In Too Deep (The Lovers Duet) (12 page)

“Am I fertile now?”

He nodded. “Yeah. If I fuck you enough times, you’ll have enough spunk for some of those tadpoles to reach your egg but…I can’t do it if you don’t want my kid.”

Linx stared at me intently and then I realized how immature I was acting. It never occurred to me he wouldn’t come back from Northern Ireland. It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out operation but when did anything ever go according to plan?

He’d become a member of the Lucifer’s Saints to save my brother and all I could think about was whether or not I was ready for a baby. Technically, I could handle it but if I had any chance of rearing an intelligent, well-adjusted child, I would have to put a lid on my temper and I didn’t know if it was in me to do that but I could try.

No matter how hard I wracked my brain over why we shouldn’t have a baby, my brain screamed at me this was the perfect time to have a child and if he died in Belfast, that would definitely become an issue. I’d had the chance to save both my brother and husband but I was selfish and chose blood over the man who I was married to and who owned every part of me in more ways than one.

It didn’t take me long to tell him my answer

“I want your baby, honey…fuck me and make me yours in every way.”

Chapter Ten

LINX COULDN’T BELIEVE Trista agreed so readily.

Was he concerned he might not come back from Belfast?

Well, it was a possibility but so was getting into a vehicle and being killed in a car accident.

Trista adjusted her body and spread her legs. He kissed down her stomach as she shivered involuntarily at the feel of his lips on her body. His fingers lightly brushed over the hard numb between her legs before he licked the inside of her thigh.

Linx felt her whole body tremble as he devoured her clit and began to do slow circles with his tongue while he slid two fingers inside of her and found the spongy G-spot he caressed with gentle and intensive care. Trista spread her legs even further and he easily milked another orgasm out of her; she shuddered with pleasure. She sat up at the same time as he pulled her toward him around her waist and kissed her with a fiery intensity that shook him to his core. His cock, hard as a proverbial rock, couldn’t wait to be inside her, moving in her and feeling every inch of her vice-like grip from the inside.

Linx laid between her splayed legs and positioned himself until he entered her with an intensity that they both felt at the same time. She moaned out loud and he withdrew before he slammed back into her. Their bodies were perfectly in sync as he thrust in and out of her with slow, pleasurable strokes. She was so wet, the juices from inside her slid down between her thighs and down into her anal area as he looked down to watch him work his way in and out of her core.

Fuck, she was so tight and every time his dick hit the hilt, she squeezed her vaginal muscles like a vice against him, willing him to come with her again. This time, they would tumble off that deep waterfall together and plunge into the icy, wet darkness that was the unknown; the future between the two of them.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered before he kissed her again, her lips parted seductively as she accepted his mouth against hers and allowed their tongues to caress one another in a swirl of sight, scent and sound.

Linx desperately wanted to please her but being inside Trista was like a taste of paradise that could not be measured in words or time. It was perception, a purely sensual act between them expressing their love for one another and that’s what he loved about her.

Finally, his beautiful butterfly was coming into her own and she fought as hard as she loved. They were in love—there was no doubt about it—but he could honestly say he would take a bullet for her to keep her safe and he didn’t admit it to himself lightly. He had two children and an ex-wife. Jimi and Brady needed him desperately but somehow he knew Trista needed him more and it was that very need to protect her and to help him fix her that he couldn’t imagine not being in her life or vice versa.

Hell, he even joined a goddamn motorcycle club to keep her safe. He couldn’t imagine doing much more.

Suddenly, she forced him off her and brought his wandering mind back to their lust-filled reality.

Linx looked perplexed as she turned on to her stomach and got on all fours. Her beautiful pussy, full on display for him, was such a turn on that he got on his knees and followed her like a dog in heat.

He pulled her ass apart and licked at her juices that had drained between her gorgeous orbs. She pushed herself against his mouth and his tongue licked up and down before he tackled her clit and suckled hard. Linx kissed the base of her buttocks and his lips seductively led up to the small of her back and further up until he got to her shoulder blades and guided his cock back inside of her.

This time, they were in complete tandem with one another as he grabbed a fist-full of her hair and pulled hard but not enough to hurt her. She moaned again as he worked his dick in and out of her with lustrous strokes as she commanded, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard and make it hurt, you dirty motherfucker.”

That was all it took and he thrust himself inside of her, again and again, deep and languishing strokes which exhausted them both. His heart thundered in his chest and he loved her like this, at his mercy while the firm grip from her pussy sent him surging down closer and closer, riding her harder, keeping up with her delicious strokes as she kept up with him at an exhaustive pace that only a young woman could do with relish.

Sweat covered both their bodies and he knew it. As soon as he came, he would be ready to go another round with her yet again and again because he knew it would be a while before they had sex again and he wanted to leave her completely sated, in love with both the pleasure and pain he’d caused.

“Baby, fuck me, I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me,” Trista murmured and screamed out her orgasm in perfect unison as he continued his strokes, emptying his seed inside her until there was nothing left. His cock was semi-hard as he pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. She allowed her knees to give out from under her and laid on her stomach.

“I think that was a pretty good first round but just know I’m not finished with you yet.” He touched her arm and ran his fingers down her arm and she shivered involuntarily as goose bumps covered her skin.

“I am going to miss you so fuckin’ much, Linx. What am I going to do without you and will you only be gone for one week or less? You can’t afford much more time than that—you have to finish up the new album and Talia isn’t gonna give a shit why you aren’t there but she will notice you’re gone.” Trista sighed out loud in frustration and turned onto her back.

Their sweaty bodies were glued to one another as they laid side-by-side and he grabbed her hand tenderly.

“We’ll deal with that when we get around to it. Until then, just know I will do everything to bring your brother back safe and alive.”

Linx felt bad as soon as the lie left his mouth.

He felt slightly bad about lying to Trista but at the same time, he wanted them to have something permanent between the two of them and there was nothing better than a child. He loved Jimi and Brady but they were from his previous union and Cassidy had full custody. They didn’t see his boys enough for Trista to be anything other than a peripheral step-mother. Linx was determined to have a human being that linked him and the woman he loved with all his heart.

Trey was alive—though he wasn’t all that great psychologically—and in physically good shape. He had been rescued from a swift death from Dexter “Hardy” Cox, Dizzy’s youngest brother. Linx knew the man came from a big family but when he finally found out the man had eight other siblings, he nearly swallowed his own tongue.

There was Grace Cox, one of his prodigal sisters who had a daughter by another Jackson, Raymond’s brother. He also had another sister, Maureen Cox-Navarro, who was divorced and had been brought back into the fold after she left her husband and half-Mexican son, Carlito, with his father. Her ex-husband was Emilio Navarro, the Prez of Aztecas Infierno and head of one of the biggest cartels in Mexico to operate fully in the United States. Carlito was Cillian’s age, and had been brought up around violence his whole life. He was Sergeant-at-Arms while Emilio’s brother, Fernando, was VP of the club.

Hardy had easily found Trey and although he didn’t get there in time, he’d done what he could and saved a handful of the Belfast MC while he was at it.

Although he’d lived in London most of his adult life, the government was coming down on the London charter in a huge way and it had already been decided. Both the London and the Belfast charters would merge with the Birch Tree charter. That meant at least one hundred people would be emigrating to the States—including the members themselves, their old ladies and their children.

Some had decided to go to other charters. Los Angeles, Seattle and Las Vegas where the top destinations for members who had no wish to settle in Northern Nevada but at least half the members had decided they’d be safer near the original charter of the Lucifer’s Saints.

That included Hardy, who had already given his brother the word.

Actually, they didn’t have to go to Belfast at all but Hardy needed the extra protection as he watched a major load of weapons from their Russian connection board a ship bound for the Los Angeles harbor. Trey was still hard as fuck yet he still needed some more muscle and that is where Ronan, Quinn and Linx came into play. Cillian couldn’t leave since he was in the middle of a trial for murder of an ATF agent.

Trista turned on her side and he spooned her before he wrapped his arms around her waist, inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and freesia from her hair, and closed his eyes. Her body was so warm and inviting but he didn’t want to do anything with her other than what they were doing now. Any man who thought cuddling was overrated obviously didn’t know how to fucking cuddle because there was nothing better than holding the woman he loved in his arms and knowing he’d kept her safe.

Linx hated lies as much as the next person and he knew Trista detested them after everything she’d been through but he didn’t have much of an alternative. He knew how the criminal world worked and his own father would murder him if he ever betrayed Dizzy. It was an unspoken code; he was family and one never ever turned on their family despite the consequences they faced.

He would have to actually have to sit down and do a face-to-face with Kasper “Kaz” Gillian, the lead singer of Scarlet Fever. How did he do it? Rocker by day, gangster by night although he knew he’d been paying his father off for years to keep his hands clean.

Dizzy assured him this would be a one time job and then he could return back to his comfy rock star life but somehow, he didn’t believe him. Linx was in too deep and he knew once he’d been voted in, there was no turning back.