Wirth (Dirty Aces MC Book 5) Lane Hart (book suggestions TXT) 📖

making me wish I could see his eyes to see if there’s any chance he’ll ever forgive me.

“What I did…it was for the best,” I reply, crossing my arms under my breasts defensively. “None of your friends died and none of the Irish did either!”

“No, they didn’t, but my neck is on the line now. Everyone figured out it was me who told you about our plan. Do you know what the MC does to assholes who betray them?” he asks.

“H-how did they find out? Do they know what I did?”

“Hell yes they know what you did, that you were only fucking the Knights to give intel back to the Irish. Hunt wants you dead.”

“Oh,” I say as I try to swallow around the huge knot in my throat.

“Call your brother and tell him you need to leave town, or you won’t live to see tomorrow,” Wirth demands. This time I know there’s no arguing with him.

I go and grab my phone from where I tossed it down on the sofa and quickly find Rian’s name in my favorites. He thankfully answers on the first try. Instead of wasting time, I blurt everything out. “I need to leave town for a while. Right now. Tonight. The Knights know I’m a traitor and they want me dead.”

“Fuck,” Rian says with a sigh. “I’ll pack and be over as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, even though I know that while he may leave with me now, finally giving me what I’ve wanted all along, he will eventually come back.

“I’m so sorry,” I say to Wirth when I end the call and go to him. “About everything. Thank you for warning me before and now. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can think of something you can do to repay me,” he says when his hands shoot out to grab the hair on either side of my face. He catches me so off guard that my phone falls from my hand and hits the floor. Spinning us around, Wirth walks me backward until I’m pinned between him and the hard wall. With his lips brushing mine, he says, “One last favor for a dead man?”

Hearing that makes my blood turn cold. I didn’t mean to put him in danger by protecting my brother.

“Come with us,” I beg him, yanking his sunglasses off and tossing them down to see his deep blue eyes. “Please? I-I’ll spend every day trying to repay you.”

“Let’s start with you repaying me right now and go from there,” he says, his jaw tight, neither refusing nor agreeing to my offer.

I don’t have a chance to say anything else after his pouty lips crash down on mine. His tongue forces its way inside of my mouth with so much force that the back of my head hits the wall. After that, I’m lost to the lust, the need for him. I think I would do anything this man asks. So, when his hands slip from my hair to my shoulders, pushing me down, I gladly go, knowing that getting his dick nice and slick with my mouth is more for my benefit than his before he attempts to ram that monster inside of me.

I don’t waste any time undoing his belt and the fly of his jeans, shoving the denim down to his knees to free his cock that springs up long and hard, nearly slapping me in the face. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft to hold it still, I close my eyes and get to work licking it up one side and down the other before my lips part to take him deep into my throat.

“Fuck, Maeve,” Wirth groans above me. When I glance up, I see he’s got one palm flattened against the wall while the other comes down to cup the back of my head to guide my movements. Instead of watching me, his eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure.

Unlike before, Wirth isn’t gentle about showing me what he needs. But all too soon, he’s pulling me to my feet and spinning me around so that I’m facing the wall. I try to catch my breath while he tugs my boy shorts down. When his palm lands with a loud smack on my ass, I jump forward until the side of my face is flattened to the wall. My ass cheek is still stinging when Wirth pulls my hips back and then shoves his cock all the way into my pussy with one hard thrust.

“Oh god!” I scream at the intrusion. He’s nearly the size of a fucking baseball bat. If I wasn’t so accustomed to rough treatment, I would probably be sore afterward. But my body has learned to be accommodating, and I’m so wet for Wirth it doesn’t hurt. I just want more – more of him and more of us together. “Please!” I beg when he doesn’t move. He just stands there, filling me up with so much of him I can’t breathe.

He finally does what I asked. His fingers dig into my hip bones even harder, then he pulls his cock almost all the way out of me before slamming in hard again, deeper than anyone has ever gone before.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Wirth pants against my ear in a rush, his entire body weight pressing me into the wall so that my nose is close enough to smell the paint. “Even when it’s life and death, I would rather have you one last time.”

“Me too,” I agree on a near sob because I feel the same. I shouldn’t want him, but this doesn’t feel like a choice. Wirth is a necessity that I don’t want to live without.

One of his hands comes around to squeeze my breast before getting frustrated by the tank top still covering it. His strong hands rip it right down from the neck so that