Dirty Aces MC: Box Set #1

by Hart, Lane

  “Ah, well, yeah, I guess I am a fan of bikes,” she says, licking her lips like she’s tasting me on them. “Could you maybe give me a ride to work?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I agree in a rush before she changes her mind. “I didn’t see your car in the lot. Is it at the shop or something?”

  “Yeah, ah, it’s in the shop,” she says quickly. “Let me just grab my purse, and I’ll be ready to go.”

  “Cool,” I say, and then I wait on the balcony for her to return with her things. While she locks the door, I tell her, “I could pick you up after work too if your car’s not ready.”

  “Thanks. That would be great actually,” Jetta says when she turns back around to face me and hikes her canvas tote higher on her shoulder. “I get off at six.”

  “Then it’s a date,” I reply before we start down the steps side by side.

  “Not a date. Just a ride,” Jetta corrects.

  “Semantics,” I mutter with a wave of the envelope. Having Sean’s debt paid and her asking me for a favor is definitely progress.

  It’s only a matter of time before she invites me inside where we go at it like horn-dogs again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jetta

  * * *

  Devlin is surprisingly reliable.

  For the next few days, he takes me to work in the morning and picks me up in the afternoon, always on time, never late.

  Throughout the day, he texts me several times to confirm my schedule even though it never changes. And of course, he also shows up early each morning and hints at coming into the apartment, but I always decline because being alone with him is a terrible idea.

  I’m not strong enough to keep refusing his advances, especially after he kisses me. So I’ve made sure to not give him any more opportunities. This morning, I was waiting in the parking lot when he pulled up, and then in the afternoons I have the perfect excuse that Sean’s home so Devlin can’t come up with me or it would cause World War III.

  “So, thanks for giving me a ride again today,” I tell Devlin after I climb off his bike back at the apartment.

  He kills the engine and removes his helmet, like usual, probably to ask if I want company since Sean’s truck is not in the lot. Instead, tonight he says, “Not that I mind being your chauffeur or anything, but how much longer do you think your car is going to be in the shop?”

  “Ah, no idea. Probably not much longer,” I lie.

  The truth is, I left my car in the shop of a used car dealer last week…when I sold it to them to pay off Sean’s debt to the Dirty Aces.

  “Do they have any idea what’s wrong with it?” Dev asks as he casually straddles his bike with the wind blowing his black locks around, making him look like a Hollywood actor in an action film or a model for some expensive cologne brand. “Whatever is wrong should’ve been fixed by now if they know what the fuck they’re doing,” he adds, running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face. “If you want, one of my MC brothers owns a chop shop — I mean a, um, a mechanic shop. I could get him to check it out for you.”

  “No thanks,” I say when I pull my phone out of my tote while trying to figure out how to get out of this lie. “You know what? I just got a text from the mechanic who said it’s ready. I’ll have Sean drop me off in the morning when he leaves for work, so you’re off the hook.”

  “What if I don’t want to be off the hook?” he asks with a grin.

  “Too bad. I’ve used up all of my favors with you.”

  “I could give you a few more favors,” he says suggestively.

  “Bye, Devlin. Be careful on that deathtrap,” I tell him.

  “Says the woman who loves riding on said deathtrap,” he mutters.

  “How do you know I love it?” I ask him curiously.

  “Because from the very first day you climbed up on it without hesitation. Most girls treat my bike like a blood thirsty shark that’s going to bite them or kill them. You don’t.”

  “I don’t?”

  “Nope. You don’t hold on to me like you’re terrified I’ll wreck or throw you off. So, either you enjoy riding on the back, or you must really trust me.”

  “It’s definitely the bike,” I say before I turn to walk away. I still don’t trust him completely. Not that Devlin’s ever given me a reason not to trust him, unlike my lying brother…

  Devlin

  * * *

  Jetta’s lying to me. I don’t know how I know it; I just do.

  It’s my own damn fault. I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, asking her about her car. For whatever reason, the question caused her to make up the lie that her car is ready and that she’s going to get it tomorrow.

  We’ll see about that.

  I show up to her apartment bright and early in the morning to see how she gets to work, certain that it won’t be with Sean.

  And I was right.

  Jetta comes out around nine with her purse on her shoulder wearing sneakers. Then, she starts walking in the direction of the water park.

  I climb off my bike I parked between two big SUVs on the other side of the lot to follow her on foot.

  Once I’m certain that she’s not walking to any mechanic shop but to the park, I jog to catch up to her.

  “Why are you walking to work?” I ask, coming to a stop next to her.

  “Jesus freaking Christ, Devlin!” Jetta exclaims, clutching her chest and the purse on her shoulder like I just scared the shit out of her.

  “Sorry for startling you, but you lied to me,” I remark as I catch up to her when she starts walking off.

  “Lied?” she repeats like she has no idea what I’m talking about.

  “I thought Sean was going to take you to get your car this morning.”

  “Something came up,” she says. “I’m going to get my car after work.”

  “Most mechanic shops close around five, so that will probably be tough to do if you don’t get off work until six.”

  “I’m getting off early,” she grits out through clenched teeth. “Don’t you have to get to work this morning or need to go beat up some people?”

  “Not until you tell me the truth.”

  “Fine,” she huffs. Coming to a stop on the sidewalk, Jetta turns to face me with her fists clenched by her side. “I sold my car.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Why do you think?” she shouts as if it’s my fault…

  “To pay off Sean’s debt,” I mutter in understanding. “No, baby. Why would you do that?”

  “Because he’s my brother! He’s all the family I have after our parents split, and I don’t like seeing him hurt! Besides, he would do the same for me.”

  “He needs to take responsibility for his own fuck ups, not have you come to his rescue,” I tell her. “It’s one thing if you had the money lying around and another to give up your only means of transportation. It’s dangerous for you to be walking alone! Why couldn’t Sean sell his truck and walk?”

  “You don’t get to have an opinion on this since it’s all your fault!” she argues.

  “My fault?” I scoff. “Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t hold a gun to Sean’s head and make him gamble away money he didn’t have.”

  “Ugh! You’re so…infuriating!” she says before she takes off walking again. I hurry to catch up again because this conversation is not over. “Go away, Devlin!”

  “No,” I tell her. “I’m walking you to work, and then I’m going to pick your ass up and drive you home this afternoon whether you like it or not!”

  “Oh yeah? Well, you can’t make someone sit on the back of your bike!”

  “Sure I can.”

  “No, you can’t,” she challenges. “I don’t need you to give me a ride home. Walking is great exercise. It’s good for me.”

  “You know what else would be good for you?” I start. “Getting away from your slack-ass brother!”

  “Go fuck yourself, Devlin,” Jetta says.

  “Fine. I’ll go. But I will see y
our ass at six!”

  I don’t wait to hear her response before I turn around and start walking back to the parking lot where I left my bike. And then I catch up to Jetta, who is still walking, following her all the way to the water park to make sure no one bothers her.

  Jesus, the woman is stubborn and too nice and sweet for her own good.

  Why is that so fucking hot?

  Jetta makes me want to be a better man, to take a page from her book about helping the people you care about. I care about her and won’t give up trying to show her how much.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jetta

  * * *

  I told myself that under no circumstances would I get on the back of Devlin’s bike and let him give me a ride home.

  That was before the afternoon thunderstorm came along. And since the water park is closed, I can either run all the way back home looking like a drowned rat, or I can walk across the street to the man standing underneath a giant black umbrella.

  Sucking up my pride, I wait for the traffic to clear and march up to him. “Are you trying to get struck by lightning?” I ask him since the umbrella has a metal handle.

  “Nope. Just trying to keep you dry.”

  “Well, I don’t need you to keep me dry!” I yell at him.

  “Good, because I prefer to keep you wet,” Devlin replies with a cocky grin.

  “You are so full of yourself!”

  “You could be full of…myself if you weren’t so stubborn.”

  Shaking my head, I duck out from underneath the umbrella and start walking toward the apartment. “Screw it. I’d rather drown than get hit by lightning with you.”

  “Oh, come on, Jetta!” Devlin says when he runs to catch up and blocks the rain. “The shit with your brother is in the past now. Can’t we move past it? Please. I promise I won’t hurt him again. Ever, okay?”

  “Why should I believe you?” I ask.

  “Because I’m telling the truth,” he responds. “Also, it’s impossible since he’s banned, remember?”

  “What about all the other people you go beat up for money or steal from?” I huff.

  “What about them?”

  “You hurt them!”

  “It’s my job as one of the club’s enforcers!” he shouts. “Do I like doing it? Not really. But I’ve never hit a woman, and I only hit men or steal from the ones who haven’t paid in months, despite several previous warnings.”

  God, I hate that I actually want to forgive him just because he’s hot and sweet and really great in bed. I’m a traitor to my gender.

  “Sean would lose his mind if he found out I was even talking to you,” I warn him.

  “I’m not scared of him.”

  “That’s not exactly the point. I can’t go around dating the asshole who hurt him, right in front of his face.”

  “Okay,” Devlin mutters. “But you can date me in secret?”

  “I’m not sure date is the right word since all of your dates probably end up naked and underneath you.”

  “Sometimes I feed them afterward,” he says, which isn’t exactly a denial. “I can cook, you know? We could go back to my place, and I could make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”

  “Aren’t you a regular old Betty Crocker?” I scoff with a roll of my eyes since that’s not exactly fine cuisine.

  “If you prefer, I could just stick with making you come,” he says, making my cheeks burn as I recall all the times he did just that at the concert. And yes, I would love to go there again…

  “If we get back to the apartment and Sean’s not home…” I start.

  “Then I can come inside and lick your pussy?” Devlin finishes excitedly.

  “Maybe.”

  “I can handle a maybe,” he says. And when I glance over at him, he’s grinning like a maniac.

  “If we do…this, then we’re not dating.”

  “We’re not?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then what are we doing?” he asks.

  “Just hooking up,” I respond. “As if someone like you would ever be interested in anything more than that.”

  “How do you know what I would be interested in?” Devlin questions. “We haven’t exactly had many conversations about anything except your asshole brother.”

  “He’s not an asshole!” I exclaim. “And saying shit like that is not going to get you an invite to come inside.”

  “Fine. I won’t say another word about your brother again. Ever. He doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned.”

  “Good,” I say with a sigh. I do like Dev despite the drama with Sean. If I could keep my brother and Devlin completely separate, then I don’t see the harm in having a little fun with him until he gets tired of sleeping with me and moves on to some other girl.

  Devlin

  * * *

  I don’t think I’ve ever prayed harder for anything than I did that Sean wouldn’t be home when Jetta and I got there.

  And, thank fuck, his truck wasn’t in the parking lot.

  “It looks like Sean isn’t here,” I point out.

  “Guess not.”

  “So does that mean I can come up?” I ask and then hold my breath while waiting for Jetta’s decision.

  “For a few minutes,” she says. “Until Sean comes home.”

  “Deal,” I agree, because even five minutes with Jetta is better than nothing. I would give anything for another night, one without Rob fucking Lawrence…

  Hold on. What if, on my own, I’m not enough for Jetta. I thought we had some serious sparks at the concert, but what if it was just the excitement of seeing our favorite band and meeting a rock star?

  Either way, I intend to find out if we still have chemistry.

  Like an eager little puppy dog, I follow Jetta into the apartment and inside her bedroom where she shuts the door behind me.

  Unable to wait a second longer, I attack her. My mouth crashes down on hers so hard her back slams against the door. I kiss her hard and fast while pulling off her shirt because I have no idea how long we’ll be alone.

  My hands tug her bathing suit top down to free her tits so I can get my hands on them. That’s when Jetta’s fingernails dig into my scalp on either side, before she starts frantically chanting against my lips, “Lower, lower, please, lower.”

  I’m not sure if she wants me touching her lower or kissing her lower. I plan to do both.

  Seeing her so desperate for me has me hard as fuck. But first things first, I need to hear her scream my name while I get her nice and wet for my cock. Mine and mine alone. No freaky rock stars watching or participating.

  I kiss my way down her neck and to her breasts because there’s no way I can see them in all their perfect, jiggling glory and not suck on them. “God, I missed these,” I tell her as I switch sides to say hello to her other tit.

  Based on her nails’ persistence on my scalp, I don’t think Jetta enjoys my mouth on her boobs as much as I do. I cave and let her direct me, pushing me down to my knees. As I tongue her bellybutton, I undo her shorts. Lowering the denim and her panties at the same time to get to her pussy, I spear the tip of my tongue through her smooth slit.

  “Oh my god, yes!” Jetta screams above me, her thighs already trembling from just that small touch. Fuck, she must be horny as hell if she’s already so worked up. I keep prodding her clit with just a little bit of tongue, then retreat to drive her crazy. Normally, I would hike one of her legs up and over my shoulder to spread her wide, but I want to see how fast I can make her come with the bare minimum.

  “Please, please, please, Devlin!” Jetta chants with her head thrown back and her fingers speared through my hair. She tries to spread her legs a little wider, but my palms hold the outside of her thighs to keep them together. I’m teasing the shit out of her. I know that, but it apparently works for her because her legs tremble underneath my hands and her hips buck off the wall as she comes. Wordless moans and gasps is all I hear, but it’s still music to my ears knowing that I did that t
o her, just me. I was enough.

  While she recovers from her orgasm, I jump to my feet and start undoing my pants.

  I’ve just shoved them down and guided my cock to her entrance when there’s a loud thump coming from the other side of her bedroom door.

  Fuck me. Sean’s home.

  Jetta takes a few more seconds to catch up since she’s still blissed out.

  “Shit!” she eventually whispers, placing her palms on my chest to stop me from slamming inside of her. “You need to leave.”

  “Now?” I squeak out disappointedly. “I could be super quiet,” I whisper while rubbing the head of my cock back and forth over her still swollen clit.

  For just a moment, her chocolate eyes drift closed. But then just as fast, she winces and shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. Then, she places a swift kiss on my lips before her palms are pushing me backward with more force. “Please go. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

  “When?” I ask, because any time other than the next five seconds seems entirely too long to wait to get inside of her again.

  “Tomorrow?”

  “I’m holding you to that,” I tell her as I kiss my way down her cleavage one last time before pulling up my pants. “I’ll be here at nine. No, eight!”

  “Shh!” Jetta says right before there’s a knock on her door that she’s still pressed against, causing us to both freeze.

  “Jetta, you here? I didn’t see your car in the lot.”

  That’s because she sold it for your dumb ass.

  How the fuck does the idiot not know that?

  Oh shit! She hasn’t even bothered to tell him?

  When I look at Jetta with my eyebrow arched in question, she puts her finger to her lips.

  “Ah, yeah, I’m home,” she responds aloud.

  “So where’s your car?”

  “Hold on, I’ll be right out!” she tells him and then slips out from underneath me to start putting her clothes back on.