Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,2

set up shop in Wilmington to help out with our speed and gambling enterprises there. We didn’t think they would actually take us up on the offer; but apparently, they all wanted a fresh start in a new city. Which leads us to the patching over tonight.

The sun set hours ago, but that’s fine with me. I enjoy riding west through the cool summer nights on my new Yamaha without the sun blinding me. The pavement below my tires and the trees on either side of the highway are nothing but inky blurs as I open the throttle as far as it will go until I have to slow up to take my exit.

It’s there at the top of the dark ramp that I see a car pulled over onto the grass – a little white car that glows under the light of the moon. It only takes a second to determine it’s a Honda Accord.

My first thought is that, if it’s still there tomorrow, I’ll send our tow truck out to haul it back. Honda parts are a big seller and one of the easiest cars to move through the chop shop.

Then, thanks to my headlight, I spot movement along the passenger side – the top of a golden head before it disappears out of sight.

Curious, I ride off the shoulder and circle around in the grass. My headlight then lands on a blonde woman in a black dress kneeling beside the back tire. She turns her pretty young face to squint at me for only a second before she goes back to work, tugging roughly on the lug wrench.

I’m sure there are plenty who can do the same out in the world; but in all my life, I’ve never actually witnessed a woman on her knees with a tool in her hand trying to change her own tire. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

Do they make female mechanic porn? If so, then I’ve been missing out, because nothing is as sexy as the sight before me even if she’s totally fucking clueless.

I put the kickstand down on my bike and turn off the engine. Before I can even get my helmet off, she mutters without turning around, “I’ve got it! I don’t need any help!”

Huh.

“You sure about that, doll?” I call back as I swing my leg over to stand up. I place my helmet on the seat and then walk over to her, pulling out my phone as I go to light her up again. I consider taking a picture but first things first. “You jack that wheel up right there and your car’s going to roll right down the hill.”

“The parking brake is on.”

I make a quick assessment to ensure none of her body parts are behind the wheel before letting her proceed to jack the car up, mostly because the sight is making me hard but mostly because I’m realizing she’s not going to toss the tools down and just let me do it for her.

It starts slow, just a few inches before the car really starts moving.

“Shit!” the woman exclaims as she jumps up. She starts toward the trunk like she’s going to stop the momentum of three thousand pounds of steel rolling downhill.

I do act now, snatching her with my arm around her waist and holding her backside to the front of my body as the car begins to pick up speed.

“What are you doing? Put me down!” she exclaims as she starts to kick and squirm, drowning me in her strawberry and vanilla scented hair. Her car really picks up momentum as it rolls down the hill, the flat tire she had been loosening flying off just before the little Honda slams into a row of trees.

“Congratulations, doll,” I say next to her ear. “You found the only hill on the east coast, the worst place to stop and change a tire.”

The fight goes out of her body, but her words are still sharp. “I could’ve stopped it if you had let me!”

“I’m sure that when the tires ran your body over it would’ve slowed down significantly, but it still would’ve ultimately ended up in the trees.”

“You’re an asshole!” She pushes at my arm around her waist, so I let her go. It’s not easy to restrain her with my brick of a phone still in my hand.

“I’m trying to help you and probably just saved your life!”

Spinning around, she yells, “You could’ve just told me!”

“Like you would’ve listened, Miss