Naked Dirty Love (12 page)

“It’s not that simple anymore. With the Feds closing in on us, we have no choice,” Trey said in a dead voice, belying all emotion.

All the sudden, everything clicked into place for me. My father had expressed on odd occasions how the Saints would be a much different club with Killer at the helm and now, I began to understand what he meant.

“Are you talking about human trafficking?” I wondered aloud before I could stop the words from leaving my mouth.

Cillian’s cold blue eyes barely acknowledged my presence. “You’re here as one of the club’s legal advisors,
Miss
Hughes, and nothing else. If any of what you have heard today leaves this room, I will do everything in my power to see you’re disbarred. You work for us,
not
the other way around. And because you get paid handsomely for quelling your ‘bleeding heart’ conscience, don’t presume to tell me about the degrees of criminality and moral logistics of it.”

I slammed my hands on the dark oak table. “Use all the different colloquialisms you want, Cillian, but it all boils down to human trafficking. We are talking about the wholesale of women into slavery!”

“Yeah, babe, we are.” Trey walked over to me and held my hands in his own. “What? Do you think running guns are any better? People die because we allow illegal weapons to flood the streets. Drugs? They murder people everyday. What makes human trafficking any worse? You think it’s only poor white girls who are enslaved? There are literally
millions
of people—children included—in forced servitude right now but unless they have doe eyes and white skin, no one gives a fuck. So take that fuckin’ high horse of yours and stow it right the fuck now. They’re a commodity, and a damn good source to make money like
anything
else illegal we’ve done.”

I shook my head. “As your legal counsel, I have to advise you against doing this for so many reasons. Cillian, you have a daughter, how could you even consider doin’ this? Do you know the kind of heat this would bring if everything goes to hell in a hand basket? You’re talking about the involvement of the CIA, Interpol and ICE—Immigration and Customs Enforcement.”

“With all due respect, Kyra, it’s out of line for us to intervene in club business,” Gisela responded in a calm voice. “It’s their club, and they make the rules, remember?”

“Is that all you have to add to this conversation?” I smirked. “Of course you’re going to go along with this hackneyed scheme—it was
your
fiancé who thought of it in the first place.”

My best friend flushed, her cheeks turning pink. “No, I don’t agree with what Cillian wants to do, but it’s not my place to disagree
either
. That’s saved for chapel and his brothers to squabble over. My father employs women for the enjoyment of men—I’m
hardly
in a position to argue the morality over the issue.”

“With all due respect, your father
pays
his women! They aren’t sex slaves, Gisela.”

“Semantics aside, selling pussy is selling pussy.” Trey leveled cold hazel-green eyes at me. “You’ve just lost this argument, Kyra. Give it up.”

I wanted to shut the fuck up and walk away but that wasn’t an option. Talking about this subject in particular was taking me down a road I had no inclination to dig deeper into.

None of these men were good or nice or worked on the right side of the law and I knew how much of a hypocrite I sounded like. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t even care about human trafficking—not really. I knew it sounded cold and callous but I’d grown up around violence my whole life and I knew what men were capable of doing.

My fear came from Trey being involved but it wasn’t my call to make. Hell, this wasn’t my club either but if we continued down the road we’d chosen to take, it would be soon. No woman could be loyal to two different clubs and if my father didn’t force my hand, Trey would.

I couldn’t win for losing.

I breathed deeply and reeled my Welsh temper the fuck in. I didn’t have any other choice.

My eyes stared from Trey to Cillian before I looked down at the table. “Gentlemen, I don’t know what came over me. My business associate is correct - we’re not here to judge, only to act as counsel. Whatever decisions you make in regards to your club is only our business once the law discovers what sort of…machinations you’re involved with. For your sake—and ours—I truly hope they don’t find out about this. If you’ll excuse me, I will be heading back to the office. Gisela, can you finish up here and keep me abreast of the situation?”

She nodded her head. “Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

My neutral expression dropped the moment I stood, turned around and left the chapel, closing the doors behind me.

Tears threatened to spill, but I’d would be damned if I would allow anyone to see me cry. I walked to my vehicle, a red late-model Range Rover, and leaned against the front door before I began to sob quietly.

I never thought I’d ever be able to change Trey and, even if I could, I didn’t want to, but everything became so overwhelming. I felt too much for him; loved too deeply for him. He could break my heart like snapping a fucking a twig off a tree.

The feeling of abandonment swelled in my chest until my heart physically ached and it was hard to breathe. My whole body twisted from within, turned inside out until I was raw with emotion. I wasn’t strong enough for this, and I wouldn’t do this to myself, not when I didn’t know how he felt about me.

A gentle hand clutched my shoulder and squeezed before I turned around and collapsed in his warm embrace. I continued to sob but he didn’t need to know why. Let him think I was crying about impoverished women who’d be forced into servitude, whether the Saints decided to dabble in human trafficking or not. Hell, let him think it was my time of the month or I was just being hormonal. Anything but the real reason why I was crying like a baby—over him and whether the possibility of us working out as a couple existed at all.

“Babe, I know this is tough for you,” Trey murmured and pulled me closer. “This isn’t a picnic for me either. You think I enjoy deceivin’ my brothers about what’s goin’ on? I fuckin’ hate it ’cause all this shit could come back to bite me on the ass. I gotta know you’re the one person standin’ in my corner when everything goes down. Please don’t tell me I’m alone in this.”

I pulled away and looked into his gorgeous eyes. “No, I would never abandon you. You’re not an assignment or someone I have to deliver to
her
, Trey. Do you think I want anything to happen to you? I don’t want to have to worry about you the way Gisela did when she was goin’ through Cillian’s trial. I could handle it, it’s my job, but God knows I don’t want that to be me anymore than I want the person I’m defending to be you. Don’t you get it?”

“Yeah, I do. You gotta know I’m gonna stick by my brothers though. They go down—we
all
go down. I don’t want any of this more than you do but when you have a FUBAR situation like we’re facin’, what choice do I have? Huh? You tell me.”

I shook my head and wiped my tears away savagely. “I can’t tell you what to do, Trey. You already know that.”

“Let me take you home and help make you feel better, all right? We leave in about four hours. I know it’s not everything but you’re comin’ with us—so is Gisela. We already talked about it and if the situation goes to shit, we’ll need ya there to handle the situation, you got that?”

I nodded before I glanced into his eyes. “Take me home, sweetie.”

He smiled before he kissed my forehead. “You got it, babe.”

W
e didn’t have much time but that is exactly why everything felt right.

The moment Trey got me back to his place—it was closer—he walked me backward through the hallway as we kissed passionately. I couldn’t get enough of him no matter how hard I tried. Slowly, his lips started kissing my jaw and further down my neck as he removed the suit coat I wore and tore my blouse open, revealing a ruby-red lace bra.

He stepped back, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. “This better be part of a set.”

I couldn’t help my laugh. “Yes, it is. But you’ll have to discover what kind of undergarment this matches for yourself.”

“Come on.” He grabbed my hands and walked me to the master bedroom.

Like the rest of the house, the room was neat and clean but the moment I saw the bed, I hesitated. “That’s not…”

“My parents’ bed? Hell no. I took over their bedroom but donated the furniture to Goodwill. I bought new stuff.”

“Why do you want to move to Serenity Village? This house is absolutely gorgeous, sweetie. It’s the perfect place to have a family.” I looked around at his tasteful décor and realized there was so much more to the man than a biker with an attitude.

He kissed my shoulder lightly. “Too many memories…even if most of them are a lie.”

I shed the leather cut from his body, followed by a flannel shirt before he stopped me from removing anything else. “What’s the matter?”

“You’ll have plenty of time in the future to do what you want to me but right now…this is about you.” Trey’s arms wrapped around my waist possessively and pulled me closer to him. “We don’t have a lot of time. I enjoyed you last night but it wasn’t enough. I’m takin’ what I can get and what I want right now is you.”

The warmth of his touch against me stilled my breath as I slid my arms around his neck and surrendered when he claimed my mouth again. Our tongues, locked together in a slow burn, coupled with his fingers running up and down my back, drove me further over the edge.

He unzipped my skirt and the soft fabric fell to the floor. As I backed toward the bed, our kisses grew urgent and hungrier by the second. I needed him to take me as the heat that surged between my legs spread into an all-encompassing fire that warmed my belly and had me panting into Trey’s mouth.

My lover sat me down on the bed and I lay back as he grabbed my lace hipsters and slid them down my legs before spreading my thighs wide apart. His kisses started on my stomach, leading up towards my breasts. I tried to breathe but just looking at his lips, inching my lace bra down before he licked my pebbled nipples drove me crazy. One of my areolas disappeared into his mouth as he tweaked my other nipple with his fingers, his teeth biting down on my other nipple.

I lifted myself off the bed just enough for Trey to shed the lace bra from my body before his talented mouth captured my other nipple and played with the one his mouth abandoned with his fingers. I moaned loudly and couldn’t believe how much he knew my body, how easy it was for him to stroke me in all the right places.

Trey’s kisses led down past my ribcage, his tongue sensually licking my skin. He bit the flesh on my stomach, and I laughed before his tongue snaked into my belly button. I shivered as his fingers parted my sex, his mouth suckling on my clit before he licked the nub over and over again.

“Oh, God.” I threw my head back and arched my back as two of his fingers plunged deeply inside of me.

The rough padding of his fingers were soon coated with my juices as he moved in and out of me, caressing my G-spot every time his fingers hit the hilt inside of me.

“You like that, babe? I’m gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard,” Trey whispered before sucking on my clit in between vigorous licks that brought me closer to a monstrous orgasm.