Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,6
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