Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,3
I’ve Got It and Don’t Need Any Help.” I shine my phone on her to get a better look at her face but only get a glimpse for a second before she covers it with her palms.
“Sorry.” The word is muffled like she hates saying it. “I’m running late and was just in a hurry. Now I’m fucked.”
“You’re not fucked,” I assure her. “I can give you a ride wherever you need to go tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll have a tow truck take your car to my shop and fix it up for you.”
“Really?” she says, her voice full of disbelief when she finally lowers her hands.
“Yeah, really.”
“What’s the catch?”
“The catch?” I repeat in confusion. “There’s no catch.”
“Yeah, right. There’s always a catch when it comes to men like you,” she says as she stabs her fingers through the front of her silky straight locks to push it out of her face.
“Men like me?” I echo.
“You’re big and buff with the fast bike and patches. I know what those mean. You’re all the same.”
“You know a lot of bikers?” I say in surprise as a sudden stab of jealousy gets me in the gut. Why do I care what kind of men she runs with? We just fucking met. Still, I don’t like it.
“Yeah, I do. In fact, they’re going to be pissed that I’m running so late. Their dicks won’t suck themselves.”
“Wait,” I say, holding up my palm because I don’t want to imagine her on her knees for some other man. I prefer the image of her on her knees trying to change a tire or her on her knees for me. That fantasy is completely ruined if she gets passed around like a bong that everyone gets to hit. “Don’t tell me you’re going to the Knights of Wrath patch-over party too.”
“Oh. Um, so you know the Knights?” she asks, all stubbornness gone. Now she sounds…nervous, scared even.
“Yeah, I know them. They’re about to become the Dirty Aces MC tonight.”
“They’re patching over?” she says in surprise.
“That’s right.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
She bites down on her bottom lip in thought, making me think of dirty things before she mutters, “I just thought it was a regular party. Patching over means…does that mean more protection?”
“Something like that,” I agree with a sigh. “At least we’re going to the same place. Makes it easy for me to give you a ride.”
She casts a longing look at her car that’s half in the forest, half in the grass.
“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