Naked Dirty Love

by Selene Chardou

  He could feel how close her pussy was to his dick by the warmth greeting him. Already wet and ready, they’d save the foreplay for the next round but, first, they’d get the pleasantries out of the way and fuck hard and rough.

  Trey felt her as she slowly allowed him to penetrate her depths. He was a big guy but for someone who was as sexually adventurous as Kyra, her pussy gripped his cock like a fucking vice. He pushed deeper into her and she moaned loudly, from pleasure and pain. His tongue licked one of her nipples as he pinched the other and slowly worked his length in and out of her, never giving her all of him. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she worked her hips and with gravity on her side, she seated herself and he felt his whole cock sink balls deep inside her.

  He walked them both to her bedroom and laid them gently on the bed as she pulsed around his length, breathing hard.

  Her sky blue eyes opened and stared into his for much too long before she nodded and he slowly began to thrust into her, relishing the feeling of her tightness around him. He should have asked about protection, whether it was a good idea to go without a condom but at that moment, he didn’t give a shit.

  He couldn’t get enough of her, driving his cock into her as deep and far as possible while she panted beneath him and met his thrusts eagerly. His mouth crushed against hers again, their tongues swirling in a delicious power dual.

  Kyra gripped his ass with determined hands and he slowed his movement, wanting to memorize every inch of her gorgeous body. The freckles that covered her shoulders, the mole near her belly button, the way her breasts swayed with every movement in and out of her tight pussy.

  She belonged to him right now and he’d cherish every moment of their togetherness.

  Before he could get used to her, she rolled them over and sat up. A small smile formed on those perfect pink lips as she rode him from her position. With her arms planted behind her, using his thighs as leverage, she worked him in and out of her at a pace faster than he accomplished and he was in awe, watching her pussy as it milked his cock.

  It’d been a while but he was a damn good lover, he could hold his own, but if she continued with her furious pace, he’d come before he was ready.

  “Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands grabbed her breasts and brushed her nipples with gentle fingers as she continued to ease his dick inside her at a pace she seemed to enjoy.

  “I know,” Kyra whispered. “But I like seconds and thirds. This is just the first and I do expect full service later on. Besides, missionary position and I aren’t friends. Not enough action, sweetie.”

  Trey sat up in bed, one hand digging into her hips while the other wandered between her splayed legs to massage her clit. She flushed and bit her bottom lip as he slowly circled the nub.

  “When you gonna learn? I may be a few years younger than you but I run this show, baby. Always have, always will. Now, calm down, stop being such a controlling bitch and let me do my thing.”

  Kyra smirked though she did slow down but her hips continued to buck against him even though he was now the one thrusting in and out of her. The feeling started as his balls tightened and he knew he was on the verge. Her eyes never left his as he moved the pad of his thumb against her clit. Her muscles squeezed tighter around him as her orgasm washed over her with a shudder that had her grabbing her own breasts and pinching her nipples; he lost it.

  “Fuck,” Trey said, coming as she drenched his cock in her own juices. He milked his orgasm until there was nothing left and lay down.

  She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, enjoying the closeness of their sticky, sweat-soaked bodies.

  It was now official.

  They were together and he’d always be there for her no matter what happened. He didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep and had never liked club whores. He preferred being in a relationship and she was exactly the type of woman he needed.

  Trey lived his life on the wild side for the most part, and been okay. If something happened between them, he’d deal with it like he did everything else. He wouldn’t mind a baby or maybe two. Not that he wanted kids now but it was too late to worry about the consequences when he obviously wasn’t shooting blanks. Caitlin was a prime example of his prowess, and Keri had been expecting their first.

  No more thoughts about Keri. She was part of a life he no longer lived and he wouldn’t allow her to jeopardize his future. She was a ghost that would forever haunt him but he wouldn’t give her any more power to dictate his future.

  “What have you done to me, Trey Lennon?” Kyra ran soft fingers over his jawline. “I expected fireworks but you truly amaze me.”

  “You’re no shrinkin’ violet or innocent yourself, babe.” He smiled as she adjusted herself and tried to roll away but he held on tighter.

  “Stop it,” she said, “and let me go. There’s gonna be a major wet spot in the bed and I don’t plan on sleeping there.”

  “Jeez, you women and your damn inconsequential issues. A wet spot. Is it really a big deal?”

  “Yes!”

  “No, babe, it ain’t.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “No,” Trey replied as he flipped them over, “it isn’t. I would think you’d be more concerned about how we should have used a condom.” Kyra’s face flushed crimson as she covered herself with both hands. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “I completely forgot about that.”

  “I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been back from Belfast and I got myself checked out for other reasons. Is there anything you need to tell me about?”

  She shook her head, removing her hands from her face. “Cricket and I used condoms while we were together. Maybe that’s why he dumped me. I’m on birth control if that’s what you’re worried about but…you’re right. We should have been safe, just in case.”

  Trey grabbed her wrists and held them down against the bed. “It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done and if you want me, you got me. I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m tired of runnin’…tired of denyin’ the inevitable. I’ll face your father and your brother—they can beat my ass as many times as they want, but I want you to be mine, Kyra.”

  “What does that mean, exactly?” She stared at him, her blue eyes bright and glassy with unshed tears. “Our clubs—yours and mine—aren’t talking because of what Dizzy did. My dad is going be pissed because, eventually, I’ll have to make a choice. It’s going to be you or the club because I can’t have both. I can’t bring a Saint to barbeques and charity events the club has. Hell, everyone from your club is going to automatically distrust me because I’m the Prez’s daughter for the wrong club.”

  “Well, I can’t do anything about that.” He let go of her wrists and looked down at her intently. “It’s not like I can date Misty—she’s my half-sister. Not to mention she’s dating a Bastard and I’ve seen him down at the clubhouse.”

  “Yeah…about that situation…it’s complicated. Both the clubs know about it and Trista’s ex is another beast entirely. I’m not at liberty to say what’s going on—it’s a legal matter.”

  Trey’s hazel-green eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What the fuck does that mean? Is he a goddamn Fed like Naomi?”

  Kyra took the opportunity to maneuver her body from underneath his and sat up in the bed. “You know I can’t tell you that so why are you asking? Do you want me to lose my ability to practice law? I can’t do pillow talk with you about my job, Trey.”

  “And what is this? Just another perk your job provides? Unlimited biker dick—take all the fuck you want and discard it when you’re through?” he questioned coldly.

  “Fuck you.” She stood and strolled to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Get your shit and get the fuck gone before I come out.”

  The door slammed behind her as Trey rolled over on his back and tucked his arms underneath his head.

  Fucking women.

  Did she really think she could dismiss him like a well-trained puppy and get away with
it? That wasn’t how relationships worked and she’d soon find out that’s definitely not how shit worked with him. He might have been a few years younger than her but in no way did that diminish him being a man.

  Not even Keri had gotten away with that shit.

  He’d be damned if Kyra thought she’d be able to just because she had a law degree, and a hot shit job as one of the best attorneys in their one horse town.

  Trey was far from stupid.

  Hell, he was a computer genius with an IQ of one fifty-five and had not only been accepted at CalTech but Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Both universities had offered him full-ride scholarships though his parents could have easily paid for his tuition. He often wondered what his life would be like if he’d gone to college instead of deciding to prospect for the Bastards.

  His parents and brother wouldn’t be in Witsec.

  He wouldn’t have a criminal record.

  Everything about him would probably be unrecognizable to the person he was now.

  As if he didn’t feel bad enough about all the damage he caused to his family, his mother had now come back into his life. No matter how brief their reunion, she’d still pour salt in his wounds. He didn’t know how he felt about the turn of events but he no longer had the luxury to question much of anything. The club was at a crossroads with Aztecas Infierno, their supplier of cocaine, and the cartel started making bold moves into Birch Tree and Pine Bluff.

  If they succeeded, it would destroy the towns and cause a flight of all the middle and upper middle-class residents to greener pastures. Revenue would dry up, and eventually they’d end up in the same shape as Black Oak. Broke down, decrepit and with the towns’ lack of prosperity, the clubs would eventually suffer and no longer be relevant at all.

  Trey had zero desire to dwell on the situation at the moment. The sooner they completed the run, the better he’d feel about moving on with his life.

  Whether Kyra realized it or not, she was part of his new life. He’d shed the past and forget about the demons haunting him. He’d start anew and finally accept he’d never be able to change the life he lived now.

  The bathroom door opened abruptly and Kyra walked out completely nude, displaying gorgeous alabaster skin and nothing between her and the slight chill in the room. Her condo wasn’t nearly warm enough for this time of the year, not to mention he didn’t exactly approve of her living alone. That was something he’d have to rectify as soon as he came home from L.A.

  “What the hell are you still doing here?” she asked casually, bending over while looking through a drawer connected to a vanity mirror. Since it was positioned directly across from the bed, it gave him a mouthwatering view of her pretty pink pussy. She pulled out a short black negligee and slipped it over her naked body.

  “I told ya, babe, shit don’t work like that between us anymore. We aren’t dancin’ around, bitch. I fucked you and now, I’m claimin’ you. If we’re doin’ this, we do it for real. No half measures, no throwin’ me out because you wanna raise hell and don’t feel like talkin’ to me. You feelin’ me, princess?”

  Kyra whipped around to face him. “Princess? What. The. Fuck. First, you call me a bitch, and I’m supposed to be okay with you calling the shots ’cause you got a pretty face and fuckin’ alphatude? You think just because I let you have your way tonight, all the sudden you get to tell me what to do? Uh-uh, that doesn’t work for me and no, I’m not feelin’ you!”

  “It’s not what you’re gonna let me do, it’s what I’m gonna do—whether you like it or not.” He stood and strode toward her.

  “Um, no, I don’t think so, Trey. No man has ever told me what to do except my father, and I’m a grown woman now so not even he gets that privilege. I’ve been over twenty-one for a while now - no way am I gonna let some misogynistic biker tell me what I can and cannot do.” She folded her arms against her chest.

  He glared at her as they played their game of the wills. It would have been funny if he couldn’t see right through her. She was scared to death, and in no position to negotiate anything because she had everything to lose. He could walk away from her and never look back, but staring into her bluer-than-blue eyes, it would break her.

  Kyra loved her father and her brother but underneath her tough exterior, she didn’t trust men at all. They’d always let her down and there was absolutely no reason for her to take him at his word unless he proved to her he meant what he said.

  Trey couldn’t possibly do that with words but he could do it with actions.

  His hands grabbed her forearms and squeezed lightly as they faced off. “I get it, you’re scared. You think I’m just another prick who’ll turn your world upside down for a few weeks, fuck your brains out, and leave. It’s what men do to you because, deep down inside, you don’t want to let anyone in, and it’s killin’ you—not the fuckin’ men you use.”

  “You don’t know anything about me, Trey,” she whispered though her tone softened and her eyes lost most of their hostility.

  “I know what I see. And I also know what you see. I’m a big bad biker who’s never done nothin’ for no one. I swore allegiance to my brothers and fucked Cillian’s old lady, Brianna. She had my fuckin’ kid and I didn’t know anythin’ about that, not until he told me. He was scared I’d try to take her away from him but why would I when I got no fuckin’ right?”

  Kyra blinked several times. “Trey, when did this happen—when did you find out?”

  “Does it matter?” He let go of her and reached down to take her hands into his. “I couldn’t do that. I might not be the best person and I know I’ve done some bad shit over the years. Never said I was perfect and I never acted like I was. I loved Keri but that didn’t stop me from fuckin’ club skanks left and right. You ain’t got a reason to trust me but I’ll prove it to you, Kyra. Just give me a chance.”

  She slowly began to break down before his eyes as her hands gave his a slight squeeze. “One chance, Trey. Don’t break my heart and don’t fucking cheat on me. I know it’s not a simple request; I understand I’m asking the impossible but I have to be able to trust you. I’m not Gisela—I wouldn’t be able to forgive you for straying, not even once. I’m stubborn as hell and I know myself…when you break my trust, I can’t go back.”

  “Done,” he replied as he leaned closer to her. “I don’t need anyone else when I got you, babe. Don’t want no one else either. You’re it, you’re the one.”

  Kyra’s face looked up to him before she kissed him, soft and slow, her tongue working into his mouth with all the seduction and power only a woman could possess and he found himself responding. How could he not when she was so fucking perfect for him? He didn’t give a shit what they would go through to be together. It might not have been written in the motherfucking stars but they would carve their own destiny.

  Their lips separated reluctantly as he continued to look into her eyes. “I have a few ground rules of my own, sweet stuff. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me and don’t you ever keep anythin’ from me I need to know, you got that? I couldn’t give a fuck if it’s attorney-client privilege…if somethin’ happens and I shoulda known about it, I want you to tell me, is that clear?”

  A small smile played on her soft pink lips. “Fine…if I tell you then you have to keep it very close to the vest. I could lose my livelihood and, yeah, I know you could take care of me but that’s not the point. I don’t want you to have to.”

  “Understood.” He looked around her adequate bedroom…for a woman who lived alone. “One other thing. Cillian wants me to look at this place in his gated community—Serenity Village or some shit. Anyway, there’s a house on the market, and he wants me to buy it—you know, get outta my parents’ old house in Pine Bluff. Can you…”

  “Handle the purchase? Of course. I’ll oversee the paperwork and make sure everything is filled out according to specifications.”

  Trey kissed her lips again. “Nah, that’s not what I meant. I want you to take care of all that shit but then I w
ant you to move your ass in there with me. You can keep this place but I don’t want us livin’ separate lives. I want to wake up with you and go to bed with you, you feel me?”

  Kyra stared intently at him with bright blue eyes. “Not yet… but I’m beginning to.”

  Chapter Six

  Kyra

  There were times when I loved everything about Trey, and other times where I could have kicked him in the balls. I felt all of this and more, and we hadn’t been together for a full day yet.

  We’d gone from reluctant friends to full on lovers within the space of hours. And, like most bikers, he either wanted all or nothing. There would be no half measures with him. He wanted me to claim and own. It didn’t matter I’d been with my fair share of men and I wasn’t virtuous or a doormat.

  Trey seemed to like his women tough. The better we gave, the more we seemed to get from him.

  After our minor little spat, he laid me back in bed and made love to me like I’d never been serviced in my life. The pleasure was worth every minute I walked around later on in the office, my thighs and sex feeling bruised and battered but completely sated. I hadn’t been worked over by a man like that ever in my life and it was a feeling I could become used to really quickly.

  I sat at my desk in my office, completely satisfied and over the moon as Gisela walked in and sat across from me.

  Although still active, her bump was getting bigger with each passing day. She still looked gorgeous with her olive toned complexion, bright amber eyes, perfect Germanic bone structure and slim body, with the exception of her belly. She smiled while staring at me intently.

  “What’s going on with you? Something’s changed.”

  I grinned like a teenager. “Trey and I finally got together and it’s better than I could have ever imagined.”

  She nodded her head slowly, in that quiet, Teutonic contemplation mode she’d inherited from her mother. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters. You know how the Saints are and it’s not going to be a walk in the park, but Trey’s promised to become Vice President once Cillian takes over for Dizzy. It won’t be too much longer. The man can’t handle the stress—not with his heart.”