Fiasco (Dirty Aces MC Book 6) - Lane Hart (best electronic book reader txt) 📗

“You don’t like Hunt and his guys,” I say in understanding.

“Not really, not after what happened that night. We were blindsided. Literally. I was…I was outside, unprotected when the shooting went down.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him.

“Tell your friend not to go. If she does, she’ll be putting herself in danger.”

“I’m not sure if I can talk Casey out of going. The danger isn’t exactly a deterrent for her…”

“What do you mean?”

“I think she’s turned on by the fact that Hunt is a dangerous guy.”

“Fuck,” Phillip says, running his fingers through the front of his blond hair to push it back out of his face. “Then, if she wants to go, I’m going with you.”

“You’ll go with us?” I ask. “Even though it’s the place where you nearly died?”

“The odds of anyone getting shot there again are probably low, but I would rather be there to make sure you’re safe than be a pussy about it.”

“You could never be a pussy,” I assure him with a small smile. I let go of the sheet to straddle his hips so I can kiss him. It seems the best way to accommodate the difference in our height.

Phillip’s hands grip the back of my neck and my back to hold me to him tighter as our kiss grows from sweet and gentle to something more demanding. Against my lips, he eventually says, “If I’m not careful, I think you might make me go soft.”

I press my hips down on the part of him that’s growing longer, thicker and harder, making him groan before I tell him, “There’s nothing soft about you right now.”

Chapter Nineteen

Fiasco

I’m feeling a little uneasy as Joanna pulls into the parking lot of the former Knights’ bar. The good thing is that I was pretty drunk that night and don’t remember much about the place other than the alley where everything happened.

You can bet your ass that I’m not going anywhere near there in the dark tonight. But even worse than being nervous for myself, I’m worried about taking Joanna and her friend into such a rowdy place. They’re not the usual kind of women that come to these types of bars looking for a good time, a few free drinks, and a quick fuck.

At least I didn’t think they were, but then when Joanna and Casey get out of the car, it’s a reminder that they’re not exactly dressed like conservative nurses. Joanna’s black dress is short and tight in all the right places. The swell of her tits is almost spilling out of the top, and fuck, I want to take a bite out of them. At least the rest of her is covered. I didn’t really mean to look; but when Casey got out of the backseat of Joanna’s car on the same side as me, I saw a flash of her red thong. Even standing up, her skirt is so short her ass cheeks are hanging out the bottom. Then there’s her top, which doesn’t have enough material to even be considered a shirt. It’s more like a black spandex bra that covers her nipples and leaves her entire stomach bare, yet is so thin you can see every inch of those hard points, which reminds me of Joanna’s satin nightie she was wearing the first time we were together.

Joanna clears her throat from beside me in what sounds like a warning. I look at her face that’s frowning and then to Casey’s smiling one where she looks way too pleased with herself.

“She’s begging to get fucked six ways from Sunday,” I say to Joanna in my defense.

“Yes, I am,” Casey agrees before she starts strutting toward the door of the bar in her sky-high heels.

“Do you need a towel to wipe the drool off your mouth?” Joanna asks as we stay standing next to her car in the dark lot.

“I wasn’t checking her out,” I tell her.

“Uh-huh.”

Grabbing her hand, I put it on my dick to prove that I wasn’t thinking about screwing her friend. While holding it there, I bend down and lick a line down the center of her chest and flick my tongue around that dip of her cleavage like I’m licking something else lower. That’s when my cock finally gives a twitch of interest.

“Phillip!” Joanna moans my name like she has for me the last few nights. I’d rather be at her house in her bed than getting ready to go into a bar with a bunch of guys.

“Are you two coming inside or planning to just come right out here?” Casey calls out.

“We-we’re coming!” Joanna responds, so I remove my hand from hers that’s on my dick. She doesn’t immediately let go, though. Her fingers tighten and give me a squeeze through my jeans that makes me groan as my knees go weak. “Later?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” I agree. Removing her hand from me before I haul her into the backseat of her car, I intertwine her fingers with mine without even thinking about it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever held hands with a woman before. But, with Joanna, it just feels right.

“I’m going inside!” Casey tells us before she opens the door and walks into the bar.

“I hope she doesn’t get more than she bargained for later,” I tell Joanna as we start crossing the parking lot hand in hand.

“She came here looking to have dirty sex with Hunt,” Joanna tells me. “They’ve hooked up before.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. At my house while you were still recovering.”

“From what I heard from the club girls that hang around here, if you fuck one of the members of the Knights, you fuck them all.”

“That can’t be true,” Joanna says.

“That’s what I was told by two of them. I don’t think a gang bang is something any woman would lie about.”

“Maybe they were just trying to shock you.”

“Maybe,” I agree, giving her hand a squeeze before I open the door with my other hand and