Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,7
with other assholes,” I admit.
Hunt chuckles and shakes his head. “I hear you loud and clear, buddy. It would be a shame to lose her, but say the word, and she’s all yours for as long as you want her.”
What kind of asshole talks about women like this, as if she belongs to him and he has some kind of right to pimp her out? I find it hard to believe that the stubborn woman I met earlier tonight would put up with such a thing from anyone. So why in the world does she let these fuckers treat her this way? It doesn’t make sense. Something doesn’t add up with her.
“Speak of the seductress,” Hunt says, and I follow his line of sight to the far end of the bar where Maeve is talking to one of the other women, her purse hiked up on her shoulder. Her lips are painted bright red now and her hair is pulled up off her neck, making her somehow look sexier. I try to read those lips of hers to figure out what she’s saying – something about needing to go to the store to get more condoms. Yeah, she definitely said condoms, but then I miss the rest of the conversation because I’m thinking about those red lips trying to stretch their way around my cock.
The women are interrupted by a growl when a burly, tattooed man with a long beard comes up behind Maeve and mauls her. His teeth bite into the right side of her neck like some kind of animal while his greedy hands blatantly and possessively cup her tits from behind before sliding lower. When she jerks her head away to the left, it’s impossible for me to miss the wince on her face before she breaks his hold to turn to him, offering the man what I have no doubt is a fake as fuck smile. She says something to him, pointing her finger toward the door, but all I hear is his gruff response, “Upstairs, now!” He spins her in the direction toward the stairs and slaps her ass to get her moving. That’s when my feet start heading in the exact same direction without a single command from my head to do so.
“Wait a fucking second,” I say when I grab the dick’s meaty arm. Maeve’s got one foot on the first step of the wooden staircase when she pauses to look over her shoulder. Her eyes widen when she sees me.
“Who the fuck are you?” the giant of a man asks, drawing my attention back to him. I may be a little over six feet tall, but this dude is at least six-six. If it comes to blows over Maeve, I’m not sure if I could take him, but that logic doesn’t seem to matter to me at the moment. All I know is that I can’t and won’t let him take her upstairs tonight.
“Titus!” Hunt says in a warning tone when he comes up behind me. “This is Wirth from the original Dirty Aces. I think he’s seen something he wants, so you need to step aside.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding, prez!” the ogre grumbles loud enough that everyone’s conversations come to a halt. I can feel all their eyes on us, everyone watching and listening over the music blaring from the wall speakers.
“There’s enough pussy to go around, big man,” Hunt assures him.
“But Maeve gives the best head,” Titus whines like a toddler not getting his way.
“She does, but she won’t be giving it to you tonight, buddy,” Hunt replies with a chuckle when he reaches up to grab the back of Titus’s thick neck to urge him toward the bar and away from the staircase. “You two have fun,” their president says to me as they walk away.
When the two men are gone, everything begins to go back to normal with chatter and laughter filling the small space again.
“What are you doing?” Maeve asks. Her bright green eyes are narrowed in annoyance when she tucks her arms under her tits like she’s exasperated with me.
“Did you want to go upstairs with him?” I question her, already knowing the answer. At least I think I do.
In response, Maeve looks away and lowers her arms, dropping some of her indignant act with them to clutch her purse strap instead. Finally, she shrugs and glances down at the delicate watch on her wrist. “I was about to run to the store to