Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (13 page)

Axe snagged her around the waist and nuzzled his face against her soft hair. “Thanks.” He kissed her on the cheek. “You look gorgeous, as always.”

The hostess showed them to their table, a small one tucked into a dark corner.

“I read that your club owns a restaurant. Is this it?”

“No.”

She surveyed the place, noticing the intimate lighting, the couples at small booths and tables holding hands and kissing. “This place is not easily seen from the road. I missed it twice. It’s secluded.”

“Never noticed.”

“Are you hiding me?”

Axe smiled as he shook his head.

“Are you married?”

He burst out laughing. “Fuck no. Why’d you think that?”

“I don’t know. This place seems like somewhere a husband would take his mistress.”

“It does have a reputation for that. The food is good, though, and I wanted to get away from the brothers. I didn’t wanna bump into any of them tonight.”

“I guess being with the same group of people all the time would be too much. You live at the club, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about getting my own place. Do you live alone in Denver?”

“Yes. I live in a high-rise downtown, and I love it.”

When the waitress came over, they both ordered sirloin steaks, loaded baked potatoes, and green beans with cherry tomatoes.

Baylee, sipping her third glass of red wine, gazed into Axe’s dark eyes. The way he spoke, the way his shirt clung to his upper torso, and his cute, crooked smile exuded so much sexiness that Baylee was ready to forgo dinner and drag him straight to her hotel room. Maybe it was the wine, but her body was tingling, every nerve on fire.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” The question popped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“No. Do you have a boyfriend?”

She shook her head. “Too busy.” She motioned the waitress to bring her another glass of wine. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re handsome. I’m surprised some woman hasn’t snatched you up.”

“I don’t wanna be snatched up.”

“Never?”

“That’s right. I’m a one-night type of guy. Don’t go in so much for repeat performances.”

“You could’ve fooled me. You keep pushing me for an encore.” She giggled.
I’m getting smashed.

A bemused smile brushed across his lips as he scooted his chair closer to hers. “You’re different. I most definitely want a repeat performance with you.”

The waitress set down another glass of red wine in front of Baylee.

Axe kissed Baylee’s cheek, his hand resting on her upper thigh. “You’re my spicy minx.” He nipped and kissed a trail to her earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently.

She demurely pulled away.

“Why’re you being so shy, sweetheart? It isn’t like I’ve never done
that
to you before.”

“That was different. I didn’t know you. You were nameless—no information. Now, you’ve morphed into someone real. You’re not a fantasy anymore.”

“Isn’t reality better than fantasy? You can’t fuck a fantasy.”

“I did.” She giggled again.

He sat back, a wide grin on his face. “I like you tipsy.”

“I hope you like me drunk, because that’s where I’m going.”

The waitress brought their steak dinners, and Axe ate all of his and most of hers. Blame it on nerves or stress, but Baylee had decided to drink her dinner, and by the time she and Axe were in the parking lot, she was in no shape to drive.

“You’re riding with me. We’ll come back tomorrow and pick up your car. Have you ever ridden on a bike?”

“Only my ten-speed.” She laughed.

“Cute. A Harley?”

“Nope.”

“You gotta hold on real tight, okay? Just feel the movement and let it guide you. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Baylee wrapped her arms around his waist and crushed her body against his back. The bike jumped forward, the roar deafening. Before she could think about her fear, the powerful machine blasted out of the parking lot and down the road.

The rush of wind revived her and her foggy brain cleared. The aspen and pine trees were just shapes in the dark as the Harley zoomed past them. Baylee rested her cheek against the soft leather of Axe’s cut, breathing in his familiar scent of citrus. She could get used to being on the back of his bike.

The ride was too short, the iron horse coming to a stop much too quickly for her liking. Axe jumped off then helped her, the alcohol making her wobbly legs worse. She crumpled in his arms.

“Whoa. You okay? Can you walk?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for a nice evening.”

“I’m gonna make sure you make it to your room. Come on.”

They crossed the lobby and stepped into the waiting elevator. Silence pooled around them as they rode up to the fifth floor. Axe walked her to her room, and she opened the door and leaned against it. He bent down and kissed her, deep and wet.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Axe said.

He turned away, but Baylee tugged him back, guiding him into her room.

He grinned and kicked the door shut. “This feels familiar, sweetheart. And this time, I know what to expect.”

T
he moment the
door closed behind him, Axe had Baylee in his arms, his mouth hungrily covering hers as his tongue delved in, pushing deep. She moaned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it, pulling her head back so he could plunge further into her mouth. Moving his hand down, he placed it on her ass, kneading it roughly, her large breasts brushing against him with each breath she took.

“I’m on fire. How the fuck do you get me so worked up?” he murmured against her lips.

“I want you, too,” she said breathlessly.

He walked forward, guiding her, still devouring her lips as he pinched her nice, firm ass. When her calves hit the bed, she lost her balance and fell, yanking him on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips closer to hers until there was no space left between them. His deep, thrusting kisses sent chills down her spine and ignited a burn inside her.

He broke away and stood up, removing his shirt and kicking off his boots. Leaning over her, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her toward the top of the bed, then lay beside her, jerking her in to him again. Shivers raced across her body as he traced his tongue over the curve of her neck, pausing to suck and nip at the tender skin. The hairs at her nape stood up as he skimmed his fingers over her bare arms, tickling them and licking her sensitive flesh. Each touch sent jolts of desire straight to her aching pussy, and she spread her legs, inviting him to touch.

He chuckled, trailing his tongue up her arms, then to her neck and earlobe.

“Anxious?” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath scorching her skin.

“I want you.”

She grabbed his hand and placed it over her dampened, throbbing sex. He slid it away before catching her eyes, hunger reflected in his dark orbs.

“I decide when I touch your pussy. I’m calling the shots.”

He bit her lip and she cried out, the copper taste of blood on her tongue. Then he licked her lip gently, and pleasure skated to the tips of her hardening nipples.

“Take your dress off,” he ordered as he pulled away from her.

Baylee rose from the bed and slipped her black dress over her head then tossed it on the nearby chair. Axe looked into her eyes before his gaze moved down to her breasts, then her hips, lingering for a few seconds before it moved back to her tits.

“You’re gorgeous,” he rasped, his eyes locking with hers. “Fuck.”

Her cheeks reddened, and she felt exposed under the feral, predatory look in his eyes. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, avoiding his gaze.

“Come here.” He patted the mattress.

She padded over to the bed, her arms still in its place. Reaching out, he clutched her wrist and pulled her to him until she was flush against him. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck then nibbled her soft skin, his hands quickly unfastening her bra.

“You are so fuckin’ soft. I can’t get enough of tasting you,” he whispered.

The flaming touch of his mouth ignited every part of her tingling skin.

“I love the way you touch me,” she murmured as she ran her hands through his dark hair.

“I’m glad, ‘cause I plan to touch you all over. I love the way you feel.”

In one move, he slid down and sucked her cherry-red nipple in his mouth, intense pleasure dancing inside her walls. As he sucked, he moved his hand down to the crotch of her damp panties, rubbing and twisting his palm against her pulsing heat. The sweet sensation drove her body to buck and grind against his unrelenting hand. He removed it suddenly, his trimmed nails scratching up her side, landing on her beaded nipples, pinching and tweaking them.

“As I remember, you like it rough.”

With her head to the side, her eyes squeezed shut, she groaned, “Yes, hard.”

He bit down on her nipples then proceeded to bite and suck her tits, leaving red marks.

“You’ve got great tits. I’ve been thinking about playing with them since we fucked.”

The intensity of the sweet pain made her body flush with sensitivity, and she was overcome, pleasure lancing all her nerves.
He makes me feel so hot and alive. I’ve been searching for this for a long time.

Gliding her hand down, she unzipped Axe’s jeans, wrapping her hand around his hot and pulsing dick. She didn’t recall it being that big, but she remembered how he filled her up. Her mouth watered as she saw the glistening head, a couple of beads of pre-come still clinging to it. Pushing up and shoving Axe backward, she bent over, licking the salty beads off his soft crown. A guttural moan ripped past his lips.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Suck my cock.”

She pulled the hard shaft out all the way and ran her tongue over its length, grasping the base of it tightly. Swirling her tongue over the smooth crown and the underside, she opened wide and wrapped her lips around his dick, pulling it in and out of her mouth, sucking him hard and deep.

“Oh, yeah.”

Baylee moaned as she sucked him, her bright eyes looking into his as she took him deeper.

He said huskily, “My cock looks so good in your mouth.”

“It tastes and feels good in my mouth.”

He reached to the side and kneaded her ass, then shoved his finger inside her wet slit.

“Oh, God. That feels so good,” she breathed against his shaft.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he grunted as he shoved his finger in and out of her.

As she felt her pussy quiver, he pulled out and moved her off him. Startled, she asked, “What’s wrong? Was I too rough?”

“No, you were perfect. You want to kick this up a notch?”

The wicked gleam in his eye made her body tremble in pleasurable anticipation.

“Yeah.”

“You got a scarf or some nylons?”

She jumped up and ran to the dresser, taking out a pair of thigh-highs. Turning around, she met his smoldering gaze.

“Love watching your ass move. Fuck, you got an ass that brings men to their knees.”

She crawled toward him and he caught her arms, dragging her closer before crushing his mouth to hers. Each touch from him shifted her body into overdrive.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

Baylee lay on her back and he grasped each wrist and tied it with the nylons, pulling her spread-eagle until her skin was taut. Her body hummed with excitement as his intense gaze roamed over her.

He whistled softly. “Fuckin’ hot. You turn me on so bad, babe. Look how hard I am.”

Axe moved his dick to her face and rubbed it all over. Her drenched pussy throbbed and she closed her legs. He leaned back, his dick still inches from her mouth, and pushed her legs apart.

“No fuckin’ way. Keep your legs open,” he demanded.

He rolled away, and peeled his jeans down his legs, revealing the muscles in his thighs. As he stepped out of his pants, his boxers crept down, giving away the curve of his ass as he took out a condom wrapper from the pocket of his jeans. Discarding his boxers, he climbed back on the bed, placing his knees right above her shoulders.

“Open that sexy mouth and take my cock.”

She opened wide, and he shoved it in her mouth then held the sides of her face as he thrust back and forth.

“You like that? You love fucking my cock with your mouth, don’t you?”

His filthy mouth almost sent her over the edge. She loved it; every fantasy she had contained a dirty-talking bad boy. She couldn’t get enough of him.

He pulled out then kissed her neck, trailing his hands and tongue down the sensitive stretch of skin along the side of her body. The way she was tied, the skin was pulled tight; when Axe scratched and grazed it, her body trembled. It was like she was on sensory overload.

Each time Axe bit her, she’d wince and tug at her restraints, and then he’d follow it with a lick and a kiss. Sometimes he’d blow his hot breath over her breasts, her ribcage, her belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. There wasn’t a part of her body he didn’t touch, scratch, kiss, or lick, and by the time he flicked his tongue softly on her inner thighs, she was ready to explode.

He pushed her knees up and wide, exposing all of her to him, and she saw the savage desire in his eyes as he took her in. Burying his face in her pussy, he breathed her arousal in deep then, with the tip of his tongue, he flicked her clit. Fire burned inside her as she squirmed and twisted.

With his fingers, he pulled open her swollen lips and licked her from the bottom of her hot opening to right above her clit. He took his finger and rubbed her nub quickly.

“Look how wet you’re getting.”

He stroked her clit while his other hand held her lips wide open. He pushed his tongue up her hot pussy, her ass flexing and wiggling on the mattress. Thrusting several times, he swept it over her fully once more, all while his finger stroked her sweet spot.

“Love it, babe. You’re getting so wet now.”

More rubbing and licking.

“Look at it, it’s coming right out for me. It feels good, doesn’t it, babe?”

He replaced his finger with his tongue and rubbed around her sweet spot while he inserted two fingers in her, twisting them around, driving them in and out. Baylee was beside herself. Her body was flushed with heat and her nipples were swollen as she writhed and moaned, twisting against the restraints.