Whiskey Tango Foxtrot: Aces High MC (Aces High MC - Dakotas Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Author’s Note

  Other MC Books

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  The End

  Book Previews

  Redemption Weather

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2018 Christine M. Butler / Christine Michelle

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  Author’s Note

  This book is a bit different from any of the other Aces High MC books in that it starts with the male’s perspective, and you don’t even meet the female until a few chapters in. I did this because I abhor flashbacks, and I needed to get the background out in a different way! ;)

  The book touches on MMF, MMFM, MFM scenes in the first few chapters that some people might find bothersome. Keep in mind that this book is romance, not erotica, so they’re not super over the top scenes, but they do present themselves. If that is not your cup of tea, this is your warning to skip this story!

  If you’re still here, as always, thanks for taking a chance on a book! Hopefully, it paid off for you!

  Also, this book – while still novel length – is a tad shorter than I originally intended, but it is because I ended up cutting some of Whiskey and Fox’s portion of the story in order to give them their own book. Their happy ending is coming too, but I didn’t want to short change them by giving a quick overview in this book. They have their own story to tell.

  One more thing, just for fun, The Lady Luck Tattoo Art Expo mentioned in this book is a real thing! Check it out in April!

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  M.C. Romances

  S.H.E. Series

  Angel-Girl (Feb. 2019)

  Aces High – Dakotas Series

  Dancing With Danger

  Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

  Aces High – Cedar Falls Series

  Redemption Weather

  Aces High – Charleston Series

  The Other Princess

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  Tango

  (2 years, 3 weeks, and 6 days ago)

  “What. The. Fuck.” The blond dude, with the patch that told us his road name was Rabbit, laughed as he called out those three words that apparently meant more to him than they did to us. The three of us just looked at him like he’d lost his damn mind. He hadn’t said it in a questioning way. The idiot was laughing. Actually, he was full-on belly laughing. Then he sobered, looked at us questioningly, and shook his head. “You don’t get it? Come on! I can’t be the only one to have pointed it out to you guys. You’ve been together how long?”

  “We’ve known each other 8 years,” Waters tells him from my right. Waters is one of my two best friends. We all three met in Army basic training and managed to stick together for the entirety of our military careers. That was not always an easy feat, but we managed thanks to our specializations.

  “I’m not getting what’s so fuckin’ funny,” Farley grumbled to the man from my left side.

  Rabbit started pointing at us in succession. “Waters, Travers, and Farley. Dudes, you’re even lined up perfectly in a row.” We were still giving him blank face apparently because he slapped a hand over his own mug and dragged it down incredulously. Then he glanced at each of us in turn as he stated, “W,” while pointing at Waters. “T,” while moving his accusatory finger my way. Then he moved on to “F,” when he got to Farley. It finally dawned on me as literally every man and woman in the clubhouse began laughing at our expense. “What. The. Fuck.” Rabbit called out again, slowly this time, as to leave no doubt what he meant, for our benefit. “Seriously? I’m the first to call the three of you on that in eight fuckin’ years?” We all shrugged at once which apparently was hilarious to the men around us.

  “They have my vote as long as they get to be Whiskey, Tango, and Foxtrot once they make it through their prospecting period,” Rabbit laughed out.

  “Fuck that!” Farley was the grumpiest bastard ever to be put on this planet. “The fuck if I’m rolling out with an old bitty dance as my fucking name, phonetic alphabet be damned.”

  Rabbit waved away his concern. “No worries, we can shorten it to Fox, dude.”

  That was the day the boys and I became prospects for the Aces High Motorcycle Club, and also the day we got our three-part moniker. We would forever on be collectively known as WTF, or What The Fuck, but separately we became Whiskey, Tango, and Fox thanks to the first initial in each of our last names and our Army service fucking us over phonetically.

  Chapter 1

  Tango

  (1 year, 3 months, and 1 week ago)

  “Calm your asses down! I know some of you need to get home to families today, it being Christmas and all, but we had a special announcement and celebration that couldn’t wait. Actually, we’re being cheap and combining Club Christmas with an Induction Ceremony. We’ll do a big blowout and invite other chapters after the holidays, but for now, Whiskey, Tango, and Fox, getcha asses up here!” Iceman shouted

  “Did you know this was coming?” Whiskey asked me. I took a minute to appreciate the fact that I was thinking of Waters as Whiskey now too. I just shook my head as we moved up to the stage that was sometimes used for the dancers who came by for special events.

  “It’s been nine months of prospecting for you guys, and quite a few more of you three ugly fuckers hanging around before that,” Rage called out as we all hopped up on the fairly low stage set in the corner of the commons area of the Aces High Clubhouse. “Today, we are giving birth to fucking triplets! Welcome to Aces High gentlemen. You’ve each earned permanent membership with us.” He held out a brand new leather Kutte that had Whiskey’s name over the left side of the chest. Then he turned it over and we all saw the Aces High MC rocker at the top, the smoking skull with the top hat and four Aces from a deck of cards below it. Beneath that was the bottom rocker that stated we were members of the Dakotas Chapter.

  Whiskey took his Kutte and flicked it on without missing a beat while Rage held mine up and I took it with fucking pride. Fox was next, and while he hesitated slightly he was beaming with pride too the minute the leather vest settled on his big, broad shoulders. A round of cheers went up when we all had our kuttes on. Iceman and Rage came over to shake each of our hands and then they pounded their fist over the rocker with our name on our chests. As the night carried on every single full member of Aces High that was present did the same, shaking our hands and pounding their fists into our name, as if the effort would tattoo it into our very skin. Luckily, the shots we were given rivaled the punches, and by the end of the night when we should have been sore as fuck and feeling e
ach new punch the most, we were all numb to the pain and flying high on our new position while being drowned in alcohol.

  It was, hands down, one of the most amazing nights of my life, even if the morning was coincidentally one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever experienced. Oh, and the weirdest wakeup too. I knew right away that I wasn’t in the house we all shared. Instead, I was in what basically appeared to be a hotel room with a bed, utilitarian dresser, and then a door that no doubt led to a bathroom. I attempted to sit up, but there was a solid thigh across my mid-section and someone’s arm had me locked down on the bed that suddenly seemed to contain far too many limbs for this to just be me waking up with a strange woman. I lifted my head and glanced around to see that the arm across my chest actually belonged to Whiskey who was facing the other way where Fox was damn near falling off the bed. Down by my feet was a feminine body and the source of the thigh that was currently draped across my middle and so that her feet were resting on Whiskey’s back.

  I noticed some blond hair and a strange fish tattoo on what looked like someone’s shoulder. That triggered a memory. Lips wrapped around my dick, my hands fisted in blond hair, staring down at that tattoo and wondering why it was there as Whiskey nailed the girl from behind and Fox was apparently sucking on her clit while all that was going on. Jesus. I’d never had such a vivid flashback in my life. I’d never shared a woman with anyone before, and was suddenly happy to have been receiving the blowjob. Whiskey, Fox, and I were close, but I didn’t know if I was able to be close enough for one of them to have their mouth near my junk while I was fucking a woman.

  I glanced back over to my side noting that Whiskey and Fox were both a tangle of limbs on the other side of the bed, and then I glanced down remembering the masculine arm that was draped over me as well as the feminine legs. Hmm, I guess at least that part didn’t bother me as much as I once thought it would have. Still.

  I attempted to move again to dislodge the bodies that were keeping me in place, because I had to piss and my mouth was stuck together in a nasty tequila and beer film that wasn’t going to clear itself without aid of a toothbrush and toothpaste. Before I managed to get out from under the leg, the owner of said leg grumbled out, “Where you goin’, sexy?” She hadn’t even looked up from where her face was still buried in the blanket that was bunched up under my feet at the bottom of whoever’s bed we were in.

  “Bathroom, move!” I managed to get out even as the alcohol still ruminating in my belly threatened reemergence. Instead of moving the woman – whoever she was – giggled and decided to slide further on top of me, locking my lower legs in with her upper body.

  “I didn’t get to enjoy you properly last night, baby. I want to feel that thick cock of yours in more than just my mouth.”

  I guess she did know whom she was talking to then, because I certainly hadn’t done anything else with her. I would know. It had been two years since I’d actually had sex with a woman. Since my ex-girlfriend, Camilla and the shit she pulled turned me off of the bullshit games women play.

  “That’s not happening, now move, or the only thing you’ll be getting from my dick is some fresh, hot piss!” That was probably uncalled for, and usually I didn’t treat women like shit, even after having one stomp all over my heart previously, but I was in a serious state, and she was hindering my ability to go get myself under control.

  “No need to be cranky, fucker!” Said the crankiest fucker of all of us as Whiskey laughed at him. Fox tossed a pillow at my head, and Whiskey was wise enough to remove his arm from my chest and keep his mouth shut.

  “Just go piss, and bring back some water. I feel like I’ve been back in the desert for a week and I ran out of drink three days ago.” He smacked his dry lips together, making a think and nasty noise as he did so as if to reiterate just how badly he needed some water.

  “Jesus,” I muttered as I finally flung the woman’s legs off of me and stood on wobbly-as-fuck legs. I hadn’t overdone it like last night in a long damn time. I glanced over and picked up the kutte that had led us to go as crazy as we did. We’d all been celebrating becoming official patched members of the Aces High MC. We had all three left the military behind for our own reasons, but it was clear we needed the brotherhood still. These guys were it, and I was happier than hell that we’d found them when we did, because I’d been sinking and the other guys knew it. The club gave me a purpose that kept me above water when I didn’t really care if I sank or not.

  I swallowed thickly remembering all that we’d fought through to get home, all the brothers we’d lost, and then to have Camilla’s betrayal top it all off… I shook off the thought before moving to the sink and looking around for some toothpaste. We were most definitely in the girl’s space, because there was makeup and girly shit everywhere. Finally, I gave up and just glanced at the scene that greeted me in the other room. The blond was riding Whiskey and Fox was riding the blond. Whiskey noticed me standing there and grinned over at me. “Plenty of room, brother,” he hissed out as she must have done something with that swivel of her hips to elicit the response. Then he tapped her lips as if directing me to the third unused hole the woman possessed. I sighed and moved to set the glass of water I’d brought him down on the nightstand. Then I moved toward the other door across the room.

  “Aw, don’t go. I didn’t get a chance to feel you inside me,” she pouted the words out ridiculously, because the effect was lost with each gasp that escaped her mouth thanks to what my two best friends were doing to her.

  “And you never will,” I explained before tipping my chin up at my brothers and moving to the door. “We still in the clubhouse?”

  “Yeah, man.” I nodded having figured as much. Some of the BRATs – bitches relinquishing ass and tits as the guys here so cleverly nicknamed them, usually they were known as sweet butts or club whores – were allowed to stay at the clubhouse in their own wing. It was pretty fuckin’ convenient when you thought about it. The guys all had a stable of willing and available pussy to drop into when they needed it, and none of that pussy had strings attached to it. The women got their bad boy fix, a place to stay, and their college paid for if they wanted to go. It was a win-win for everyone who wanted to participate. I just didn’t feel like participating any more than I already had.

  “Hey man, you guys have a good night?” It was Rabbit speaking, and he was coming out of another room just down the hall while zipping his pants up.

  I tipped my head to indicate the door I’d just come out of. “The other guys are still having a good night,” I told him with a grin on my face that felt more like a grimace to me since my head was still pounding.

  Rabbit laughed at me and then clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, a greasy breakfast will do you some good. You look like hell man.” He rubbed the side of his own temple then. “Probably shouldn’t have killed that bottle of tequila with you last night. Shit, brother, I feel about as bad as you look.”

  “Thanks,” I managed to growl out as we moved through the hall and off towards the kitchen. I could already smell the bacon frying, and my queasy stomach growled in protest that I wasn’t already putting some of the greasy, salty goodness in my mouth. Rabbit waited to give me the third degree until I’d managed to wolf down some eggs, bacon, and sausage gravy with biscuits. The gravy probably hadn’t been a wise choice, but I couldn’t resist. It was one of the few things I missed from Army life.

  “Why aren’t you in there still enjoying your night? That was a hell of a party last night, I know, but even your boys are still lingering in it.” Rabbit started the coffee pot in order to make stronger brew, something I noticed he did often. No one else wanted to drink the sludge he made so he mostly had it all to himself until he finished the pot or at least got close to doing so. Then, some other poor soul who had been eagerly anticipating normal coffee would jump in and make some.

  I shrugged. “I woke up feeling like a truck ran me over, some bitch sprawled across me wanted to play games and not let me up to piss
until I insulted her, and then the guys were double teaming her when I came out of the bathroom. That shit just isn’t my scene as a sober man. Hell, I’m shocked with myself that I went there even drunk as I was.”

  Rabbit laughed. “I get that. Never been a sharer myself.”

  “You were still in one of those rooms.”

  “Yeah, but I’m not marrying that pussy, and I’m not dicking it at the same time someone else is either,” he stated before shoving another piece of toast in his mouth. A redheaded woman had just walked in as he was saying that and she apparently took offense, because I watched as her eyes began to well up with tears just before she turned and stomped off. My attention on her had Rabbit glancing over his shoulder too. He let out a long sigh, and then just shrugged his shoulders. “Better she knows that now than her trying to catch feelings that will never be returned. These women don’t get it. They’re here as convenient pussy. Almost no one marries convenient pussy. Hell, normally I don’t even fuck the pussy the guys keep here.” He pointed to where the girl had just left the room. “That’s exactly why too. They think they’re going to get a proposal or something. The guys here who get mixed up in the marriage and old lady business marry the ones that all their brothers haven’t had their dicks in yet.” I could definitely second that thought.

  “The thing is, most of them understand that, and they’re just here to get the bills paid and have a good time while they can, you know? But there’s no process to be able to weed out all the ones who are secretly hoping to land an old man.”

  “I get where that could be a problem.”

  “We try to keep the drama with the BRATs down here, so when one catches feelings and those feelings aren’t reciprocated we usually let them go, unless they can prove it won’t be a problem. So, if you ever need us to do something about one of them just say the word.”