In Too Deep (The Lovers Duet) (22 page)

My hips worked on their own, moving him as deep as he could go as he slapped my ass hard enough to sting yet not leave bruises on my flesh.

The moment Linx’s fingers took over and slid inside of me, working in and out as he caressed the spongy tissue of my G-spot, I gasped out loud and had to bite my lips to stifle a scream as his tongue licked hard against my clit and then the feeling came and I knew the orgasm would be powerful.

I collapsed under the weight of my arms as he held me by the waist and eased me down as he continued to devour the sensitive nub and his fingers continued to caress my G-spot. I was done for, exhausted and yet not sated enough. I didn’t want his fingers inside of me, I wanted his cock but he would make me beg for it.

He finally let me go and I fell onto the bed before I turned over and laid on my back. I spread my legs open and my fingers went to the spot he touched so effortlessly before I pulled them out and licked my juices off my fingers.

“Yummy…are you sure you don’t want your cock inside me? It would be a shame to let all this go to waste…”

Linx crawled toward me and held my legs apart as he slid his cock inside me to the hilt. How he did it without any guidance what so ever, I will never know because he was so hard, his dick curved against his belly.

The next moments could have lasted a few minutes but I knew it was longer than that by the way he slammed into me and hit all the right spots. He teased me, slowing down his thrusts and fucked me gently as if we had all night. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he brutalized my mouth with his own. We weren’t merely kissing, we were devouring each other; all teeth and tongues and strong lip locks that would leave me looking like I’d had collagen injections the next day but it was worth it to be so close to him.

He flipped us over and he never left the inside of my body as he told me gruffly, “Ride my cock. Own it and fucking make me work to get off.”

I smiled and began to fuck him slow and deep, my hands clutched his pelvis as I slowly began to work him in and out of my body, slamming down on him while I ground my hips and held him like a vice with strong kegel muscles.

Linx’s orgasm was nothing short of absolutely amazing and as he pumped his white hot cum inside of me, I continued to ground my hips until I came a second time he covered my mouth with his own to stop the screams of pleasure as they echoed in his mouth.

He closed his lips on my tongue and suckled on it as the last waves of heave washed over me.

We were a mess of body fluids and sticky against one another but I was too tired to care. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to spoon me but instead he left the bed and came back with a warm hand towel.

His fingers were delicate and smooth as he cleaned me up including the spunk he’d left inside of me.

“Thank you,” I whispered and watched with half-lidded eyes as he cleaned himself up.

I turned onto my side and still felt the residual effects of our lovemaking. My sex was swollen and sore but it didn’t matter because that was some of the best sex of my life I’d ever experienced.

My beautiful lover had no idea how he turned me inside out and if this was what true love felt like then I didn’t want to leave it’s welcoming embrace, or his arms once he came back to bed and wrapped them around me again.

Part Three

Love Songs & New Beginnings

Three Months Later

Chapter Sixteen

THE NEW YEAR was like a fresh beginning and a brand new start for both Linx and Trista. Winter’s Regret had signed the Vegas deal but instead of playing at either Planet Hollywood or Caesar’s Palace, they would be the first entertaining act at the fabulously opulent Landvik Hotel, Casino and Spa.

There was a slight snag; the hotel didn’t open until autumn therefore it meant going on the road to promote their new album.

Linx almost felt bad about the turn of events because Trista was thirteen weeks pregnant, suspicious as hell and didn’t want Talia to find out. Her cousin would have insisted she stay in Los Angeles and that was not going to happen.

He stared down at the love of his life as he got dressed for an in-studio interview for KROC and hoped it went well. Trista was still sleep after a bout with morning sickness that had kept her up almost the whole night.

He couldn’t help but worry about her since she was losing weight instead of gaining any and she couldn’t manage to keep anything down. Dr. Byrnes, her obstetrician gynecologist, informed them both her pregnancy was going fine and she had nothing to worry about.

Linx kissed her brow before he said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him before her eyes closed again and she fell back a asleep.

Part of him found it hard to believe he’d gotten so lucky and landed such a wonderful woman but another piece of him still couldn’t get over the feeling she was too good for someone like him. She’d proven her worth and came back to L.A. changed. She wasn’t the same happy-go-lucky woman she’d once been. Then again, ending someone’s life was never easy, no matter whether it was one’s first time or their one hundredth. A human life was a human life, no matter what scumbag said life belonged to, and he knew she dealt with the implications of what she did every day.

Linx walked down the stairs and almost ran head-on into Hardy as he walked into the kitchen. He enjoyed a cup of coffee at the island and read the paper on the iPad Trista had given him for his birthday.

The guy, although a hard core motorcycle club member, had the unfortunate gift of looking like a catalogue runway model as opposed to a hard-assed biker and thus, women instantly trusted him. He hadn’t won Trista over that easily but once they found out their birthdays were only days apart, the two had bonded and became very good friends. She would talk to Hardy about subjects she wouldn’t broach with him.

He had no illusions his wife was infatuated with the guy nor even liked him in any romantic way what so ever but he did realize that Hardy provided a much needed outlet from him. She hated to burden every little issue on Linx; with Hardy, they were just friends so it was easy to talk to him.

This reason alone explained why Naomi and Ronan lived in Santa Monica—the nearest they wanted to get to Glendale despite the charter club being located there—while Hardy was still camped out in the one bedroom, one bath guest house Linx had on the property.

He didn’t mind since it also meant Trista was free from harm and none of the neighbors complained about the sound of a Harley starting at all times of the day and night. It also didn’t hurt all his neighbors were musicians and didn’t exactly keep normal hours nor were they accustomed to a quiet, peaceful area so Hardy had fit right in.

“Hey, brother, where ya goin’?” Hardy greeted as he looked up briefly from his iPad before he began to read again.

“Interview at KROC with Talia, Seth, Kris and Niko. You gonna be around for a while? Trista’s not feelin’ all that great and can you check on her from time to time? You know, just to make sure she’s all right?” Linx started the Keurig machine after he slipped his cup underneath before he turned around to face Hardy.

The guy had the killer Cox blue eyes while he was blond, unlike his brother, and usually kept his head shaved but at the behest of Trista, he was starting to grow it out again, and looked more pretty boy now than ever.

It was hard to believe he was the no-nonsense Prez of the Los Angeles Saints MC and had the heart of a cold-blooded killer. Hardy was no innocent regardless how sexy and innocuous he looked but Linx knew he could trust him with his wife’s life

“What’s goin’ on brother? She feelin’ all right?”

“Not really. This morning sickness is driving her batty and she’s still suffering behind what she did to Baxter though he was a piece of shit waste of space. It hurts her to know she actually killed someone…more than she lets on.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere. Loire is coming by to do some ink and bringin’ her new assistant. That should be fun. I could use another piece of pussy after I drop kicked that gash last week.”

Linx knew he would never get used to biker talk, ever.

“New assistant?”

“Well, actually, she’s her half-sister. They are only six years apart but she was raised in the system. Father unknown but by that time, her mother was so doped up on pills and meth, anyone could be that chick’s father.”

“Meth…you think she ever whored herself out to a WK?”

Hardy raised one of his eyebrows curiously before he shrugged. “Maybe, you never know. Nel’s brother, Nash, never had an issue with dark meat so there’s a chance she could be related to the Decker family. Why?”

“Are you
sure
she was raised in the system?”

He continued to glare at Hardy until the guy put two and two together. “Shit, you’re fuckin’ right. I’ll call Trey and see what he can dig up on her. She’s goin’ by the name Mira Clarkson.”

“For now but if she was really some piece that has anything to do with the Decker family then she’s fucked up. Raised in a world like that full of hate and having every cousin and half-brother she’s got fuckin’ her six ways to Sunday. We don’t need some kind of spy in our midst. Not to mention she shows up right now? Three months after the WKs lost several members to the Saints and now they can’t make a move because Aztecas Infierno is protecting us.”