioningly.

Yes, I had to take meds.

A lot of them.

Well, not a lot. Just two, but I had to take them frequently throughout the day.

I had partial complex seizures, and they were mostly controlled through the meds that I took morning, noon, and night. And I’d thrown in my multivitamins as well as some ibuprofen just in case.

Luckily he didn’t reply, and I was thankful—thankful that I’d get a reprieve in telling him about my episodes.

Once he’d gotten my purse into the bags, he got onto the bike and offered me his hand.

I took it, my smooth palm fitting easily into his rough one.

His hands were callused, and I thought maybe a scar covered his hand, but I wasn’t sure.

My fingers grasped his tightly as I mounted the bike behind him, suddenly extremely nervous.

“You got her a helmet, right?” Ridley
broke in, drawing my attention.

“Yeah,” Apple rumbled. “Here.”

I took the helmet from him.

It was plain black, and I smiled.

I was happy he didn’t buy me anything girly.

I didn’t do pink or purple.

Black was my color, and I would probably self-destruct if I had to put anything sparkly or pink on.

“Thanks,” I murmured softly.

I pushed it onto my head, grimacing when my hair was pushed down.

“Damn,” I muttered.

“What?” Apple asked.

“I curled it. It’s gonna look like shit once we get where we’re going,” I groaned.

He laughed then.

I felt the rumble of it through to my core.

“Scoot closer,” he ordered.

I did, moving until I was plastered to his back.

He didn’t have to ask me twice.

I couldn’t wait to feel his skin under me again.

“Wrap your arms around my belly,” he instructed.

I did, bringing them to rest just under his ribcage and linking my fingers.

He chuckled, which made his belly contract.

“You don’t have to do it so formally, darlin’,” he informed me. “Just put it right here.”

He moved my hands down until they were resting against his belly.

And I felt the imprint of his gun, the metal one, not the flesh one.

I hadn’t realized that he conceal carried.

But I guess he was a game warden and all. No man I’d ever seen would willingly trudge in after armed hunters without one.

I knew my brother carried everywhere he went since it was not against the law for a Licensed Enforcement Officer to carry concealed, but it’d never occurred to me that Apple would.

“Ready?” He rumbled, patting the outside of my thigh, jarring me out of the contemplation of his gun.

“Yes,” I squeezed him tighter.

I couldn’t contain the excitement in my voice.

Honestly, Ridley was freaked way the hell out about taking me out on his bike.

What if I fell? What if I had a seizure, and he didn’t know until I was on the ground eating pavement? What if some girl thought I was his woman?

Okay, that last part wasn’t likely to happen.

Ridley was still caught up in his love for his wife and, honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

His wife, Aerie, had been a good woman.

And I missed her dearly.

But my hurt was nothing compared to what Ridley felt.

Apple started his bike, bringing me back to the present time and out of Ridley’s nightmares, with a sharp jolt.

Apple obviously thought he’d scared me with the loudness of his engine, but honestly, that was nothing new to me.

I was around bikes a lot, even though I never rode on them. I’d even ridden on his bike to his house on our first date. Though, I did have to admit it was only about forty seconds there, and forty seconds back.