Smolder: Trojans MC

by Kara Parker

  Apparently it had done enough. Luke pulled her up and kissed her, clearly not caring about the taste of his seed still on her tongue. He sighed and leaned back against the wall, pulling her to him and plying her mouth open further with his tongue. His kiss was tired but enthusiastic nonetheless, and his hands roamed over Shayla’s bare chest with relish.

  “That was amazing,” he whispered against her jaw, pressing a kiss there before moving to her neck. “Now I’m going to give you the same treatment.”

  Shayla nearly protested. After all, she hadn’t sucked him off just so he would return the favor. But, then again, she certainly didn’t feel like turning down anything considering how alive her body still was, and how much her core throbbed at his touch and the memory of the act she’d just performed.

  Luke led Shayla over to her room and slid her onto the bed, kissing her languidly as he reached down and unbuttoned her pants. He pulled them off slowly, eyes on her the whole time, and each stroke of the fabric against Shayla’s legs felt like a kiss.

  After dropping her pants on the floor, Luke sat down at the end of the bed and pulled her legs over his shoulders, dipping his head between her thighs without further delay. She arched against him as he began to lavish her with his tongue, stroking her most sensitive areas sensually and with perfect precision. Shayla loved these moments with Luke, when they both became so lost in each other’s bodies that the rest of the world hardly mattered. She thought only of his hot mouth on her pussy and the way his hands gripped onto her hips to hold her steady.

  The pleasure she got from Luke’s mouth was on another plane. It was pure and unrelenting, like heaven itself had landed between her thighs. Shayla cried out each time he swirled deeper, her legs quivering with each stroke. Her orgasm was close, if not looming. She was so worked up from giving him head that it wouldn’t take much to drive her over the edge. She was surprised it was already taking this much. When she’d been doing it, she thought a mere touch against her core would send her spiraling.

  When that fine, beautiful moment did come, Shayla was barely ready for it. It hit her like a semi, dragging her along through waves of pure, undulating bliss. She slammed her head into the pillows and screamed, her body tensing down to the smallest of her toes.

  Luke rubbed his raspy chin against each thigh, kissing his way all the way back to her lips. He took his time on her breasts, giving them the attention that he’d clearly been too busy to earlier. In the afterglow of her orgasm, Shayla’s nipples were sensitive and hard. Conscious of this, Luke kissed them so lightly it felt like his lips were feathers.

  When his journey finally ended at her mouth, Luke pulled her to him for a long, lazy kiss. Shayla could feel the pounding of both of their hearts, almost in time. And as she pulled her lover into her embrace, nuzzling her face against the hard and warm plane of his chest, she forgot everything except from how good and right that moment felt.

  ***

  Shayla woke slowly, languidly, conscious of the fact that she had the day off from work and so had nowhere to be. Luke was beside her, still fully clothed. She giggled, noting the contrast between his attire and hers. She was naked, her skin lit by the mid-morning sun.

  He was resting peacefully still, his soft snores both cute and comforting. A smile played on Shayla’s lips as she snuggled up further to him. It wasn’t until a moment later that she remembered why she’d called him over in the first place.

  Shayla’s smile dropped. Goddamnit. It turned out she couldn’t just screw away her problems. Well, in the case of Anthony maybe she could. But not with Luke, and that was a problem.

  As if sensing her discomfort, Luke stirred. His large hands reached for her and pulled her tighter. “I’m still going to kill Anthony,” he said quietly.

  Shayla snickered. The threat lost some of its edge when delivered by a slumbering tiger. She kissed his cheek and waited for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t as much of a morning person as she was.

  When he slowly blinked open to look at her, Luke’s lips twitched into a grin. “I have to say, I enjoy this style of pajamas.”

  Shayla chuckled. “I only wish you’d chosen to copy me.”

  He closed his eyes and rested back against the pillow. “Maybe in, like, fifteen minutes.”

  A beeping noise cut off Shayla from the question that’d been perched on her lips. Grateful for the momentary reprieve from having to face the horrid reality of what tonight would bring, Shayla reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her phone.

  “Oh my god.” She shot up, causing Luke to groan at the disturbance.

  “What is it?” he asked sleepily, resting his arm across his eyes.

  Shayla patted his arm and tore it away. “It’s Naomi. She wants to talk.”

  “The other anchor from your channel? The one who went to rehab?”

  “Yeah.” Shayla jumped out of bed and began pulling on clothes. “I haven’t heard from her in so long! I need to go see what she has to say.”

  Luke accepted his fate and blearily rose from the covers. “I’ll take you.”

  Shayla was about to fight him on it, contending that she was a big girl and could go places alone, when she realized she’d do anything to not have him leave her side today. She needed him.

  So, together they went off to rehab.

  Chapter Thirty One

  Luke didn’t know much about Naomi, or about the conditions that had brought her to the Templeton Heights Rehabilitation Center. He only knew that her job was the one Shayla currently occupied. Admittedly, he had little respect for drug addicts and thought that her story was guaranteed to be just as pathetic as the next.

  It was a harsh way to operate, and he knew that. It was probably unfair to Naomi as well. But, for the short amount of time that Trojans MC had sold drugs, Luke had come in contact with enough unsavory characters to know that addiction was something even he found distasteful.

  The rehab center looked exactly as he pictured it would. A fountain out front seemed designed to remind visitors that the people they were visiting were the moneyed version of addicts. These weren’t the sort that had to get clean on their own on the streets. These were the kind whose parents and loved ones sacrificed thousands of dollars to send off to do yoga and write in journals for weeks at a time.

  The excitement of the girl beside him, who clearly cared for Naomi, was the only thing that kept him from staring around in distaste at everyone he saw and surely getting kicked out. Yes, the people there had made the decision to better their lives. To get better. But how many of them would relapse before long? And then how many more thousands of dollars would bring them back here?

  After signing in at the front desk, Shayla and Luke headed into the elevator and up to the third floor. The bright, cheery surroundings were part hospital and part hotel. He saw room service trays outside some of the doors, with the half eaten remains of gourmet meals stacked on them in disarray.

  Naomi’s room was different, somehow. Everything was neat and tidy, and there were no personal effects to clutter the space. She was a slight woman, and she greeted them at the door with a kind, if tired smile, and led them over to the chairs by the window at the back of the room.

  Naomi’s brown hair had been shorn close to her head, and Luke doubted that it was by personal choice. At least not a sober personal choice. She had angular features, made even more angular by her half-starved appearance. Shayla seemed shocked to see her like she was.

  “I didn’t realize…” Shayla began to say, trailing off.

  “I know.” Naomi smiled, resting a frail hand on Shayla’s. “It looks worse than it is. I probably weighed the same when I was still at the station, but I just wore a lot of makeup.” She laughed, a tinkling sound that reminded Luke how she had probably gotten into television.

  “Why did you decide you wanted to talk after all this time?” Shayla asked. “I thought you didn’t want to see anyone from your old life anymore.”

  “Is that what Anthony told you
?” Naomi said with a scowl.

  Shayla nodded briefly.

  “That man is a lying sack of shit.”

  The abrupt nature of her comment and the delivery of it endeared Naomi immediately to Luke. He had never met her before, but at least they could form a bond over how much they hated Anthony.

  As if sensing he was thinking about her, Naomi turned her head and looked at Luke. Her gaze was appraising, and she finished it with a smile. “I watched all of your segments, Mr. Cinder,” she said. She turned back to Shayla and addressed her next. “You did a great job. Both of you. But you especially, Shayla.”

  “It was nothing…”

  “I meant in snagging this one.” Naomi winked, trying to lighten the mood of the room. “Nicely played.”

  Shayla laughed and grabbed Luke’s hand. “Yeah. It kind of just happened.”

  “You can tell me all about it at another time,” Naomi said. “But I’m starting to clear my head a bit more, and there are some things I want to set straight. I asked you to come because I know that you took my position.” Her gaze shifted downward. “I’m worried that you might end up in some of the same...problems.”

  Shayla looked confused, but didn’t contradict Naomi. “I’m listening.”

  Naomi took a deep breath, gazing out the window. “I know that I’m the only one responsible for the way I’ve turned out. I’m not a fool.” She turned back and smiled wryly at the pair. “But I also know that there were factors pushing me to the actions I took.”

  She was every bit as calm and composed as the room around her. Luke wondered if all the rooms looked like their inhabitants. Perhaps high tech gadgets strewn across the surfaces of the more jittery patients, their hands constantly reaching from one thing to the next. Maybe in the rooms of those crippled by depression and mental anguish there would be dark drapes and bottles of water in the bed, on the floor, beside the window, left there by their despondent inhabitant carelessly, then forgotten about.

  Naomi started to speak again, and only the briefest twinkle in her eye gave away how much it pained her to do so. “Anthony was the one who suggested it. Well, pushed me to it. Did you know we were a couple?”

  Shyla shook her head, shocked. “I knew you were close. I didn’t realize you were actually a couple.”

  Naomi snorted. “Close. We were never close. The only thing that man has ever been close to is the devil when he sold his soul.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, trying to regain her composure. “He was really sweet at first. We started up around the time I started at KTMA. He wanted to keep it quiet at work, said it was personal.” She smiled wryly. “Just between him and I.”

  Naomi picked a stray thread off of her mustard yellow cardigan. She examined it in the light and let it fall, drifting to the ground.

  “I found out much later that he wanted to keep it quiet because it left his options open to sleep with whomever he pleased behind my back. By then it was too late, though. I was too far gone.”

  “Too far gone?” Shayla’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

  Naomi nodded. Luke noticed how she subtly clenched her fist, though she tried to hide it beside her in the armchair. “It started out simple at first. We’d have wine together on an evening, and he’d ply me with it anytime I had a bad day. Or a good day. Then just any day. I never noticed that he didn’t drink his.”

  Shayla interrupted. “But he said you were hooked on cocaine, not alcohol.”

  Naomi was clearly sensitive about the subject, and the look on her face made it clear that she resented the ungraceful way Shayla had interrupted. Luke knew that wasn’t like Shayla, and that she was just on edge because of her own experience with Anthony. He wondered whether Shayla would tell Naomi or not. Nevertheless, Naomi slid back her calm expression and inclined her head toward Shayla’s direction.

  “The alcohol didn’t last long. I had a figure to keep in mind, and there are so very few things one can accomplish while they’re drunk. Besides, I was happiest in that mild stage of buzzed, when the world seems just right but hasn’t begun to blur at the edges.”

  She hardly sounded like any alcoholic Luke had ever met. He supposed that’s why she wasn’t in here for that.

  Naomi must have caught his expression. “I’m an alcoholic now, I won’t deny it. I still yearn for it all the time. I can almost taste the wine on my lips just talking about it. If it were up to me, I would’ve stayed with the booze. I was happy there, if lowly functioning.”

  “Anthony made you give it up?” Shayla cocked her head to the side. “But I thought it was his idea?”

  Naomi shook her head. “It was his idea of a gateway. He made it out that I had done wrong to myself. That I should be ashamed. He told me that I needed to stop before things got out of control.” She chuckled darkly. “I didn’t realize that things would always get out of control with him. Would continue getting out of control.”

  She took a moment to take in a deep breath, stirring the dust motes in the air around her. Lit up by the sun as she was, Luke could see why she was made for TV. She glowed from their attention and the backlighting. Everything about her screamed storyteller. It was something he’d noticed about Shayla, too, though he’d never heard her tell a story of her own. He vowed to remedy that.

  “So he took away my wine and I cried. I begged. But he had me so under his thumb that I knew I had to submit. What was I going to do? Complain to my friends that my secret boyfriend had taken away the fuel of my addiction? And I was too terrified of him to drink anything behind his back. He was obsessive. He followed me places. He smelled my breath. He looked through my things.” She glanced down at her hands. “It didn’t mean I didn’t try, at first.”

  Shayla reached out and gently laid a hand on Naomi’s. “What happened?”

  Naomi looked back up. “I got a punch to the gut. I threw up everything, everywhere.” She scowled. “When I was finished, he came to me and told me he was sorry. That this was his fault and that he would fix it for me. He slipped a bottle of pills in my hand and said they would accomplish the same task, but that I wouldn’t gain weight. I wouldn’t become undesirable. And I wouldn’t lose my job.”

  Shayla gasped, horrified. She pulled back her hand like Naomi had burned her. Luke felt like his insides were burning too. Everything in him ached to get up and go to Anthony’s house right now and kill him. Maybe he didn’t know this Naomi woman at all, but Anthony had his sights set on his Shayla now. He wanted to end him before he got the chance to even try.

  Naomi’s eyes hardened as she looked at Shayla, and Luke could see why. She was gaping like a fish, a face of pure disbelief on her face. She couldn’t believe that Naomi had stayed with him. Probably that she’d fallen for him in the first place, either. And Luke couldn’t blame her. After his experiences with the greasy fucker himself, it was difficult to imagine any situation where a person could put up with that.

  Naomi wasn’t having any of it. “You have no idea what it was like,” she snapped. “Either of you.”

  Shayla recovered quickly. “Naomi...I didn’t mean to...I don’t—”

  “You do.” Naomi flexed her hand and forced it onto her thigh, open and splayed.

  Luke felt the heat of Shayla’s shame, and it was accompanied by his own. After everything he’d been through in life, he had no right to judge this woman.

  “I’m sorry for snapping,” Naomi said after a moment, her voice more even. “I’m still quite irritable from my withdrawals. And I’m furious at myself.” She took a deep breath, even as Shayla tried to protest that she had nothing to be sorry for. “No, no. You’re right to be skeptical of my character.” She sighed. “I am too.”

  Shayla still hung her head in shame. “I guess I just never saw Anthony in the light that you did.”

  Naomi smiled ruefully. “And I hope you never do. Because the light I saw him in was so false but so bright. He was my protector, saving me from myself. While I had fallen into a hole of darkness, he brought me mer
cy and forgiveness.” She shook her head. “I took the pills like a goddamn olive branch and swallowed them down greedily. In no time at all I was hooked, happier to wind my days away in that blissful, fuzzy state than I was anything else. I stopped going out and seeing friends. I stopped going out in general. All Anthony’s idea, of course.”

  “But why?” Shayla furrowed her brow. “Why did he do that?”

  Because he was a masochistic bastard, thought Luke. But Naomi had a different explanation.

  “I don’t know if you’ve had many conversations with Anthony, Shayla, but that man lives and breathes power. He can’t get up in the morning if he doesn’t think he’ll have the chance to subjugate at least one person throughout the course of the day. He couldn’t get it up in bed if he wasn’t in complete control.”