Irons (Norfolk #1) Read Free

stepped foot on base yet. I secured a place off base. I didn’t want the students I would be teaching to know my every damn move. I didn’t want my commanding officer breathing down my neck, either. I knew myself and I damn well knew that one wrong push of a button and I could snap. The wounds were still too damn fresh and I should’ve taken more time off after a loss like that, but that’s not what a man does. Not a man like me.
    I was hanging up the clothes the movers had delivered three days ago when I heard a knock on the door.
    “It’s open,” I yelled over my shoulder.
    They knocked louder.
    “What the fuck, this place isn’t that damn big,” I cursed as I walked to the door and opened it. “I said it’s…”
    “What the fuck do we have here?”
    “You lost, boy? You’re a long way from Nor fuck.” Layes gave me a quick hug while Deuce stood behind him.
    I laughed and step back allowing them entry. “Pussy Cola was calling my name. Heard the scuttlebutt that you two bitches couldn’t keep up anymore. Thought I’d come lend a hand. Come on in.”
    “You got two minutes to throw on some clothes. It’s Friday night and the bars are hopping with huntresses.” Deuce walked over to the fridge and grabbed three cold ones.
    “One still not enough, Deuce?” I asked as I took the beer from his hand.
    “Hell, no. I was born with this name for a reason. Too much hot ass out there hunting, wouldn’t want them to starve when I got all this to offer.” He grabbed his crotch.
    Layes held up his beer. “To us who live and us who breathe, to brothers who we lost at sea. To booze and boats and bikes and babes. Come on Jax, tell me this toast made you cave.”
    “I really have a lot of shit to do, guys.”
    “To clouds that float up in the sky, to our brother who has past his time. To the beer that waits to add sparkle to my glass, let’s go, dear friends, or I’ll kick your ass.”
    I looked between them. Both had acknowledged Will in their own way. I sat down. “I’d love to go, but I have a lot of shit to do.”
    “We’ve left you alone for a week. No more bullshit, let’s roll.”
    I slammed down my beer and looked at the empty bottle. “Here’s to the beer, here’s to a glass. May I find a girl with the prettiest ass.”
    “That’s what I’m talking about!” Layes clapped, “Let’s roll.”
    *     *     *
    The place was packed with women on the hunt. Nothing had changed in the two years I had been gone. I walked up to the bar and laughed to myself when I saw Carmen the bartender. She turned around and walked towards me.
    “Jaxson Irons, what brings you back to our little piece of heaven?” She set a shot of Jack in front of me and a draft.
    “I was missing your sweet ass.” She leaned forward and I put a twenty between her tits. “Missed those two as well.”
    She purred and winked. “You are about a year late, my friend. I’m married now.” She held out her hand and I saw her rings.
    “Damn, Carmen, congratulations. I have to say I never saw that coming.” I tossed back my shot and took a drink of my beer. “Gonna need three more of each of these.” I pointed to the empty shot glass and the now half empty beer.
    “Anything you want Jax, just ask.”
    “I wanted my dick between your tits again but apparently that’s not gonna happen,” I joked as she poured the shots.
    She laughed and leaned forward, “If he ever fucks up, I will call you first. I remember that masterpiece between your legs very well.”
    I threw another twenty on the bar, and grabbed the tray she had set the drinks on and headed to the high-top table.
    I sat the tray down, and looked around and laughed. “Everything has changed, yet absolutely nothing has changed.”
    Deuces held his fingers up to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then nodded back to the table behind him with three girls. He tapped his ear, signaling me to listen.
    “Okay here’s the deal, flight instructors are the ones