Naked Dirty Love

by Selene Chardou

  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, h
uh?”

  “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.

  My relationship with Trey was different.

  Nothing about what we did together ever felt dirty or unclean. Even sitting in a wet spot in his bed, I was all right. I worried more about whether he would return to me after tonight than anything else. I couldn’t lose him, not when we finally were together and at peace with what we had.

  The shower ended and he strolled into the bedroom, drying off in between grabbing clean clothes. Tears I desperately didn’t want him to see, fell from my eyes.

  He slipped on a pair of black jeans, a clean gray t-shirt, and grabbed his cut. His eyes glanced toward me, halting his actions.

  “Babe, please don’t do this. I’d rather you not cry—I’m not dead.”

  I viciously wiped my face as the bed dipped and he held me in his arms. “I know and I don’t know why I’m crying. Fuck, I’ve never been so goddamn weak in my whole life. I feel so...useless.”

  Trey kissed my lips. “You’re not any of that shit, Kyra, you’re fuckin’ human. I love you so much and believe me, I’m not gonna do anything that would jeopardize what we have. I wanna come back to you more than you could ever fathom right now. Do you believe that?”

  I nodded my head. “Of course. I love you too, baby. Just come back to me.”

  He nodded his head as he stood. “Love you,” he said before he walked out and closed the door behind him.

  Just in time for me to fall apart in peace.

  After hours of crying—in between showering, and changing into a pair of jeans and a red tank top—I emerged from the room. Gisela met me in the hallway and we walked together to the game room.

  “You all right?” she questioned as soon as we sat down.

  I shook my head, willing the tears not to come again. “I didn’t think it would be this fucking hard. I mean…didn’t we go through something similar like this in L.A.?”

  “No, we didn’t.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, and squeezed gently. “We were lucky no one was shot and killed in Southern California but the good times don’t last forever. Aztecas Infierno was always going to be an issue. In fact, my dad and Angelo Abandonato warned Dizzy he was making a mistake when he started dealing with them. Perhaps he thought the fragile bond Emilio and his sister, Maureen, had would be enough but, alas, this has always been in the cards.”

  I bit my lip and looked away from her. “I’ve always been so strong and I innately understand how to get through this because it isn’t my first time at the rodeo—you know that. But I don’t know how to live through this because I’ve never had the man I love out there…in harm’s way. That’s why this is so fucking hard for me.”

  Gisela grabbed my hands and squeezed them as her bright amber eyes stared into mine.. “Honey, you can get through this the same way I do. You take one breath at a time and you cherish the memories of what you two have made together. Hold on tight, pray to whatever deity you believe in, and don’t you ever lose faith. You feel me?”

  I nodded my head the same time as my smart phone rang. My heart hammered against my ribcage as “Heart of Stone” played its haunting melody; the ring tone I reserved for my father.

  “Dad?” I greeted as tears spilled from my eyes.

  “Baby, I heard about what happened. Were you hurt?” he said, his tone sympathetic yet detached at the same time.

  “No, not at all. Miranda Gillespie, Edward’s wife—she was murdered. There were a few injuries but I’m okay.” I sighed softly. “The club’s in flux...but in the end, we’ll be all right.”

  “That’s what I called
to speak to you about.” He cleared his throat. “I know we didn’t leave things between us in good terms. I’m so sorry for what I said to you… I shouldn’t have given you that kind of ultimatum—”

  “No, you shouldn’t have, Dad,” I interrupted rudely as I walked out of the game room and down the hallway towards the back of the clubhouse. “You can’t just call me out of the blue because tragedy has struck the Saints, and think everything is honky-dory between us. It’s not. I can’t forget the words you callously threw at me, especially when Trey approached you and tried to explain the situation.”

  “Baby, you’re my daughter, first and foremost. Now you know why I didn’t want you and Trey to get together, I didn’t call to apologize for my behavior. I know I might have sounded harsh but look what’s happened,” he said in a calm voice.

  “Yeah, I know what happened—I witnessed it with my own eyes. A woman died several feet away from me today.” I cleared my dry throat as I stepped out of the back door of the clubhouse.

  “Well…your mother and I have talked about it. We want you to come home, Kyra. Come back to the club that’s your birthright. Whatever is goin’ on with Dizzy’s fucked up business dealings, don’t let them cloud your judgment. You’re my oldest daughter and my heart. I can’t allow you to be in harm’s way,” he quietly pleaded.

  I bummed a smoke from Cell and lit it with his lighter before walking a few feet away. “No, Dad. I’m not going to do that. I promised Trey I wouldn’t abandon him. Not to mention I can’t be loyal to two different clubs. My future is with him and he’s going to be the VP when Cillian takes over. I was born a Bastard but looks like I’ll die a Saint.”

  “I won’t accept that!” Dad exclaimed in anger. “This isn’t negotiable, Kyra Llewellyn Hughes. You wanted a choice? I’m givin’ it to you! What’s it gonna be? Are you seriously deciding to stay with those renegade thugs and turnin’ your back on your own club?”

  I exhaled cigarette smoke. “Papa, you once told me when I decided to settle down with the one man I loved with all my heart, I wouldn’t only take his name but I’d belong to his club. I know you hoped I would become the old lady of a Bastard and I did, in a way. It’s not Trey’s fault what happened between you and Dizzy any more than it’s his fault the man happens to be his father.”