Wirth (Dirty Aces MC Book 5), Lane Hart [best ebook reader ubuntu .txt] 📗

ever felt to anyone during sex, like it’s not just about him trying to get off in a hurry, but he’s making sure it’s good for me too. Not to mention that if we go any faster, he could possibly tear me apart now that he’s rock hard again.

Chapter Six

Wirth

“That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s so…fucking…good,” I tell Maeve through my clenched jaw, letting her control the speed and depth as we fuck. It’s all I can do to keep myself in control and not throw her down on her back to pound into her tight pussy like a jackhammer.

I have to admit that slow is good too, building the pleasure gradually until it feels like I’m going to burst if I don’t come.

With one fist in the back of Maeve’s hair and the other squeezing her ass, I press her down on me hard, hoping she’s close.

Finally, when I think I won’t last a second longer, Maeve throws her head back. Digging her fingernails into my shoulders, her lips part and she gasps what sounds like my name. She bounces a little faster, those beautiful tits jiggling in my face, right before her pussy starts clenching, pulsing around my shaft. She’s so fucking sexy and having her orgasm on me feels like heaven. Finally, I let go of the tightly wound tension in my body, giving myself over to the ecstasy.

We’re both still lost to the shuddering waves of pleasure when I hear a phone chiming off in the distance.

As our bodies begin to relax, Maeve collapses against me, and the noise gradually becomes louder and more frequent, ruining the most incredible sex of my life.

Maeve presses a kiss to my cheek and says, “You should probably answer that.”

“That’s me?” I ask since it hadn’t even registered as my ringtone yet. And I can’t say I even care who is calling when my deflating cock is still buried inside of its new favorite place in the world. I’m so big that I won’t ever slip out. No, I’ll stay right here until Maeve dismounts from me.

She doesn’t yet, not even when she reaches down to dig into my jean pocket to pull the device free. Offering it to me, she finally, sadly, pulls my cock free so she can stand up.

I start to beg her to come back when I see the lit-up screen of my phone. “Huh,” I mutter, finding I missed five calls from Nash. The only time Nash ever reaches out to me is if Malcolm’s called a meeting. Since I just saw Malcolm banging his woman, I’m thinking a meeting is the last thing on his mind right now.

Nash calls again before I can listen to the multiple voicemails he also left.

“Yeah?” I answer, my voice still sounding lazy and sex drunk.

“Oh, thank fuck!” Nash exclaims in my ear. “Where have you been? I thought you were dead!”

“Dead?” I repeat in confusion.

“Some assholes just shot up the goddamn bar! Fiasco and Malcolm were hit, along with Hunt.”

“What the fuck?” I shout in disbelief. “Someone shot up the bar!” I tell Maeve, who has her back to me as she slips her dress back on. Her shoulders stiffen before she looks over one and asks, “How bad is it?” which is my very next question for Nash.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad, worse for Fiasco, who took two bullets. But if we can find someone who knows how to remove the lead and sew them up, hopefully they’ll live.”

Hopefully? Did he just say, ‘hopefully they’ll live?’

“I’m on my way,” I tell him in a rush.

“Wait! We need a vehicle, something to haul all three in, and fast before the cops show up!” he says. “Neighbors had to have heard the gunfire and called the police by now.”

Why the fuck didn’t I hear it? Oh, right, the sounds Maeve and I made were so loud and all-consuming that I doubt I would’ve heard an atomic bomb go off next door.

“On it,” I promise him before ending the call. I learned how to hotwire a car before I could legally drive one. “We need a truck, big SUV, or a van,” I tell Maeve as I put my pants on in record time. “Know of any in the area?”

“Ah, yeah,” Maeve says. “There are usually a few of those in the apartment complex across the street.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

She nods but doesn’t say anything as I rush out the door and immediately start searching for a big vehicle. We’re definitely in luck when I spot a big, red suburban across the street, exactly where Maeve mentioned one may be.

I jog over with her following behind me. And of course, the doors are locked.

“Shit!” I whisper. “I’ve got some electronics at the shop that could have this beast opened in no time. Unfortunately, we’re going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. Maeve, stand by the back doors and keep watch while I work.”

“What do you have to do exactly?” Maeve whispers, looking around nervously.

“I’m going to have to break the window, pop the hood, rip out the wiring to the horn to silence the alarm, then smash open the steering column and hotwire this thing.”

“How long will that take?” Maeve asks.

I reply by drawing the long knife at my hip, then using it to shatter the driver’s side window. The tinkling of glass as I clear the frame of the remnants of the window is drowned out by the honking of the horn as the alarm blares to life. I quickly reach in to unlock the door, pop the hood open, and then use my knife to sever the wiring to the horn.

“Anybody looking our way?” I ask as I slam the hood, then climb into the driver seat and begin working on the steering column.

“I don’t see anybody…” Maeve begins, her face illuminated by the lights which are still flashing on the Suburban. “Shit!” she suddenly interjects as she runs around the truck, jumping into the passenger side.