Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,27

exact opposite.

The hot, liquid pleasurable weight inside of my lower belly builds and builds until it bursts, making me tremble all over. It feels like I’m soaring and falling at the exact same time.

Wirth’s arms wrap tightly around me to catch me, pinning me to the mattress with his weight as he growls out a curse next to my ear and his heavy body shudders against mine.

I love having him draped on top of me like an enormous, protective blanket. My fingernails trail up and down his back as we both catch our breath and the sweat on our skin begins to cool.

“Jesus,” Wirth whispers, his lips pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I thought I might have hurt you, but I think you killed me.”

I laugh at his comment which makes my pussy squeeze around his shaft that’s still inside of me, causing him to groan deep in his throat and shiver. Wirth isn’t like other men after sex. He has to make an effort to pull out since he won’t just slide free. He could stay inside of me all night if he wanted, and I don’t think I would mind.

“This condom needs to go before it explodes,” Wirth says when he starts to move off of me.

I grab his shoulders to stop him, worried he’ll leave as soon as he stands up.

“Can you stay the night?” I ask him because I don’t want to be alone. Talking to Rian earlier, bringing up the past that I’ve tried so hard to forget, makes me wish there was someone to hold me for a little while.

“Yeah, doll, I can stay,” Wirth replies. Maybe I’m imagining it, but it sounds like he’s hesitant.

“You don’t have to…” I say since I want him to want to stay, not to do it out of some obligation he feels after sex.

“I want to,” he replies, sitting back on his knees so I can see his face. And I think he’s telling the truth.

“Good. I can make you breakfast in the morning,” I offer.

“There’s only one thing I want to eat for breakfast,” he jokes with a grin as he swipes one long finger from my belly button down to my folds, making me squirm.

“That’s fine too,” I agree with a smile.

Wirth rolls out of bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom and then strolls back into the bedroom confidently, like he could walk around naked all the time and not have any self-consciousness. And why should he when he looks that good?

Thankfully, he climbs into bed without putting his clothes back on and lays his arm across the pillow, inviting me over. I go, cuddling up to his chest, happy to be in his arms and out of my shitty memories even if it’s only for tonight.

“I’m really glad you came over,” I tell him as I let my fingertips trail over his chest.

“What had you upset?” Wirth asks as he holds me against his body.

“Just the past…my brother. He reminds me of our father, and that’s not a good thing.”

Wirth’s big, muscular body goes still. He doesn’t even breathe before he asks, “Your brother?”

“Yeah,” I agree, and then my head lowers when he sighs heavily. “But enough about me. Tell me something about you.”

“Not much to tell,” he grumbles. “I grew up poor, started stealing cars before I could drive them. Now I run the shop.”

“Auto repair shop?” I ask.

“Not exactly,” he responds. “I can fix cars, but mostly I just take them apart and sell the pieces. Chop shops have more risks, but also more rewards than a regular repair business.”

“Oh, so you steal cars?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Wirth mutters. “The only victim is the insurance companies since they cover the loss.”

“What if someone can’t afford car insurance?” I lift my head to ask him.

“Trust me – the kind of nice, expensive cars we deal with – if they can afford a fifty-thousand-dollar car, then they have insurance or they stole it first,” he says, making me smile and shake my head before I lay it back down on his chest.

“And here I was thinking you were a good guy.”

“Never claimed to be good,” he says. “I just told you I would fix your car and not ask anything in return.”

“Yet here we are in my bed,” I point out.

“You called me, remember?” he chuckles. “And the first night, well, I just didn’t want you to go upstairs with that giant. He looked like he could