In Too Deep (The Lovers Duet)

by Chardou, Selene

  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 th
e 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.”

  “True. I never thought about it to be honest. I’ve seen her hangin’ round the shop and didn’t even question it. I mean, Loire is a lot of things but no way does she want to destroy her own father’s club. I can’t believe that for one goddamn second. I know she had a touch childhood but that is pretty much all Loire has told me.”

  Linx grabbed his coffee and sat across from Hardy. “When did she make contact?”

  “About a month ago shortly after New Year’s.”

  “What are you two gossiping about?” Talia greeted as she walked into the kitchen holding her son, Kaelan, in her arms.

  “What’s little man doin’ here?” Hardy stood and took his great nephew from Talia’s arms before he embraced her and kissed her cheek. “The most beautiful woman in the rock industry has graced us with her presence. Where’s that hot nanny you hired?”

  Talia sighed out loud. “That’s why I’m here. Linx, do you think Trista minds watching Kaelan? I had to fire my ‘hot nanny’ because I found her fucking Niko while my son was screaming his little lungs out. That little cunt had turned off the baby monitor. Fuckin’ bitch. I swear, if Niko hadn’t been there, I would have cunt-punted the sleazy little skank…then again, you’d be bailin’ my ass out of jail right now.”

  Hardy looked at his great-nephew, who was almost seven months old, and held him in gently in his arms. “I’ll look after him, babe. Don’t worry. Look at those big baby blues—thank fuck he didn’t get Jaden’s dull brown eyes.”

  Her pale green eyes glared at Linx before she turned toward Hardy. “Doctor’s not sure his eyes will stay blue…they might go green like mine or even brown. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

  “He’s family, Tal, and we take care of our own. Although what you saw in my eejit nephew is beyond me. He’s a fuckin’ idiot for not committing to you.”

  She laughed before she kissed Hardy’s cheek. “Well, if you weren’t related to Jaden, I would jump your bones quick and in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, he’s still jacked up about…well, you know…”

  “Serves her right,” Hardy mumbled before he turned away while carrying Kaelan.

  “Linx, can you get Kaelan’s baby bag out of the limo. I have to talk to Trista real quick. Tell the guys to calm the fuck down. I’ll be out in a moment, okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replied in a snarky voice.

  He walked out to the limo and Kris handed him the baby bag as soon as he opened the back door.

  “Tell Talia to hurry up.” Niko wore a pair of sunglasses and looked pissed off.

  “Seriously, dude? Her fucking nanny? Are you doin’ drugs?”

  Seth chuckled under his breath.

  “No. I’m perfectly sober except for the occasional joint or a booze binder but the chick was hot and she was all over me. It seemed like it would be rude to turn her down.”

  “You’re a sick fucker,” Kris said.

  “We’ll be right out. I gotta get Tal and take this back inside.”

  Linx walked back into his house only to be met at the door by a fuming Talia. “What the fuck is going on and why is my cousin laid up in bed? She told me she was sick with the flu but I know the score. We’re family for Christ’s sake. She’s never heaved her guts out like that, not even at her worst. Is she pregnant?”

  He didn’t exactly know what to say because Trista was clear she didn’t want anyone to know until she was well into her second trimester.

  “What the fuck happened three months ago, Linx?” Talia crossed her arms against her breasts and stood there nonchalantly. “You two disappear and run off to find Trey yet you come back with all these Saints members surrounding you like you and her are a piece of gold and Hardy still hasn’t left yet. Why is the Prez of the L.A. charter staying in your guest house?”

  “How do you know what Hardy’s job is?”

  Linx was frankly tired of Trista’s family. At least his stayed out of the way, didn’t ask too many questions and minded their own business. Cassidy was in love with some executive at Introspect, a professional with a good job and who treated his children decent for once so even she hadn’t really been an issue. Between Trey and Talia, he could strangle them both. Trista was his wife and what they did was no one’s business but their own.

  “I take enough trips to Vegas to see Syd, Kaz and Jaden. They talk…about general Club business and according to Jaden and Kaz, Hardy and Ronan are now Prez and VP of the Saints L.A. charter in Glendale. Do you wanna let me in on what’s goin’ on around here?”

  “Listen, can we discuss this another time? We’re gonna be late for our radio interview—”

  “Not another time, Linx. Today. I’m coming by after the radio interview, we’re gonna sit down, and fucking talk this shit through, you hear me? I’m sick to death of all the lies and secrets and I can’t fucking stand deception. You’re going to enlighten me or Winter’s Regret will be looking for another bassist.” She pushed past him and he followed behind her, closing the door to his home as soon as they stepped outside.

  He couldn’t believe she was threatening his job. This shit couldn’t be happening. Not when everything was beginning to look up; not when he and Trista were so happy together and couldn’t believe they were expecting a child.

  No, he would not be losing his job. Not now, not ever.

  There was no way this bitch would push him out of a group he’d personally created with Seth and Niko.

  Besides Trista and his sons, Winter’s Regret was not only his livelihood but his passion, and without the band, his life would be that much more emptier. He lived to perform and although she had brought the band to heights none of them thought was possible, that didn’t give her the right to think she could dispatch him so easily.

  If she thought that was going to happen any time soon, she had another think coming.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I FINALLY FELT well enough to get out of bed around noon, take a much needed shower and put on a pair of boyfriend jeans along with a spaghetti-strapped, white peasant blouse. I left my hair long and loose before I walked down the stairs and made a cup of decaffeinated green tea with the Keurig.

  As I walked into the sitting room, I noticed Naomi holding Talia’s son, Kaelan, while Ronan and Hardy spoke quietly. They all looked up as I entered and sat on a large leather La-Z-Boy ottoman chair with my knees tucked under me.

  “What’s going on?” I wondered out loud.

  “Club business,” Hardy mumbled before he sipped from a bottle of Heineken he clutched in his hand.

  “Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have a compound or something for ‘Club business’ and why has my living room become your meeting place? What? You don’t trust your other charter brothers? You two have been in charge for almost eleven weeks so why is my house still your favorite place to hang out?”

  “Actually, this concerns you too.” Naomi responded as she held a sleeping Kaelan against her chest as he slept on, completely oblivious to what was going on between us adults.

  “What is it now?” I sipped from my tea and burnt my tongue.

  “Talia needs to be told.”

  “About what? Birch Tree and what happened there three months ago?” I shook my head vehemently. “No fuckin’ way. She’d blow a gasket and Linx would be fired from Winter’s Regret.”

  “She won’t do shit because
if she does something that drastic then we might have to…bypass Jaden’s trifling ass, and ask for full custody of Kaelan. She can’t look after him, being a single mother and the lead singer of a rock band.” Ronan’s icy blue eyes never left mine. “He’s a Cox and we take care of our own. Ask Misty what happened to her daughter. You notice she didn’t have Alanna, didn’t you? You know why? Because Raymond Jackson had the papers drawn up as soon as she entered the country. He accused her of kidnapping his granddaughter and parental neglect. We couldn’t even gather our team of attorneys fast enough before Drake and that German bitch he’s married to had taken custody of Alanna. She now has visitation rights…every other weekend, supervised at the Jackson household in Pine Bluff.”