Devlin (Dirty Aces MC #2) - Lane Hart Page 0,1

I’m a daddy like Fiasco and Malcolm, paying a woman I don’t know child support for a kid she won’t let me see for eighteen years. Not that Malcolm’s story went that way, but it easily could have if he hadn’t fixed shit with Naomi, his baby mama, now his fiancée.

Nope. Not me. I’m smarter than all that and have never been one of those guys looking to score with as many women as possible in this lifetime.

Maybe it’s time for me to set some priorities, you know, like finding a nice girl who enjoys the same things I do, so that in the future I won’t have to come to concerts alone.

Somewhere out there in the world there’s a woman who wants more than an unforgettable night in the sheets with a certified sex stud. She, of course, enjoys a good fucking on the regular but could also see herself eventually marrying me, moving in together, and having a family, all in that particular order.

So far, though, I haven’t been more than a good time in the sheets before chicks move on to someone else. I’m just a fun time fuck boy. A good lay. Women use me for my body. And while it’s been a great run, I’m certain that there has to be more out there than one-night stands.

Jetta James

It is hotter than hell out here this Sunday, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Being at the Cape Fear fair grounds in Wilmington at Rockfest, listening to some of the biggest bands of all time, is the best. And while it sucks that I had to come as the third wheel with my best friend Carla and her boyfriend, at least I’m finally here, getting ready to see one of the most legendary bands of all time. Not to mention that Rob Lawrence, the lead singer of Wasteland Authority, is so freaking hot with his long hair, hard body, and beautiful tats.

But since Mitch, Carla’s boyfriend, didn’t want to end up in a mosh pit, and none of us had the cash to go VIP, we’re way back on the lawn, sitting on a blanket. I guess I’ll just have to watch Rob on the giant screens on either side of the stage.

“I’m going to grab a drink before Wasteland Authority hits the stage!” I tell Carla as the last band finishes playing. I get to my feet and brush the dirt off the back of my purple and black floral tube top dress I’m sporting without a bra because the girls need air. “You two want anything while I’m there?”

“No thanks,” she replies with a smile as she snuggles with her man even though it feels like it’s about a hundred and fifty degrees out here.

“Suit yourselves,” I tell them before I hurry through the maze of people making out on blankets to reach the concession stands on the far side of the grassy field.

All the happy couples make me start to miss Oscar before I remember what a low-life mooch he really was. Sure, he was oh-so-sweet to me for the first few weeks. And when he lost his job as a security guard and needed a place to crash, I offered to let him move in with me, thinking it would be temporary. A year later, he was still unemployed, not even attempting to try to find a job, and hadn’t paid a dime for groceries the entire time, not to mention help me out with the rent or utilities. I asked him to move out, and he wouldn’t budge from the sofa where he played video games non-stop between naps. That’s when I convinced my landlord to transfer my lease to him when it ran out, tricked Oscar into signing the paperwork without him taking his eyes off the television screen, packed up my shit, and left Charlotte to come back home to Carolina Beach.

Thankfully, my brother Sean is letting me crash with him until I find another place of my own, but in the meantime, I am planning to pay him rent and utilities and buy all of our groceries as soon as I find a job. It’s the least I can do for barging in on his life on such short notice. Our parents divorced when we were teenagers; and ever since they split, we haven’t seen or heard much from either of them.

For the past few weeks that I’ve been back home, I’ve dated a few guys because