In Too Deep (The Lovers Duet) (26 page)

He paused and stroked her neck as she arched her back. “I don’t wanna bring that shit home to you. I want it to be all about the music again and seeing Winter’s Regret perform with our name in the sky. I know we will never have that kind of life, not completely. Not when I have become the monster you have run from your whole life. Not when I was supposed to be your sanctuary from the storm and marriage to me has become a life sentence in lock-up. I want out but the only way to get out is—”

“—death, yes, I know.” She kissed his neck before she slipped his t-shirt above his head to expose his tats. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ worry about me because you will never be my prison, regardless whether you are a Saints member or not. You will always be my beautiful, damaged Linx and no one can ever change that. Not the ink on your back or Dizzy either. You. Don’t. Have. To. Become. Like. Them. Be your own person and continue to love me the way you’re doin’ now and we’ll be fine. You
feelin’
me?”

“My cock is,” he teased before they both burst out laughing.

He slid her tank top off all the way and undid her bra. Her breasts were now so full and beautiful. He missed the nipple rings but could learn to live without them for now. Right at that very moment, he only wanted to taste and touch her like he’d never done In his life.

“Upstairs, bedroom. I am not fucking you on the sofa.”

Linx stood before he wrapped his arms underneath Trista and hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing. He double timed it up the stairs and strode into their bedroom before he locked the door behind them. She immediately got on her knees and began to unzip his pants and pulled them down until he stood before her, almost naked except with a pair of jeans straddling his ankles.

Her hand grabbed his cock and she began to rub it but he stopped her after. “No. I don’t want your mouth on me until that baby is born and we both know you can swallow without regurgitating a meal. My child’s sustenance should not be Daddy’s spunk. So, in terms of you giving me blow jobs, they are out until the little one is born.”

Trista laughed out loud. “Are you serious. You mean I can’t wrap my lips around your dick because you don’t want the baby to be affected? My God, Linx, sometimes I worry about you.”

“Not half as much as I worry about you now up you go.”

He pulled her to her feet and as soon as he stepped out of his jeans, he shed her skirt and underwear before he pushed her onto the bed.

She was in the exact position he loved, doggy-style with her ass in the air. She had the most perfect ass and he loved fucking her anywhere she would let him put his dick but to have broken her anal virginity felt amazing.

Most women hated anal because they couldn’t get past the “Ick” factor or they simply didn’t find it pleasurable. However, with the right man, the right lube and a lambskin condom, it could be a wonderful experience.

Linx set her legs further apart on the bed so he had a better view of her gorgeous, glistening pussy. He couldn’t believe he was about to devour that.

He leaned in close to her sex and she smelled sweet, clean with a hint of her favorite fragrance. He slid a finger inside her to see how wet she was and then used the same finger to tease her anus mercilessly while his fingers spread the outer lips of her beautiful snatch and began to lick her up and down. His tongue teased her sensitive clit before he wrapped his mouth around the nub.

Linx had never been crazy about going down on women, not until he met Trista and discovered how many ways there was to use his mouth and tongue on her delicious body. He never tired of eating her out and as he teased her clit mercilessly with his tongue, he slid two fingers inside her and began to massage her G-spot.

Trista moaned out loud and began to involuntarily buck her hips to a beat that his fingers expertly controlled. She was so gorgeous, her chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders and back as he continued to milk an orgasm out of her with his fingers alone. She came in spasms, her whole body quivering as he pulled out his fingers covered with her juices and sucked them in his mouth.

She tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t help but tongue her hole before he licked all the juices clean and teased her clit for good measure while she squirmed.

“Enough!” Trista panted. “Please, I need you to be inside of me.”

“Not like this. Lay down and turn on to your side.”

She did as she was told and he crawled into bed until he was behind her and could spoon her body appropriately. He threw her right leg over his body, his cock so hard, it felt like the blood vessels would burst if he didn’t get inside her fast enough.

He guided his cock inside her and she panted with relief and pent-up frustration as he worked himself in and out of her. She was soaked and the extra natural lubricant allowed him to speed up his thrusts without hurting her in the process.

He missed kissing her lips therefore he kissed her shoulders and her neck as he continued to thrust in and out of her at a gentle pace. Every now and then, he would give it to her hard but he genuinely was concerned about the baby.

“Yes, fuck me, Linx. Make love to me. Make me yours,” she whimpered and breathed hard in and out of her mouth.

He squeezed her breasts and coaxed another whimper out of her before he focused all of his attention on her sensitive nipples. He knew it must have been uncomfortable for her since his arm was underneath her and with one smooth motion, he coaxed them both into a new position while staying planted firmly inside of her.

Linx laid on his back and said, “Ride me, baby. Plant your legs out wide and ride my cock like there’s no tomorrow.”

Trista did as she was told and began to slide up and down his shaft while he continued to squeeze her nipples. Her movements were in sync with his until he felt himself on the edge of the precipice. He was going to come soon but he wanted her to come again first.

She began to ride him achingly slow before she took him all the way inside her to the hilt and ground her hips in a circular motion. It was all too much. The stimulation from her sweet, tight pussy and the way she rode him was going to have him shoot his load inside her before she had gotten anymore satisfaction for the night and that wasn’t good enough for a lover like him. One hand continued to squeeze a breast as the other snaked between her legs, hit pay dirt, and massaged her clit only he was rough with his attack on her sensitive nub.

Her piercing jerked under his carefully working fingers and she gyrated her hips trying to meet his strokes. Her body shuddered on top of him as she breathed hard and flooded his cock with her juices. As her vaginal muscles tightened around his dick and held him in a vice-like grip, he thrust into her several final times and felt his balls tighten as the molten liquid from his loins released itself and joined her as he began to come. He continued to pump inside of her with determination until he emptied himself inside of her and she collapsed on top of him.

Trista’s hair was wild and free as she climbed off him and he held her in his arms, this time facing her. The grip of his hand around her neck was gentle before he kissed her perfect mouth.

He couldn’t stop kissing her and wanting to feel her tongue, her gorgeous lips as they surrendered to him and his fingers dropped down between her thighs and began to play with her clit again, using their natural juices as lubricant against the sensitive nub.

Linx bit her bottom lip and continued to devour every part of her mouth, their tongues intermingled until her breath caught in her mouth and she moaned as he coaxed yet another orgasm out of her body by just the touch of his hand.

She buried her head in the crux of his arm and rained kisses on random parts of his chest as she stroked his stomach.

“That…was completely and utterly mind blowing. We have to do that more often. Once a week isn’t enough.” Her voice sounded muffled but the moment her sky blue eyes met his, he smiled and kissed her nose.

“We can do this however many times you like. I love making love to you, baby. I couldn’t imagine ending up with a sweeter piece of ass than you. This has truly been one of the best times of my life since we came back from Birch Tree and I never want it to end.

Her eyes darkened a bit before she kissed his lips, her own lingering though no tongue action was involved. “The good part about us is we don’t have to let it end if we don’t want to. Only we are capable of destroying us and I won’t let that happen. You got me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kissed him again and curled up against him until they were both comfortable enough to fall asleep in one another’s arms.

Chapter Nineteen

LAS VEGAS, THE city where my crazy beautiful life with Linx began, welcomed us back with open arms and it wasn’t a moment too soon.

I felt like I’d been suffering from cabin fever just by being in L.A. and I couldn’t wait for July because that would be the official month we would say goodbye to the City of Angels and move to Vegas.

There were several pretentious neighborhoods we could choose from but in the end, Lake Las Vegas won out due to the multitude of McMansions, ultra-modern landscaping, man-made lake and the propensity for so many celebrities that called the exclusive, gated community home.

Kasper Gillian and Sydney Landvik-Gillian actually owned two homes in Las Vegas, including one in Summerlin—another pretentious neighborhood for the well-to-do crowd—but they hosted our party at their beautiful home in Lake Las Vegas.

They’d already been in Vegas for over six months due to an exclusive, two-year contract Scarlet Fever had with Vogue Hotel & Casino. The who’s who of Las Vegas society had been invited to our party and therefore, not only were there members of both Scarlet Fever and Winter’s Regret but Chyna Bleu, best-selling and chart-topping pop Queen extraordinaire; Paul and Jerrica Branson, the society couple of Vegas as well as Paul’s position as both groups’ financial manager; and everyone else who was anybody
in this now bustling city had bothered to show up.

The mansion was beautifully decorated; waiters and waitresses flitted through the crowd with champagne and delicious hors d’œuvres while celebrities, society figures, and the mayor of Las Vegas mingled with rock stars and bikers—officially, the riff-raff of the bunch.

I found it terribly ironic considering this was our party yet we were the ones who felt so out of place in a sea of very wealthy and influential Las Vegans—both newly minted and old-school residents.

Somehow or another, Talia had convinced Hardy to wear something other than jeans and t-shirt over his cut. He looked every bit as sexy and drop-dead gorgeous as any man I’d ever seen with a pair of black slacks and a black dress shirt that covered up most of his tats.