A whole lot of naked skin greeted his glassy eyes. Tango. Carter. Jasmine between them. She was groaning and undulating, chanting “yes, yes” in solid agreement with the double penetration situation they had going on.
A good old everyday occurrence in the MC world. Some overwrought groupie wanting to be fucked from every direction, treated like a piece of meat. They were all the same, weren’t they?
Women.
Aidan pushed off the doorframe and fumbled at his cut, managed to shrug out of it. His hands were made of lead as he found the hem of his shirt and peeled it over his head. He didn’t think it was possible, given how much he’d had to drink, but his cock stirred to life, asking to join the party.
“My turn next?” he asked, and walked toward the bed.
~*~
Jasmine dragged in a huge breath and launched into another coughing fit, choking, gasping for the breath that had been denied her those few precious seconds.
“Is she okay?” Tango asked between his teeth.
“Yeah,” was Carter’s terse, furious response. “I got her. You get him under control.”
Tango dug his elbow into Aidan’s windpipe, until the guy gasped and his eyes bugged.
“Shit,” he wheezed. “Shit, Kev…”
The door clicked and the sound of Jasmine’s coughing dimmed as she and Carter moved down the hall.
Tango dug his elbow in another notch, just because the anger wouldn’t ebb inside him. Because Aidan was drunk off his ass, and he didn’t know how much force it would take to get through to him.
“Kev,” Aidan gasped. “Kevin.”
It had all gone so terribly, terribly sideways. One moment it had been the two of them filling Jasmine, and he’d been building toward the wildest orgasm of his life. And then Aidan had come in, joined them. “Don’t reach above your means, junior,” he’d told Carter, his words slurred. He’d shoved the younger member aside, had taken his place at Jasmine’s sex.
And she’d been ecstatic, all purrs and moans and deep gasps.
Until Aidan wrapped both hands around her throat, called her a slut, and tried to choke her to death.
Tango had thrown his drunken best friend to the floor, and he was pinning him down now, boiling with murderous fury.
“What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Tango hissed in his face. “Were you trying to kill her?”
Aidan licked his lips, started to answer. His breath stank of sweet whiskey.
“I swear to God,” Tango said, “I love you, and you’re my best friend in the world, but you touch her again, and I’ll break you in two. Youdo not touchJazz. Understand? Not ever again.”
Aidan stared at him a long moment, chest heaving, brown eyes far, far away. Then they closed, and his face pinched, and he drew in a shuddering breath. “She’s pregnant,” he groaned. “I got her pregnant.”
Tango’s skin shriveled. “Jazz?”
“Tonya.”
“Oh, shit.”
“She told me tonight.” Fat, drunken tears leaked from the corners of Aidan’s eyes and he took a deep, shuddering breath. “I didn’t use a rubber, and I knocked her up.”
Tango recalled the beautiful, cold rich girl who took horseback riding lessons with Walsh’s wife. Perfect, moneyed features, and a cruel mouth. Nothing but a heartache in designer clothes, but Aidan had been infatuated. He’d been hooked…
“Is she going to…get it taken care of?” he asked, haltingly. He couldn’t imagine a woman of that caliber allowing a biker’s seed to grow inside her.
Aidan’s face screwed up tight.
“Shit,” Tango muttered, releasing him, sitting up.
