Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (32 page)

“Fuck. That feels amazing,” she panted.

Grabbing each side of her tits, he pressed them together then dipped his tongue down the crevice, licking and nipping. He reached over and scooped up some more frosting, which he painted on her ribs, her belly button, and her inner thighs. Baylee squeezed her eyes shut, her head tilted back.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to see the desire in them,” he said as his tongue skimmed over her body, licking and sucking up the icing.

Locking his gaze on hers, Axe slid one hand under her soft ass, kneading it as his tongue trailed down to her sweet inner thighs, where he teased her with his tongue, tracing figure eight patterns on them. Each time he looked up from beneath his hooded lids, Baylee’s lustful eyes met his.

“You taste so sweet, but I can’t wait to taste your pussy. It’s the sweetest of all.”

He heard her suck in her breath as the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit.

“You like that, baby? I bet you do. Feels real good, doesn’t it?”

She moaned her response and he locked onto her clit, sucking it while his finger slid into her pussy. Baylee arched her back which pulled his mouth closer, trailing kisses on her inner thighs. Trailing back to her pulsing heat, he blew on it and she cried out in pleasure.

“Do you know how fuckin’ beautiful you are?”

He pulled out his finger only to insert two more into her slick slit. As he shoved them in and out hard and deep, his wicked tongue swept long, full licks from the back of her pussy to the top of her clit, purposely avoiding her throbbing sweet spot.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Baylee moaned.

She dropped her hand to her mound, two fingers touching her quivering clit before he grabbed it and pushed it away.

“Not yet, baby. You’re so close.”

She groaned in frustration, and he chuckled against her swollen lips as he continued pistoning his fingers in and out of her.

“Believe me, it’s gonna be stronger and better if you wait.”

“Just let me come.”

He felt her pulsing pussy against his tongue as he played with her, licking everywhere but where she wanted it the most. Her thighs clamped together, trapping his head between them, but he still laved her steadily, missing her aching spot each time. Each stroke of his tongue over her beautiful, pink pussy had his cock bursting to sink into her. The musky, tangy scent of their arousal blended with the sweet grape smell of the champagne and the sugary frosting. He didn’t think he was going to be able to hold out, so he sucked her clit gently in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking the side of the hardened nub, over and over again.

Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, telling him she was ready to explode.

“Oh, God!” Baylee pulled Axe’s hair hard as her body bucked and quivered below him.

As he watched her face contort, he leaned down and swallowed her cries of ecstasy with his mouth. The way she thrashed, moaned, and pulled his hair was turning him way the fuck on. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down hurriedly, then gripped her ankles, pushing her bent knees further toward her.

“I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy. I can’t get enough of it,” he said, running his length over her slick sex then thrusting into her. “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”

Panting and grunting, he pummeled her hard and fast, his hands slipping under her ass and lifting her further so he could push in deeper. As he dove in, she tilted her hips up, meeting him, taking every inch of him, until they moved together as one, their bodies fused by heat and lust.

His gaze dropped and he watched himself enter her over and over, stretching her wider, his dick glistening with her juices.

“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he panted.

As they moved together, her soft hand lightly touching his balls sent jolts of intense pleasure up his spine. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as badly as he wanted her. Bending down, he captured her mouth, kissing her hard before he pulled back, his eyes fixed on hers. With his finger, he caressed the side of her clit, watching her face crumple as she cried out in pleasure, her warm walls tightening around him as he pushed into her. Her arms circled him, her nails digging into the skin on his back. Then his body went stiff and a feral growl sprang from his throat as his seed rushed out in streams, filling her up.

“Baylee. Fuck. Fuck!”

He collapsed on top of her, loving the feel of her quivering body as it slowly relaxed from her orgasm. Flipping over, he held her close to him, their legs entwined. They lay together, sated, Axe playing with her hair as he kissed the side of her forehead. He never wanted to move.

Baylee, naked and warm, and in his arms, was perfect.

Two weeks later

T
he anniversary of
her mother’s death came and went without incident. Baylee hadn’t heard anything from the killer for the past three weeks. Perhaps someone was playing a sick joke on her, after all, and all her worry was for naught. Banger nixed the guard duty since everything was quiet and he needed the prospects at the club.

Baylee had felt vulnerable at first, but Axe made sure he was around most of the time when she wasn’t at work, so the fear was held at bay.

The end of the summer, and her services in Pinewood Springs, were coming to an end. The foundation had been poured and the strip mall construction had begun. Banger was pleased, and he rewarded Baylee with a very large bonus. Logan accused her of sleeping her way into the good graces of the club, and Baylee knew when she was chosen for the partnership, he’d cry foul.

She sighed. She had mixed feelings about going back to Denver. On one hand, she missed her condo, friends, and the feel of a big city, but on the other, she was hopelessly in love with Axe. How could she leave him? In ten days, she’d be back home. For sure, she’d have to come back to Pinewood Springs to make sure everything was going okay, but the majority of the process on her end was finished; the rest could be completed by Skype.

Her heart lurched when she thought of Axe. They loved each other, something she never would have predicted. A one-night stand had turned into mutual love and respect. She smiled weakly when she remembered her plan to engage in a summer fling with him.

She packed up her laptop just as her phone pinged. Her heart leapt when she saw it was Axe.
He must’ve finished with his uncle.
Axe had finally tracked his uncle down and went to talk with him. Baylee was dying to know what transpired.

Axe:
Hey, babe. Want Mexican for dinner?

Baylee:
Sounds perfect. Did u see ur uncle?

Axe:
Yeah. He’s sorry he scared u. Just thought u were pretty.

Bullshit.

Baylee:
U believe him?

Axe:
Yeah. Know him. Dead end.

Is he telling me the truth? Why would he lie to me? I feel something’s not right.

Axe:
U still there?

Baylee:
Yeah. Packing up. Done with work.

Axe:
Club is sponsoring charity bike rally tomorrow. Want to go?

Baylee:
Yeah. Is it in town?

Axe:
Ya. In Lakeside Valley.

Baylee:
K. What time tonight?

Axe:
7:30. I’ll pick u up.

Baylee:
K. See u.

She massaged the back of her neck, trying to rub out the kinks. Even though Axe said his uncle’s actions were innocent, she didn’t believe it for a moment. He was probably just biased because it was his uncle. She switched off the office light, happy the work day was over.

*     *     *

“Are you sure
he’s telling you the whole story?” Dean asked as he adjusted the fan in his hot office.

Axe wiped his palms on his jeans. “Yeah. I have a way of getting people to tell me the truth.”

The private investigator glanced sideways in surprise. “Your own family? Damn, that’s cold.”

Axe’s gaze was flat and hard. “So, we set to go next Tuesday?”

“Sure. Shit!” He jumped back, shook his hand, then placed his bleeding thumb in his mouth. “This damn fan is a pain in the ass.”

“Why don’t you fix the AC? I know you can afford it, I paid you enough fuckin’ money.”

A nervous laugh bubbled from him as he turned around, wiping his perspiring forehead. “It’s a goner. I’m going to have to buy a new fan.”

Axe only stared at him.

Clearing his throat, Dean sat behind his desk, took out a monthly calendar, and jotted something down. “This Tuesday. Does Ms. Peters know anything?”

Axe shook his head. “It’s gotta stay that way. I can’t risk her knowing.”

Dean held his water bottle against his neck. “Damn, can’t wait for the summer to end. It’ll be soon. Have you noticed some of the leaves are starting to change? Can’t come soon enough.”

Axe sat, stone-faced.

“And you’re right about not telling her. The average person can’t hide fear or nervousness too well. It takes a steely SOB to not crack. Make sure you don’t weaken and spill your guts to her. I’ve seen that happen too many times.” He set the water bottle on the desk. “Women have a way of making us tell them shit we don’t want to.”

Pulling himself up, Axe’s lips curled into a cynical smile. “No worries. I’m a steely sonofabitch.”

He left the office, grateful to be out of the sweat box with the sweating PI. The fresh air energized him, and he headed his bike to the clubhouse. He wanted to tell Chas, Jerry, Rock, and Jax they were set for Tuesday. The PI had accomplished what Axe wanted, creating a buffer to throw the killer off. When the PI discovered Baylee’s old room had been bugged, Axe wasn’t surprised. He wanted the killer to conclude that Axe had turned over the investigation to the investigator, so Axe could be free to track things down behind the scenes.

He turned into the club’s lot and nodded to Puck who was in the back, scrubbing trashcans. Axe entered through the back, the scent of hickory surrounding him. In the kitchen, he watched Doris, Marlene, Cherri, and Addie talking and laughing as they prepared the food for the dinner after the rally.

The club sponsored three rallies a year: the big one in the fall at Cooper Peak, and two smaller ones at Lakewood Valley. The one set for the following day was to benefit a charity that helped bikers out with their children who’d been diagnosed with cancer. It killed Axe every time he’d see the kids at the rally. They were all in various stages, and the ones in the later stages saw the rally on their DVD player when their dads brought them the recording after the event.
Fuck. Life doesn’t make sense.

“Smells good,” he said as he neared the stove. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Beef ribs and honey-baked hams,” Addie replied as she stirred the glaze on the stovetop.

“Make a lot, we’re expecting a big crowd tomorrow night.”

“Chas told me, and he also wanted extra to bring home.” Addie laughed.

“See you, ladies.”

Axe made his way to the great room where he saw Chas, Jax, and Jerry sitting at a table, drinking beers. He headed over to them.

“Saw your old ladies cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Smells good,” he said to Chas and Jax.

“She’s cooking, and I’m babysitting.” Jax pointed to Paisley, who ran around the great room, squealing in delight.

“Me, too.” Chas pointed to his daughter, Hope, sleeping in a yellow car seat, a green blanket with giraffes on it tucked snug under her chin.

Axe shook his head. “Fuck. What the hell’s happened to us?”

“Loving a woman,” Chas replied.

Jax and Axe nodded.

“So, what’s the word?” Jerry asked. “We doing this on Tuesday?”

“Yeah. I had to verify some shit with my uncle, which took longer than I’d have liked. He didn’t cooperate in the beginning.” Axe threw back the shot of Jack the prospect set in front of him.

“Is he gonna snitch?” Jax questioned.

“Nah. He’s stupid, but he’s not crazy. He likes living too much.”

They chuckled then grew quiet as Axe explained the plans for the following Tuesday night.

E
xcitement was in
the air as bikers, their families, and citizens milled around the rally, checking out a few of the stands dotting the area. The maple and oak trees provided shade from the rays of a late August sun, and the breezes off the lake cooled the area.

Baylee had never seen so many people in leather. Women, men, and children donned leather boots, vests, and jackets, even though the temperature hovered around ninety degrees. A boy around eight years old with dark hair ran up to her and Axe.

“Uncle Axe, have you seen my mom and dad?”

“They were by the stage listening to the band. Come on, let’s go look for them.”

The boy looked up at Baylee, then back at Axe. “Is this your girlfriend Mom and Dad keep talking about?”

Red brushstrokes painted her cheeks, and she swatted Axe’s arm when he laughed deeply.