Naked Dirty Love (19 page)

“You stupid fookin’ muppet,” Dizzy began in an icy, calculating voice. “I’m not yer friend, mate, homeboy, or
brother
. You think you made us suffer today? Youse went to town on us an’ this ain’t somethin’ we’re walkin’ away from. So I’m gonna tell you what to expect. You wanted a war, didn’t you? You like blowin’ away innocent women and shootin’ at fookin’ kids playin’ outside? I will end youse the same way I’ll end yer son and you can fookin’ bet on that shite. Me and you—we’re
nothin’
. Don’t ever contact me again ’cause right now, I’m talkin’ to an empty telephone with youse.”

“Mmm, and why is that?” Carlito interrupted, his tone mocking their anger and frustration.

“There’s dead men at the end of this motherfuckin’ line,” Cillian replied in a frosty voice and slammed the receiver down.

Trey looked around the table. “We know what we wanna do and we know what we’re gonna do. Let’s take the vote.”

Cillian stared at his brother before he glanced at the Prez. “All in favor of decimating
Aztecas Infierno
, destroying the organization and the MC, killin’ as many of those bastards as we can lay our hands on and makin’ their fuckin’ bitches widows just say ‘Yea.’”

“Yea,” all the brothers at the table said at once.

Dizzy banged down the gavel. “Meeting adjourned. Cillian, I want youse to take Kink, Trey, Cricket, Bookie, and Quinn. Cell, you stay here with us old guys and look after the families. Do what you gotta do but I want all of youse to come back in one piece, you got it?”

Trey stood and walked out of the room. He found Kyra in the game room with Gisela. They sat, their fingers clasped together while Bronaugh held Daire and Misty nestled Rori in her arms.

She stood at the same time as Gisela who strode directly to Cillian.

Kyra’s arms wrapped around his waist as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. “I know what you have to do, babe. I’m here for you and I’ll always support everything you do to keep this club— and us—safe. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself out there,” she murmured.

“I know it’s a tough position for you to be in, babe. Shit’s about to go down and I have to send a message to the powers that be. Is there any way you can get home and grab the iPhone?” he whispered back.

Kyra pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “It’s on me, honey. I know…I shouldn’t but…I haven’t felt safe with everything goin’ on. I wanted to be able to make contact. The way things are right now, how the hell are Gisela and I supposed to run a business? How can we go to work? Our law firm might be their next drive-by target.”

“No, it won’t come to that. Between Raymond, Angelo, Jonesy, and Dizzy, they’re all fuckin’ dead. Nel’s my next call. If they venture anywhere near Black Oak, they’ll die on motherfuckin’ principle alone. This will never happen again. We lost Miranda today and several others were injured. We will keep our club safe and more importantly, we’re gonna end ’em. No negotiations, no more talk—we gotta put ’em all in the motherfuckin’ ground.”

“I know…and that’s what scares me so much because what happens after? There’s bound to be complications—what if everything doesn’t go according to plan? I wouldn’t be able to deal with losing you too. Not when you and your club
are
my family.” She squeezed him tighter before she let go. “Come on, let’s make those calls before Cillian starts looking for you.”

They walked to his personal room where he unlocked the door and she followed him inside.

Trey’s phone pinged, indicating he had a text message. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at it.

Cillian: With the missus. Be ready. 1 hour. Gotta fuck b4 we fight.

Trey smirked. He quickly Swype’d a reply.

Trey: I was gonna mention that. My dick’s been hard since shit kicked off. Gotta fuck my ole lady and then I’ll be ready to take ’em all down.

Kyra clutched his shoulder softly before she handed him the burner iPhone they used for emergency messages to his mother. He grabbed it and quickly messaged her.

Trey: Drive-by today in BT. AI involved. Miranda DOA. Club lockdown. Shooters involved will be terminated by LS. RJ, AA, JH involved. WK possible involvement.

He tossed the burner on the bed and placed a call to Nel on his own phone. The line rang and a voice laced with too many years of cigarettes and booze answered the phone.

“This is a rare treat. I hear everything is goin’ just fine as far as deliveries are concerned so what do I owe the pleasure and why isn’t it Dizzy or Killer ringin’ my damn phone?”

“Nel, the club was hit today by
Aztecas Infierno
. Drive-by shooting. Kink’s wife was murdered during the incident.”

“Fuck,” the middle-aged man replied. “You didn’t take out one of those taco-eatin’ motherfuckers?”

“Didn’t have time. There was a club party goin’ on for Daire and Rori’s baptism. We weren’t expectin’ any shit like that. Yeah, we knew they were gonna strike but not when our old ladies and kids were runnin’ around. It’s a bad situation,” Trey replied.

Nel sighed out loud. “You know you got our support. I ain’t never had nothing against you—not even with you bein’ a mongrel and all. Those beaners get caught anywhere near Black Oak, I’m tellin’ Jake to put the word out. The Knights and the local Neo-Nazis will be on watch. They’re goin’ to ground if they come here. And tell Kink I’m real sorry. No one deserves that…losin’ a wife over club shit. That just ain’t right.”

“Listen, I know we got some bad blood between our clubs. The shootout the Knights caused at O’Branaughs last year, you losin’ not only Keri but your son, Baxter, during the retaliation by the Saints. I wanna thank you for puttin’ all that aside—”

“Me losin’ Keri was my mistake, Lennon. So was me ordering that shootout in Birch Tree at O’Branaughs. Baxter was a casualty of club
life
. Boy was dumber than pig shit but he was a good soldier and the way we live, everybody can’t be a motherfuckin’ chief. Some of the men gotta be Indians and he was a damn good one too.

“But killin’ a woman…that just ain’t right,” Nel continued in a strong voice. “The Knights ain’t always been a club I was proud of. We done a lot of bad things. Rapin’ Loire, and other women belongin’ to the Bastards and the Saints. Y’all ain’t never done no shit like that to us. I figure I’m gettin’ up there and I gotta start somewhere. Consider this a peace offerin’…me tryin’ to atone for a few sins before I meet the Reaper. I ain’t thinkin’ God wants anythin’ to do with trash like me but I sure as hell don’t wanna spend eternity goin’ through the seven circles of
Dante’s
Inferno
.”

Trey wanted to correct him about
Inferno
and tell him there were
nine
circles, not seven, but he knew it would come off as arrogant instead of informative.

“Thanks for your support. I’ll let the brothers know,” he said.

“No problem. Give ’em hell, Lennon. We’ll back you up—you got no worries on that front.”

He pressed End and slid his phone in his pocket. “Any word on the burner.”

Kyra sat down on the bed and handed him the iPhone. “See for yourself.”

Eve: Drive-by guys okay. AI is a No Go per Chain of Command. Carlito OK for collateral damage. Prez and VP belong to us. We know location. Take down planned.

Trey: Okay. No locale 4 AI Prez & VP. If Carlito found, club will eliminate. TTYL.

Eve: Next time by box. Do NOT text unless 911.

“What did she say?” Kyra asked as she stared at Trey expectantly.

“We can’t take down
Aztecas Infierno
. They belong to the Feds. I can’t tell the guys about this…hell, we don’t even know where the hell Emilio and his brother
are
at the moment. I’ll handle the other shit…the guys responsible for the drive-by can be eliminated by us. After that happens, I gotta come clean to Cillian,” he explained as he raked his hands through his short hair.

“Are you sure about that?” She reached for his face with a soft hand and turned his head toward her. “Listen, I know it’s hard doing this but…if we tell Cillian what’s going on, that means you have to tell him your parents aren’t dead. What do you think happens then? You’re putting both our lives at risk, honey.”

He shook his head adamantly. “You don’t know Cillian like I do, babe. To you, he seems like a heartless bastard because he wants to start selling women but…he’s not like that. He trusts me and I trust him. I gotta—he’s gonna be my Prez and I’ll be his VP. No way am I takin’ that second seat to him if I can’t even tell ’em the truth about what’s goin’ on with me.”

Kyra bit her lip before her sky blue eyes met his again. “You seriously think he won’t say a word to his dad about your mother?”

“Babe, I
know
he won’t.” Trey sighed. “He and Dizzy—they’ve rarely ever seen eye-to-eye. The only reason he’s gettin’ the Prez chair and not me ’cause I’m not old enough. No way in hell has an MC
ever
been led by someone in their twenties, not since our old man started the club.

“Dizzy was around my age when he branched out on his own but hell, he’d been through a childhood of livin’ in Northern Ireland. He saw his first murder when he was barely three…made his first kill when he was eleven. It was a different generation and men grew up quick. Not like it is now. Right or wrong—Cillian should lead this club. I agree with that decision and I trust the man with my motherfuckin’ life. Only way this life works, babe.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. “Believe me, I know.”

Chapter Twelve

Kyra

I
understood what was coming next. How could I not when I’d grown up in the life and knew all about rivalries, lockdowns, and men going to ground?

An easy colloquialism for death to the enemy and everyone who dared to wrong the club but murder all the same; this wasn’t the first time I would be an accessory to it either.

When I wrapped my arms around Trey and held him close, nothing else mattered. Not what he and his fellow brothers would eventually do to their enemies. Not how many men would die by the very hands that cupped my face. He was mine and I was his. This was the last time we might ever have together but I was determined to make it special, unique and our own. It was the only way to live this life. Focus on the moments of arresting and powerful beauty of peace to blot out the hideous and repulsive acts of violence and war.

The moment his lips crushed against mine and his tongue swept into my mouth, my mind cleared of everything unsavory and repellant that’d happened over the last few hours. He and I were the only two people who existed in this room, loving like it might be the last chance we’d ever have to savor each other’s bodies.

My tongue brushed against his in a sensual and decadent way that made me feel alive and free of all guilt and anguish. Right now, I could be myself and know that he would never let me go. No one would ever be able to hurt or harm me because he would die to protect us, and what we shared. Our love, so pure and driven by all our good intentions, positive light and spirits, would always shine bright. Never to be extinguished, always consuming each other while providing the fuel for us to be true to one another for the rest of our lives.

We weren’t based upon lust, physical attraction, or vanity. Trey would love me when my skin wrinkled with age, when I was no longer youthful and refreshing, when I was merely a shell of the woman I’d once been. It would be the same for me. I would love him when his hair turned gray, his hazel-green eyes were no longer bright with vigor, and the life had left its mark, not only on his mind and soul but his body, too.

Every man in the club had a journey and I’d watched my dad partly go through his. Now I was with my own man, someone I’d grown up with and knew as well as I knew myself; I would watch the circle of life complete itself through us. It was something that wholly satisfied and terrified me at the same time but I was a woman now. The time to put away childish things had finally come to pass, and I could honestly say I was ready to embark on the next journey of what would become my life.

I instinctively knew how much of himself he’d already given to his club today. It was my turn to give something back to him and I relished in the opportunity.

As we lay down on the bed, I climbed on top of him after he pulled the black wifebeater he wore over his head and tossed it to the floor. I kissed him again before my lips trailed down his neck and down to his firm pecs. His breathing changed as I licked his nipples and continued working my way down his body.

Trey’s abs quivered as I kissed them while undoing his jeans and yanking them down past his ass and thighs. The thin trail of dark hair from below his belly button to delights below made my own sex quench with desire. His cock, hard as steel, pressed against his stomach, scarlet and veined.

I pressed my nose against his length, inhaling his manly smell of body wash, cologne, and sweat. It wasn’t unpleasant at all; instead it made me hot and I wanted to worship every inch of him as I licked my tongue all the way up the underside of his dick to the tip.

He inhaled harshly as my lips wrapped around the mushroom head and sucked hard, loving the taste of him in my mouth. Covered in pre-cum, I lapped up the salty-sweet taste of him as my mouth dipped further down his length. I couldn’t get enough of his firmness and wanted to take him all the way inside until I could feel him pressed past my tonsils, feeling me the way he did when he fucked me.

“Oh, fuck, Kyra,” he panted as I brought my mouth all the way down until his carefully groomed pubic hair tickled my nose.

It wasn’t easy, and I’d had a lot of practice, but I wanted to please him as much as he’d ever pleased me, perhaps more knowing what he would face when we were through and he’d leave. His hands fisted my hair but never once did they coax me to do anything I didn’t want to do.

We both knew, without words exchanged, that this was my show, and I would give him the blowjob of his life but he’d have to let me control it.

I deep throated him again before I slowly worked him out, teasing the head of his cock with my tongue. I licked the underside of his cock again, over and over while caressing his balls with my free hand and applying the right amount of pressure. He tensed and bucked his hips voluntarily as my other hand worked up and down his now slick length while my mouth concentrated on the head of his cock and the underside where he was most sensitive.

Trey sat up, gripped me by my arms and seated me firmly on his lap. He kissed me deeply, our tongues lapping at each other like two horny teenagers.

“Fuck, baby, what are you tryin’ to do to me? I need to fuck you and then I’m gonna tongue fuck all my jizz out of that sweet tight hole of yours and fuck you again.”

He slid my thong to the side, raised the spaghetti-strapped boho shirt-dress I wore until the fabric gathered around my waist and guided his stiff length all the way inside of me.

“Fuck me, look at that pretty, tight pussy of yours takin’ my whole length, milking me. Christ, Kyra.”

I moaned as he held me by the waist while he plunged in and out of me, his view better than mine. I looked down between us, watching his cock disappear inside of me before his length reappeared, slick from my wetness.

Trey ripped my thong and tossed the shredded piece of lace fabric on the floor while I fingered my clit feverishly. His dick felt so good, stretching me wide, slamming into me as he thrust his hips, skin smacking against skin, faster and faster while I rubbed my hardened nub. I was going to explode soon, all over him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“No, you don’t, babe. This is my show and I tell you how things are gonna be.” He swiftly withdrew and laid me on the bed before I sat up.

He stood, his hazel-green eyes hooded with desire and pent-up lust that needed to be sated and satisfied. His took off his jeans before he motioned toward my clothing.

“Lose the fuckin’ dress. Now.”

I lifted it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my fingers immediately went to my pebbled nipples, pinching and stretching them as my legs remained splayed open for his benefit.

“You dirty little bitch,” he whispered to me as he got on the bed and crawled towards me. “You gonna let me stick my cock in all your holes, huh?”

“Yes,” I moaned, breathless with desire. “Good.” Trey spread my sex with his fingers and lapped at my juices, his tongue hitting a bull’s-eye as he centered on my clit.

My hips bucked involuntarily as I watched him eat me out with hooded eyes, my mouth open but no sound coming out. The moment his mouth closed over my nub and suckled hard, I came so intensely, my vision sprinkled with bursts of light and my breath rushed out of my mouth.

“Look at the mess you made,” he said in a soft voice. “You came all over that perfect asshole of yours.”

He leaned over, opened and closed a drawer while I lay there, my heart thundering wildly in my chest. I heard plastic rustle and a condom wrapped cock as it pushed into my asshole.

“Fuck me, baby, you’re tight everywhere, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t look at him as I bit my lip and mumbled, “I’ve never had a guy…back there.”

Trey’s free hand palmed my face and I finally met his eyes. “You mean no one…not even with a toy?”

My skin flushed with added embarrassment. “Of course I’ve had a toy back there but, no, I’ve never allowed any man to participate in any backdoor action with me.”

“I’ll be gentle, babe. I promise.”

The experience felt like being a virgin all over again as he pushed into me before waiting, my entrance spreading and accommodating his length and girth. Slowly, he thrust all the way inside of me and worked his cock in and out of me as he thrust two fingers deep into my sex, the padding of his thumb drawing circles around my swollen clit.

From my angle on the bed, my ass cheeks rested against his strong thighs while his cock worked in and out of my asshole, two fingers caressing my G-spot and his thumb working my hardened nub. I knew I’d climax again soon but I couldn’t pretend the thought of violently falling apart with pleasure on a day like this frightened me a little.

Could I just pretend like I hadn’t watched someone die hours earlier or was sex an elixir to make me forget?

I grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples until my whole body hummed with desire and all I could feel was his dick inside me. Every part of me wanted to explode in fireworks and orgasms that would leave me trembling from the inside out until nothing existed but this—us—our pleasure.

He pulled out of me and I immediately missed the feeling of him but I watched as he discarded the condom in the trash and situated me on top of him after he lay down.

“Kyra, if this is the last time I ever get to feel you against me, it won’t be with a raincoat on my dick. I want to be with you, be inside you, making you feel good. I’m a perv—like every guy—but at the end of the day, your pussy is perfect and I don’t need to fuck every hole in your body to know I already own everything you are and everything you have.”

I smiled down at him as he slid his length back inside me and I panted, riding him wild and rough as we joined together again and again. His length fucking me slow and soft, hard and rough, ultimately making love to me with his gentle caresses and soft kisses.

The feeling of pleasure washed over me, this time like a gentle tide as I grabbed his head with my hands, caressing his scalp, while gripping his cock hard with my muscles. Trey moaned into my mouth as we rode out the remnants of pleasure unmeasured, unspoken, and yet fulfilled beyond our wildest dreams.

My heart thundered as we separated and lay on the bed. I curled up beside him like a kitten while he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, cheeks and mouth occasionally. I’d never felt more content and it was hard to imagine I’d ever be as happy as I was at that moment.

Like every other cherished moment in my life, a knock on the door soon shattered our perfect little universe of two.

“Trey!” Cillian yelled on the other side of the door. “Get ready to jet. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

I sat up in bed and pulled my knees against my chest. “You should start to get ready,” I murmured softly.

“Yeah, I should.” He sat up, stood, and walked into the bathroom.

I heard the shower begin and listened to the water as it rinsed his body clean while I sat there, his cum—and mine—leaking out of me to form the dreaded wet spot.

I usually cared about crap like that. It really bothered me, and the real reason why despite my fastidious birth control regimen, I insisted guys wear a condom. Sex was too dirty and too intimate to really be enjoyed with someone I only felt a sliver of a connection.