Dirty Aces MC: Box Set #1

by Hart, Lane

  “Go!” she whispers before I can zip up my jeans.

  “Go where?” I ask with my hands on my hips. She then points to the window.

  “No way! You’re on the second floor!”

  “It’s not that far down. And there’s a HVAC unit right below my window.”

  I tiptoe over to look out. Pushing the curtain aside, I realize she’s right. I could lower myself down to the unit and not break anything probably. Sean jumped from this level the other day; and if that pussy can make it, then so can I.

  “You owe me big time,” I tell her as I adjust my throbbing erection underneath my fly and then lift the window.

  “I know, I know. Sorry,” Jetta says when she comes over and slaps my ass to get me moving. “See you in the morning.”

  “See ya,” I tell her as I turn around and squeeze my body out the window. She pulls the curtains closed before I even let go of the windowsill.

  Here’s hoping I don’t break my ankles.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jetta

  * * *

  I wait until I hear the thud of Devlin hitting the air conditioning unit before I finally open my door…and find Sean still standing right outside of it.

  “Have you got a guy over?” he asks straightaway.

  “What? No!” I huff. “Who would I have over? Guys never call me back for a second date, much less an afternoon delight.”

  “Whatever,” he mutters. “It sounded like you were talking to someone.”

  “Right, yeah, I was,” I reply. “I was talking to Carla, on the phone.”

  “Oh,” he says, brown eyes still narrowed suspiciously. “So where the fuck is your car?”

  Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I finally tell him the truth, “I sold it.”

  “Sold it? Why would you do that?”

  “To pay off your debt with the Dirty Aces, obviously.”

  “You paid off my debt?” he says, eyes widening in surprise. “I can’t believe you would do that for me.”

  “Why not? You would help me out if I were in trouble, right?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Then why wouldn’t I help you?”

  “What did you do with the money?” Sean asks. “I mean, do you still have it?”

  “No. I, ah, I saw Devlin at the waterpark with his friends and gave it to him.”

  “You should’ve told me before you did that shit,” he grumbles.

  “Are you complaining about me helping save your ass?” I ask him.

  “No. I’m not complaining. I just didn’t ask you to do that. You should’ve told me you wanted to sell your car. I could’ve helped you get a good deal for it.”

  “I got a good deal,” I assure him. “But forget about the car. I didn’t mind helping you, Sean, but I need you to promise me that you’ll get help for your addiction to gambling.”

  “I’m not addicted to gambling!” he argues.

  “Yes, you are. And I don’t own anything else worth selling, so you can’t get into debt with anyone else!”

  “I won’t. Jesus. You sound like mom when we were kids.”

  “Maybe if you stop acting like a child, I wouldn’t have to treat you like one,” I tell him before slamming the door in his face.

  I don’t know why I’m so pissed at my brother. Maybe because I expected him to be a little more grateful for my sacrifice to help him. He didn’t even say thank you! Not to mention he also interrupted me and Dev, which sucks.

  At least I know Devlin will be back tomorrow morning to finish where we left off. He’s been trying to get me back in bed since he saw me again.

  And I’m not naïve. I know that whatever happens between the two of us is just casual. Dev probably has several girls on the side. Maybe he even went to one of their houses.

  I’m not even jealous. Not really.

  Would I like to be the only girl he wanted? Of course. But that’s not realistic, so I’m not going to get my hopes up. I’ll have fun messing around with Devlin until he gets bored with me and moves on.

  It’s bound to happen eventually. The only guy who ever stuck around for me was Oscar who needed a place to crash and decided to stay with me because it didn’t cost him a dime for a year. I’m pretty sure he would’ve moved out if he had any place else to go, which hurts.

  I’ve never been the person someone can’t live without. Even my parents couldn’t wait until I graduated high school so they could divorce and split up. Sean and I have barely heard from them since they went their separate ways. It would’ve been nice to have my mom around just to talk to and hang out with once in a while. Now she’s living out of a suitcase and traveling to who knows where.

  That means that Sean is the only family I still have now. So even when he is a pain in the ass, I still love him. I also know he’ll always be there for me, like when I needed a place to stay and he took me in.

  As soon as I’m back on my feet, I’m getting my own apartment. Although I have to admit that the notion of living on my own is not one I’m really looking forward to.

  Devlin

  * * *

  My apartment feels emptier than usual when I get home that night after leaving Jetta’s.

  Cooking for one and then eating a frozen dinner in front of the television while watching a comedy is lonely. I’m starting to think it would be really nice to have someone around to do those types of things with on the regular. Not one of the guys who burps, farts and eats all the food in my fridge, but a woman who looks good chilling on the sofa in her sweats and smells good like lavender and spring flowers…

  Jetta.

  The woman keeps me on my toes. Just when I think I’m making progress tearing down her concrete walls, she kicks me out and builds them back up around her.

  I get that she doesn’t yet trust me. How could she when she saw me slapping her brother around and holding a gun on him?

  That’s not a great second impression or a side of me I ever wanted her to see. But it is who I am, so she has to either take the good with the bad or tell me to fuck off.

  I really don’t want her to tell me to fuck off, though.

  Speak of the devil, I’ve just finished my microwaved country fried steak when my phone dings with a text from Jetta.

  No, it’s not a text message. It’s a photo. An incredibly hot, topless photo of her followed by a reminder that she’ll see me tomorrow morning and to make sure Sean’s truck has left before I come up.

  God, she’s gorgeous.

  I don’t get why she’s so adamant about keeping what we’re doing from her brother, but I’m down if it means I finally get to spend some naked time with her.

  Today was absolutely amazing getting to taste her and make her come. But it would’ve been nice to get some relief of my own.

  I refuse to even tug on my dick tonight, preferring to wait for the real thing tomorrow. Nothing and no one is going to stop me from finally getting inside of Jetta again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jetta

  * * *

  I’m up bright and early, filled with anticipation for Devlin’s visit. In fact, I’m in such a great mood that I decide to cover the blonde dye with red because I’m feeling so sexy and confident thanks to Dev that I decide to try a new, wild color. Sure, the bright red may clash with my bikini, but who cares?

  I’ve just finished drying my new Ariel hair when the doorbell rings.

  Not bothering to put on any clothes because there’s no sense pretending this is more than a morning booty call, I check the peephole to make sure it’s Devlin before opening it in the nude.

  “Hi,” I eventually say when he just stands on the other side in his jeans, sleeveless tank and leather cut silently with his jaw gaping. “Do you want to come in or what?”

  Instead of responding with words, Dev lurches forward, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder so fast the wind is momentarily knocked out of my lungs. I barely register the front door shutting and locking before he’s stri
ding down the hall and tossing me on my bed.

  Still without speaking, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans to pull out his long, thick shaft. Devlin has a beautiful cock, but the fact that he’s so hard for me turns me on even more.

  When he puts a knee on the bed to mount me while still fully clothed, I prop myself up on my elbows and tell him, “Not so fast. Get naked before you get in my bed.”

  Devlin groans, the first sound he’s made all morning so far, before he finally removes his cut and yanks his tank over his head and off.

  “That’s better,” I tell him. “Pants too.”

  “You’re torturing me,” Dev says through gritted teeth as he takes off his shoes and shucks his pants.

  “Torturing you?” I repeat.

  “Making me wait even longer to get inside of you after yesterday.”

  “Oh, you mean when you wouldn’t let me spread my legs while you were teasing me with your tongue?”

  Grinning he says, “Yeah, that. At least I let you finish while I got sent away with blue balls for the rest of the night.” Finally naked, he climbs up on the bed and hovers above me, letting just his cock brush over my mound but not touching me anywhere else. “Is that why you sent that topless photo? To make me hurt even more?”

  “You didn’t use it to provide your own…relief?” I ask curiously. I enjoyed the thought of Devlin being so aroused, he had to jerk off to the photo. That was the reason I sent the picture!

  “No,” he responds, which is more than a little disappointing. “I wanted to wait and be satisfied by the real thing.” He rocks forward and back, letting his cock bang around on my lower body.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him. “Put on a condom and get inside of me.”

  Devlin freezes before he says, “Oh fuck. I think I’m out of condoms.”

  “You’re joking, right? Teasing me again?” I ask.

  “No. Fuck!” he exclaims before he slides off of me and stands up at the foot of the bed to riffle through his jean pockets and then his wallet.

  “You’re serious? Why would you come over here without a rubber since the sole purpose was to fuck me, preferably more than once before I have to go to work?”

  “More than once?” Dev asks with his brows lifted. “Hell yes.”

  “Not without a condom!” I huff. “What kind of playboy are you? You do use protection with all the girls you mess around with, right?”

  “Of course, yeah,” he answers. “It’s just, I haven’t needed any in a while. Not since the night of the concert…”

  “Really? You haven’t been with anyone else since then?” I ask, sitting up with my back against the headboard and pulling my knees to my chest. “Too bad I don’t have a lie detector test since that’s the only way I would ever believe that bologna.”

  “It’s true. Who could ever live up to the purple-haired girl who let me fuck her in the front row of the Wasteland Authority concert?”

  “Or after on the tour bus…” I add.

  “Let’s not go there,” Dev mutters with a shake of his head. “I have mixed memories and feelings about the tour bus.”

  “Agreed,” I reply since that night was hot and crazy but also a little overwhelming. “I bet my brother has some condoms. Want to go check his room?” I suggest. There’s no way I’m letting Devlin leave the apartment without finishing inside of me!

  “Fuck yes. I’ll be right back,” he says before he grabs a shirt to cover his dick before leaving the room on a mission for rubbers.

  Devlin

  * * *

  Sean’s room is thankfully right next door to Jetta’s.

  I still can’t believe I came over here empty-handed. This is what this woman does to me. She makes me forget the important shit, because all I can think about is how fucking sexy she is and how good it feels to be with her.

  Please let Sean have a big box of condoms. If so, I swear I’ll never say another bad word about the piece of shit.

  My first stop is to the two-drawer table next to the bed, the location where every man has a stash. I open the top drawer, expecting to find lube and condoms. Both of those are in there, along with a box of tissues, yuck, but there’s also a fucking Glock.

  Using my cock covering t-shirt, I pick the firearm up with the cloth to avoid leaving fingerprints and then pop the clip to see if it’s loaded. And fuck me, it is.

  When I put it back down in the drawer, I also find two IOU’s signed by the meanest, craziest son of a bitch in town – Harold Cox.

  Jetta may have settled up Sean’s debt to the Dirty Aces, but I have a feeling he’s getting in deep with Cox and no telling who else.

  I grab two condoms from the roll and then head back to Jetta’s room with my tee in my hand, trying to figure out what I should do about Sean’s bullshit.

  “Find any?” Jetta asks, her brown eyes so hopeful I almost decide to shelve this topic until later. But no, I can’t. What if she’s in danger too because of her brother?

  “Ah, yeah. Found condoms and something else too,” I tell her. Tossing the shirt to the floor, I climb up on the bed with the rubbers and hover over her on all fours. “Did you know your brother has a gun?”

  “No,” she replies, brow furrowing in concern. “But it’s a bit hypocritical of you to worry about it since you carry one too.”

  “Yeah, but I know how to use it. Sean probably doesn’t.”

  “I bet he just keeps it for protection, you know, in case someone tried to break in and steal shit from him again!”

  Shaking my head, I tell her, “You need to get away from him, baby. I think he may be getting himself into deep shit.”

  “You’re in deep shit too, Mr. Thug in an MC,” she says, running her fingernails over the ace of spades tat on my ribs.

  “I’m serious, Jet. The Aces won’t kill for a debt, but other assholes will.”

  “Don’t worry. Sean promised me that he’s done gambling and would get help with it.”

  “And you actually believed him?” I grumble.

  “Are we going to keep talking about my brother, or are we going to fuck?” she asks. Reaching down, Jetta fists around my erection and squeezes, which of course has me quickly putting aside my concerns for Sean.

  “Oh, we are definitely going to fuck,” I promise as my fingers find her folds and slowly eases inside. Once I have them nice and wet, I rub my fingertips over her clit while she strokes my cock.

  Our mouths meet wide open mid-moan before our tongues collide. We get each other worked up as we make out until I can’t take anymore.

  “How do you want it?” I ask Jetta when I sit back on my knees to rip the foil open on one of the condom wrappers and roll the rubber up my shaft.

  “Like this,” she responds breathlessly, her cheeks flushed the same color as her newly dyed hair that’s fanned out around the pillow. “You on top of me, my legs together so I can feel every long, hard inch of you.”

  “Hell yes,” I groan as I stretch out on top of her. As soon as Jetta closes her thighs, I line my cock up and fight my way inside of her tight, wet pussy. And fuck, she was right. With her legs closed, she feels so damn good. There’s no slamming my hips inside to fuck her. It’s a slow push and pull as I take my time. My balls clench a little more each time I bottom out.

  It would be embarrassing how fast I’m ready to blow if not for Jetta being right there with me. She cries out every time I slam inside of her and my pelvis hits her clit. I grind down on her bundle of nerves a little longer on every stroke until her cunt starts to throb around my cock.

  “Oh god! Oh god, that’s so good, Devlin! Yes!” Jetta cries out underneath me, her nails gripping my biceps, back arching and lips parted as she comes for me. She’s so damn sexy I can’t last a second longer. I finally give myself over to the pleasure, riding Jetta through wave after wave of our bodies trembling in ecstasy while joined together.

  Sex has never been like this before. Girls either fake it or don’t get to the end before I do, s
o I have to finish them off afterward. It’s so much better when it’s good for her at the same time.

  Then I remember Jetta mentioning a round two, and my sated dick twitches with interest, already thinking of ways to take her once he’s ready to rock and roll again.

  For now, I need a little time to recover, so I roll off of Jetta and flop out on the bed next to her to stare up at the ceiling.

  “Wow,” she whispers between pants. “You’re really good at…that.”

  “Thanks,” I reply with a proud grin. “Don’t even think of getting up until we do it again.”

  “Deal,” Jetta agrees. And when I glance over, she’s smiling too.

  Jetta

  * * *

  Why does fucking Devlin have to be so freaking amazing every time?

  Isn’t it enough that he’s got an amazing body and a beautiful face that any model would be envious of, male and female alike?

  I thought the night of the concert was a fluke, that we were both flying high on adrenaline at the time. Guess it was more than that. Much more. Because he’s the only man who has ever been able to get me off during sex. I thought the first night was just a miracle, but nope, it was Devlin.

  “I love your hair,” the sex god says when he rolls to his side to run his fingers through my newly red locks. “The way it’s always changing, it’s almost like you’re completely different people, but still the same Jetta. Is there a reason behind it?”

  “It’s fun to try new things, to feel like you could be someone else for a little while instead of your boring self,” I explain when I roll to face him and prop my hands under the side of my face. “I like experimenting on myself. I just wish I could give other people new hair and new styles too.”

  “Why don’t you?” he asks.

  “Because you need a license. Licenses cost money, and you have to go through training to get good at it.”