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  “I’ll come and get it tomorrow,” I promise her. “Give me your number so I can keep you updated. When it’s fixed, I’ll bring it to the bar, okay? No strings. No catch.”

  “Then why would you do it? Why would you help me if you don’t want something from me?”

  It’s obvious by the way she says ‘something’ that she means sex. And while I would give anything to fuck her, I’m not going to hold car repairs over her head just to get in her panties. Like I could fit even if I wanted to.

  “I’m just trying to be a decent human being for once,” I assure her. “Now, do you want a ride or not?”

  “Guess I don’t really have a choice,” she replies before rattling off her phone number that I quickly type into my phone. I’m about to ask her name when she starts to walk away. “Hold on. Let me get my purse and make a quick phone call.”

  She jogs down the hill to her car like she’s in a hurry to get away from me. Maybe she’s going to call a friend and tell them where her car is and give them the license plate on my bike as a precaution. I can’t fault her for that.

  Even in the dark of the night I can tell she’s a beautiful woman with sexy curves, the kind of body men would kill to see naked.

  Suddenly, I can’t help but wonder who she’s been fucking or sucking off in the Knights – the lucky bastard. These parties are always rowdy, so there’s a chance I may get to see for myself. And while I would rather be the man who gets to be with her, I may have to make do with just watching.

  Chapter Two

  Maeve

  The handsome biker mutters something I don’t catch when I end my phone call and make my way back up the hill. My hands are shaking with nervousness. What if I just made a huge mistake? It’s too late now. There’s no point in feeling guilty. I’m just doing what any other sister would do for her little brother. Right?

  “Did you hear me?” the man asks when I’m standing next to him again.

  “What?”

  “I said my name is Wirth.” He holds out his big hand for me to shake.

  As I take it, sliding my small palm into his, soaking up the warmth of his skin, I ask, “Worth as in ‘how much is my wrecked car worth?’”

  “Close but with an ‘I’ instead.”

  “Wirth.”

  “Yeah,” he replies. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

  Shaking the rest of my second thoughts away, I tell him, “Oh, right. I’m Maeve.”

  “Maeve,” he repeats, and I can see the white of his teeth in the dark when he grins. “Nice name.”

  “You could thank my father, but he’s dead.”

  “Sorry,” he replies.

  “It’s fine,” I tell him. It really is. I never loved my father or had an emotional attachment to him. He was just the man who gave me and Rian the basics in life, what we needed to survive.

  “So, what do you do at the Knights’ bar? You a waitress or something?” he asks as we walk back to his bike. He hands me his helmet from the seat.

  “No, I’m a club girl.”

  “Oh,” he mutters with a heavy exhale. “So, which of them are you fucking?”

  “Why do you care?” I ask as I lower the helmet over my face.

  “Just wondering who is going to be pissed if they see you on the back of my bike.”

  “Nobody will care.”

  “That’s what you think,” he grumbles as he throws a leg over his motorcycle seat.

  “They won’t. I’m just a piece of ass they all share.”

  “All of them?” he exclaims.

  “All of them,” I repeat as I climb up on the back of his bike and grab his waist that’s rock hard, not an inch of fat on it. “Sometimes all of them at the same time.”

  “Oh yeah?” I feel his breath hitch either in arousal or…jealousy. “All of them at the same time?”

  Wirth is even bigger up close like this, with his enormous wide shoulders and thick round biceps. And he smells comforting, like leather and…summer. Freshly mowed grass and sunshine. It’s an intoxicating combination. And a man as buff and sexy as him has surely had a few threesomes before even though he’s acting like having sex with multiple people at the same time is a crazy idea.

  “Well, they’ve all fucked me except for the prospect,” I tell him honestly. I thought I had prepared myself for what I would have to do to get close to the Knights, so I went right for Hunt, the president. I can’t say I expected him to insist on letting the other four guys have a turn the same night while he watched. It was an initiation, Hunt said; and unless one of the men claimed me, I would always be fair game for them all. Well, except for the prospect. “They let the prospect go down on me, get me good and ready for them, but he doesn’t get to come in one of their girls until he patches in.”

  Wirth is a motionless statue against the front of my body, not even breathing. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Has he labeled me a slut? A whore? I’ve certainly been called worse. Besides, it’s true.

  “And you like being with…all of them?” he finally asks.

  Isn’t that a loaded question? The answer is yes and no, but I can’t exactly go into the details with a stranger.

  “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?” I respond. The past few weeks have been a mixture of mostly pleasure, a little pain, and the total destruction of my dignity. But I’m doing what I have to do to help Rian. If that means a short time of discomfort now to ensure he lives a long life away from the violence, then it will be worth it. Besides, I lost my innocence a long time ago.

  Without another word, Wirth cranks his bike and takes off toward the Knights’ bar and clubhouse, thankfully ending our discussion.

  I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, but I would do them again in a heartbeat if it means getting me and Rian away from the Irish mafia once and for all. He’s the only real family I’ve ever had. I’ve protected him his entire life, and one way or another I will get him free of the claws of Cormac.

  As soon as we arrive at the Knights’ clubhouse, Wirth backs into a spot in the well-lit parking lot that’s lined up with bikes, twice as many as usual. I quickly climb off his bike and yank off his helmet, offering it to him as he remains seated.

  “Thanks for the ride, I guess.”

  “You guess?” He turns his face toward me after removing his goggles, then slides his fingers through his black hair to smooth it down the side part. And for the first time I get a good look at his face in the light. He’s…beautiful. With full, kissable lips, dark blue eyes, and just a thin black beard outlining his strong jawline, he takes my breath away.

  In another life, I wouldn’t mind letting him play the role of the white knight coming to my rescue.

  But in real life, I know such fantasies are absurd. The only person I can count on is myself. I need to be thinking about my plan for tonight. In an hour, Rian said I need to be as far away from this clubhouse as possible. No one will get hurt; he promised me. Cormac is just planning to send a message – a destructive one to warn the Knights away, send them back to Fayetteville where they came from. Rian and Cormac just thought it would be best if I’m not around in case the Knights try to shoot back when they find bullet holes in their treasured bikes.

  “I, ah, I need to get inside,” I say when I realize I’ve been standing here for too long staring at Wirth and wanting things I can’t have. I gave up on finding love and romance a long time ago.

  “Yeah, see ya,” he replies before I turn and reluctantly walk away from him.

  Chapter Three

  Wirth

  “Look what the cat finally dragged in,” Malcolm, the president of the Dirty Aces MC, says over the sound of a hard rock song playing from the speakers when I finally stroll into the dimly lit Knights’ bar after Maeve came inside, leaving me wanting more of her. No surprise, Malcolm’s girl Naomi is on his lap, Silas is making out in the corner with Cora, Devlin is cozying up with Jetta at the bar, and Nash and Lucy are nowhere to be seen. I suppose they are
probably still home fucking, or maybe even in the bar bathroom getting it on.

  “I’m here. Now how long do we have to stay?” I grumble when I pull out the empty chair at the square table. It doesn’t look like Naomi will need her own seat anytime soon.

  “How have you been, Wirth?” his girl asks sweetly.

  “Good. How about you?”

  “Same old,” she replies with a big smile. “Malcolm dragged me out of the house tonight and away from Honey. It’s a blessing to be away, but I also have a nagging ache to get back to her.”

  “Time away from the little one will do you good,” I reply. “So, what did I miss?” I ask Malcolm.

  “The Knights of Wrath are no more,” he says proudly, meaning they’ve already commenced with the patch over that will bring more money and more power to the Dirty Aces. I glance around the room and see several guys donning their brand-new leather cuts with the Ace of Spades skull patches and the same logo hanging from a banner behind the bar. Without a thought, my eyes are also searching for Maeve in the crowded room, although I’m not sure if I want to see some asshole’s hand on her ass or tongue down her throat. She’s an odd one. Beautiful but…stubborn and independent, which only makes her even sexier. In the parking lot, I finally got to see just how tight her black dress was over her curves, a pair of leather knee high boots making her legs look a mile long and hinting at the inch or so of bare skin peeking out from under her short ass hem.

  It’s fucked up that my first thought when she mentioned the gang bang by the Knights was that I bet she could take my big dick just fine. Not that I would ever be part of whatever it is that has them sharing women. That’s a fistfight waiting to happen, and she ain’t worth the trouble. Probably.

  “You all right, man? You look a little high-strung tonight,” Malcolm remarks.

  Leaning closer to him and Naomi, I say, “Did you know these guys pass the club girls around like a joint? They all hit some of their girls the same night!”

  “So?” Malcolm grunts. “You scandalized? Offended, even?”

  “So, that’s pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” I ask, looking to Naomi to back me up on this.

  “Not much different than taking turns with the same girl on different nights, is it?” Malcolm replies, referring to the women back home that used to go through the Aces like a revolving door.

  “Guess not.”

  “Hmm,” Naomi mutters while she glances around. “These younger guys are pretty hot. Much better looking than the old ass Knights.”

  “Watch it there, honey,” Malcolm says when he grips her jaw to turn her face back to him so he can kiss her lips forcefully. “You’ve got all the cock you can handle right fucking here.”

  A second later and he’s pulling Naomi around so that she’s straddling his lap.

  “Oh, Jesus Christ,” I grumble as I get to my feet to escape the couple. “I need a drink, and you two need a room!”

  At the bar, I wedge my hip into the overcrowded row and wave my hand to get the bartender’s attention, in desperate need of some alcohol.

  He nods in my direction and holds up a finger while filling up someone’s glass of beer. I pull out cash from my wallet while I wait, still looking around for Maeve, who I can’t seem to find. Where the fuck is she? Off screwing one of the newest Dirty Aces already?

  “What can I get you?” the bartender, an older man with greying hair and a beer gut, finally asks when he makes his way to my end of the bar.

  “Let me get a bottle of Crown Royal,” I tell him, slapping down two twenty-dollar bills.

  “A shot of Crown Royal?” he repeats over the noise of chatter and rock music.

  “A whole fucking bottle,” I tell him since it’s going to be a long night. By the looks of things, the original Aces will be too shitfaced or horny to leave here for home tonight, so I’m guessing we’ll be here until the sun comes up. Speaking of horny, I still haven’t seen Fiasco’s crazy ass…

  Finally, the bartender brings me what I want. He eyes the front patches on my cut and then pushes the cash back toward me. “Drinks are on the house tonight for the original Aces.”

  “Thanks,” I tell him, twisting off the top and saluting him with the bottle before I take my first burning sip. As the gold liquid slides down my throat, it leaves a path of fire in its wake that makes me curse. I’ve barely recovered when a hand lands on my shoulder. Turning toward the body, I find a golden-haired man with glassy eyes standing too close to me, already two sheets to the wind.

  “Wirth! Good to see you, buddy. Hate you missed seeing us get our cuts,” Hunt, the club’s new president, says. “At least you made it in time to celebrate.”

  “Yeah, man. Congrats and all that,” I tell him, clanking my bottle to his glass.

  “It’s been a long time coming. Glad we finally made it happen,” he says with a smile, still riding the high of him getting voted in as president after Bobby died. He wasn’t a man many will miss. “Make yourself at home and let me know if there’s anything I can get you. You and Fiasco get first dibs on our girls tonight. The rest of your guys passed, saying they brought their own.”

  “Thanks,” I reply before freezing when a sudden thought hits me. “Where the hell is Fiasco?”

  “Last I saw him, your boy was getting his dick sucked by Wanda in the alley while feeling up Crystal.”

  “Oh, well, good for him,” I say with a relieved sigh. At least he’s not off somewhere banging Maeve. At least not yet.

  “Don’t worry. There’s still plenty of pussy to go around,” Hunt tells me with another slap to my shoulder. “All of our old girls made the trip with us, and we’ve picked up a few new ones in town too.”

  “Is Maeve one of your new girls?” I blurt out the question, unable to resist. For some reason, I need to know more about her.

  “So, you’ve already met Maeve?” Hunt asks with a grin. “She’s something, isn’t she? That little nympho is down for anything you fucking want. You name it, she loves it.”

  My teeth grind together as he talks about her so familiarly when I’ve not even been able to lay a finger on her. Hell, I want to, but she made it pretty damn clear that the feeling wasn’t mutual. “Unlike you, I don’t like to share my women or watch her with other assholes,” I admit.

  Hunt chuckles and shakes his head. “I hear you loud and clear, buddy. It would be a shame to lose her, but say the word, and she’s all yours for as long as you want her.”

  What kind of asshole talks about women like this, as if she belongs to him and he has some kind of right to pimp her out? I find it hard to believe that the stubborn woman I met earlier tonight would put up with such a thing from anyone. So why in the world does she let these fuckers treat her this way? It doesn’t make sense. Something doesn’t add up with her.

  “Speak of the seductress,” Hunt says, and I follow his line of sight to the far end of the bar where Maeve is talking to one of the other women, her purse hiked up on her shoulder. Her lips are painted bright red now and her hair is pulled up off her neck, making her somehow look sexier. I try to read those lips of hers to figure out what she’s saying – something about needing to go to the store to get more condoms. Yeah, she definitely said condoms, but then I miss the rest of the conversation because I’m thinking about those red lips trying to stretch their way around my cock.

  The women are interrupted by a growl when a burly, tattooed man with a long beard comes up behind Maeve and mauls her. His teeth bite into the right side of her neck like some kind of animal while his greedy hands blatantly and possessively cup her tits from behind before sliding lower. When she jerks her head away to the left, it’s impossible for me to miss the wince on her face before she breaks his hold to turn to him, offering the man what I have no doubt is a fake as fuck smile. She says something to him, pointing her finger toward the door, but all I hear is his gruff response, “Upstairs, now!” He spins her in the direction toward the stairs and slaps her ass to get her moving. That’s when my feet
start heading in the exact same direction without a single command from my head to do so.

  “Wait a fucking second,” I say when I grab the dick’s meaty arm. Maeve’s got one foot on the first step of the wooden staircase when she pauses to look over her shoulder. Her eyes widen when she sees me.

  “Who the fuck are you?” the giant of a man asks, drawing my attention back to him. I may be a little over six feet tall, but this dude is at least six-six. If it comes to blows over Maeve, I’m not sure if I could take him, but that logic doesn’t seem to matter to me at the moment. All I know is that I can’t and won’t let him take her upstairs tonight.

  “Titus!” Hunt says in a warning tone when he comes up behind me. “This is Wirth from the original Dirty Aces. I think he’s seen something he wants, so you need to step aside.”

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding, prez!” the ogre grumbles loud enough that everyone’s conversations come to a halt. I can feel all their eyes on us, everyone watching and listening over the music blaring from the wall speakers.

  “There’s enough pussy to go around, big man,” Hunt assures him.

  “But Maeve gives the best head,” Titus whines like a toddler not getting his way.

  “She does, but she won’t be giving it to you tonight, buddy,” Hunt replies with a chuckle when he reaches up to grab the back of Titus’s thick neck to urge him toward the bar and away from the staircase. “You two have fun,” their president says to me as they walk away.

  When the two men are gone, everything begins to go back to normal with chatter and laughter filling the small space again.

  “What are you doing?” Maeve asks. Her bright green eyes are narrowed in annoyance when she tucks her arms under her tits like she’s exasperated with me.

  “Did you want to go upstairs with him?” I question her, already knowing the answer. At least I think I do.

  In response, Maeve looks away and lowers her arms, dropping some of her indignant act with them to clutch her purse strap instead. Finally, she shrugs and glances down at the delicate watch on her wrist. “I was about to run to the store to pick up a few things. Do you want to come with me?”