In Too Deep (The Lovers Duet) (9 page)

“I would never change us…
ever
. I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried but it doesn’t make the situation any easier. I just hate feeling caged and at the same time, we still aren’t any closer to knowing where Trey is either. One motherfuckin’ step forward and two son of a bitchin’ steps back. We’re fuckin’ square dancin’ to that asshole’s song and it pisses me the fuck off.”

“Hey,” he murmured as he grabbed my jaw. “I like it when you talk dirty but can you lighten up on the language, please, for my sake?”

“Why?” I raised perplexed eyebrows and my mouth twitched. “You know what they say, ‘when in motherfuckin’ Rome’ and believe me, there are old ladies around here who make my potty mouth seem fuckin’ pristine.”

“Yeah, but all you’re managin’ to do to me is make me horny. Is that your purpose?”

“No, not particularly. I am too pissed off to fuck you tonight.”

Linx kissed me and as his tongue slid between my slightly parted lips, I moaned into his mouth. We separated reluctantly as his fingers traced my collar bone and led further down my body.

“Are you sure about your decision not to have any sex with me tonight?”

“Positive.” Although I didn’t feel as sure about my decision as I wanted to and that fueled my rage toward Dizzy even more.

I just couldn’t give in to Linx when he had gotten everything he’d wanted from me today and my body was the one thing I’d deny and not feel too bad about the situation. Besides, we’d gotten each other off in the shower earlier that evening.

The cut had given Linx a little more courage because even after I’d climbed off him and laid down on the bed, he followed me and spread my legs before he fit himself between them and devoured my mouth again. I allowed him to because I enjoyed it just as much as he did and I didn’t really want to deny him but it was the small little power dynamic still within my control.

His hard cock pressed against my panties through his boxer-briefs and that’s when I cut our makeup session short. “Okay, that’s enough, mister. You’re cut off for the night. I’m goin’ to sleep and hopefully tomorrow morning I won’t be such a bitter bitch and will be able to look at this whole situation with a better attitude.”

Linx rolled off me and laid beside me. He grabbed my hand, his own calloused palm was strangely comforting against my soft one. His fingers started to explore my own and that turned me on more than the organ between his legs touching me far too intimately for two people who had no intention to have sex.

“If I could have done anything differently, Trista, God knows I would have. You know I am not a bad person and the last thing I need is for you to be disappointed in me.”

“I’m not.” I reached up and turned the light off with my free hand before I collapsed against his warm body. “I’m pissed at the situation…not you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me.”

He kissed my forehead and massaged my scalp with a gentle hand. I allowed his touches to put me to sleep and that night, I had never felt safer in my whole entire life knowing he was by my side and would never allow anything terrible to happen to me.

Chapter Eight

THE FOLLOWING DAYS passed too quickly. Linx had gotten his Lucifer’s Saints tat from mid back all the way to the beginning of his buttocks. Loire did it; how they’d called her out to Northern Nevada at the drop of a hat and had her accommodate him mystified him until he saw her and Dizzy interact.

There was an uncomfortable familiarity between the two of them. He grabbed her by her waist and squeezed her but she shrugged away and whispered something to him before she bit her bottom lip and tried to hide the tears that escaped her cold dark eyes.

Linx nudged Ronan who stood with his girlfriend, Naomi. He whispered something to her and she laughed out loud.

“What’s between those two?” Linx grabbed the Bud Ice from Ronan’s outstretched hand before he swigged from it heartily.

Naomi’s brown eyes darted from Ronan to Linx and back again. “You gonna tell him or should I?”

“He’s a stranger, Naye, why should we tell him shit?”

“He’s family.”

“Yeah…a second cousin is
hardly
family in my eyes.” Ronan glared at Linx with those unnerving violet-blue eyes while he touched the soft brown skin exposed between his girlfriend’s black and gray camouflage tank top and a pair of black jeans she wore like they were tailor made for her body.

“Well?” Linx swigged from his beer again, the deliciously cold liquid flowing down his throat.

“Fuck it. She’s our fuckin’ half-sister. Dizzy’s daughter by some club skank who was kicked out a long time ago. She never left because her mother was a junkie whore so she kinda became a fixture but no one acknowledged her as our sister. Not until the WKs got hold of her and raped her pussy, ass and mouth so bad, she had to be put in the hospital. It was Kaz’s first kill.”

Ronan stepped to Linx until they were mere inches apart. “You repeat any of what I just told you, especially to that mouthy little old lady of yours and I will fuck you up all over this fuckin’ compound. Lock down or no lock down. It’s club business and she does favors for our dad but she
isn’t
family. Trey…Kaz…Loire…they all belong to Dad when he couldn’t keep it in his pants and the only one he really cares about, loves more than he does even us is Trey. That fuckin’ asshole joined a rival club and he paid Jonesy five million and told him he was his son.

“Jonesy damn near shit himself. He thought maybe Trey was giving Dizzy info on the club but Trey would have never done that because he’s fuckin’ loyal to a fault and he’s not some shithead snitch rat motherfucker. He didn’t tell us shit and Jonesy handed him over only after Pops swore on Jesus, Mary and Joseph Trey had never betrayed the Demon’s Bastards.”

“What are you trying to tell me?” Linx finished his beer and set the bottle down on the ground.

“Nothing…loyalty pays…s’all I’m sayin’.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “Come on, Linx. Ronan says you can shoot.”

“Yep. Am I going up against you?”

“Something wrong with me? I was in the military and I’m a pretty good shot…”

“What branch?”

“Air Force. I was stationed at Nellis when I met this shithead over there. Yeah, we actually met in Vegas. I was off duty and I remembered him from high school. We got to chattin’ and promised to stay in touch. ‘Course we didn’t. My plane was shot down in Afghanistan and I fucked up my hip. I’m okay now except for a bit of pain but I wasn’t any good to the military after that. They wanted me to stay on as intelligence and I basically told them to go fuck themselves. I took my honorable discharge and came back up here to Birch Tree.”

Ronan grabbed her from behind and pushed his hard-on into her back. Linx looked away and wished Trista was out here but she refused to leave the clubhouse.

“What are you doing tellin’ this fuckin’ jerk our life story? What difference does it make
how
we got together?”

“I just didn’t think you were the type,” Linx murmured in a purposely double-entendre manner.

“The
type
? What do you mean by that?” His face turned crimson that flushed all the way down to his neck. “You mean to date a
black
woman? Or a woman with bigger balls than
you
? Spit it out you stringy, rock star
motherfucker
.”

“Definitely the latter, not the former.” Linx grabbed the beer Naomi handed to him as a peace offering. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Listen, it’s obvious the two of us aren’t ever gonna get along. Yeah, I know we should feel so honored to have yet another rock star member but just remember, Kaelan and Kaz were members
before
they were rock stars. Pops only took you on because you’re family and you’re Irish. The last tussle we had with the WKs cost us a couple members and we need to replenish the ranks. We all know about your history and if your father didn’t run the charter in South Boston then you wouldn’t even be here.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

Linx looked toward the feminine voice and Naomi glared at Ronan before she shook her head and straightened her back.

“Oh, your lover boy didn’t tell you? His father runs the South Boston charter of the Lucifer’s Saints. He broke away because his father is just a suit. He controls the LS…he isn’t the Prez, just a businessman and their direct contact to the Northern Irish. What did you think I was talking about? Does Linx look like the son of an MC Prez?”

“Ronan, stop.” Naomi kissed the side of his mouth. “Go on and see if your dad needs anything. I’ll take these two to the shooting range.”

“If that little mouthy bitch isn’t as good as you then she stays here and she’s not comin’ to Belfast with us. It’ll be hard enough to rescue Trey without me havin’ to worry about his snatch of a sister. He’d murder us if anything happened to Trista and Linx, you know I’m not wrong.”

Linx nodded reluctantly. Ronan was a grade-A asshole but he spoke the truth. If Trista couldn’t pull her weight then she would be better off at the clubhouse and not in Belfast.

“Come on, you two love birds. I gotta show you the weapons depot and then I need to take you out shootin’.” She glanced at Trista and pursed her lips as Trista glared back at her with hard blue eyes. “You heard Ronan. He and Quinn are going with Lennon to Belfast. They can’t look after you too. If you can’t shoot then you’ll have to stay here. Got it?”

“I’m not fuckin’ deaf.” Trista crossed her arms against her breasts in a defensive position.

“Cool then I expect to see no crocodile tears when I out shoot your ass and get you to stay here in Birch Tree. There’s nothing for you to do in Belfast anyway. It’s just time you and your hubby will be away from one another. It’s the club life.”

“This
isn’t
my club,” she bit out with venom in each word.

Naomi arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Oh, really? Bitch, it is now, or have you not been keepin’ up with current events? Your hubby is patched in and so is your fuckin’ brother. If this isn’t your club now then when do you plan to make it your own? We take care of our own and you’re gonna have to put a lid on that temper. Bronaugh will knock you the fuck out herself if she heard you talkin’ like that.”

“Fuck her too.”