Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (11 page)

Staving him off with outstretched arms, she shook her head. “I’ll see you on Tuesday when you bring Jack to the library.”

Clenching his jaw, Chas nodded. Addie turned to leave then spun around and gave him a quick peck on his cheek and began to walk away. Chas gripped her hand and yanked her back to him, his hot gaze locking on her. Addie licked her lips as she stood still in his arms while he touched loose strands of hair around her face and brushed them across her soft skin, tucking them behind her ears. Addie breathed in, which shoved her heavy tits against Chas’s chest. He tilted her chin up and crushed his mouth on hers; her lips, soft and pliable, yielded to his. The feel of her warm lips on his sent an adrenaline rush through his body.

Drawing her closer, she threw her arms around his neck, and as he dug his fingers in her hair, his arm skimmed over hers, and goose bumps peppered her skin. As he claimed her mouth, he sucked her lips while he slid his tongue in between them. Inside, she tasted of sassafras and ginger. He pushed in deeper and when her tongue, hesitant at first, circled around his, the pleasure went straight to his cock.

As their tongues danced together, he tilted his head further to the side and caught the heady smell of wind and burnt wood in her hair.
Fuckin’ amazing.

While he sucked her tongue, Chas jerked her head back by her hair to give him deeper access to her wickedly delicious mouth. He ran his other hand down her back, over her hips, and down to her ass, cupping one of her sweet cheeks. Arching her back, she leaned further in to him, his stiff bulge smashing against her. Gyrating slightly, Chas squeezed his cock against her to relieve some of the building pressure. The small, erotic moan that escaped from her drove him insane.

The lights from the windows of her apartment building and the neighboring ones filtered out in the darkness, creating stripes on the lawn and pavement. The glow bathed the young couple as they clung to each other, their lips fused together.

A car backfiring startled them, and Chas, always ready for danger, pushed back, one hand releasing Addie as he reached for his gun. When he saw the neighbor’s car sputtering down the street, he laughed. Under the streetlight, Chas saw that her skin was flushed pink and she panted through her mouth. He smiled at her, and when she offered one in return, it was like the spark between them blew into a million pieces.

Pulling away from Chas, Addie appeared to become aware of her surroundings. “Um… I have to go,” she mumbled, stepping back to create space between them.

“Where’re you going? Come over here.” He felt the emptiness right away. He liked the way she felt in his arms.

“I don’t think we should’ve done that,” she said breathlessly.

“Why not? We’re both adults, and we both wanted it.”

“But I’m Jack’s instructor. I don’t think people would understand.”

“What people, and why would you think I give a damn about it? I don’t live by citizens’ rules. Now, come over here and give me your sweet mouth again.”

“No. I do care. I can’t risk getting fired over this.”

“No one’s gonna fire you ’cause we’re kissing. Lighten up, babe.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward him.

Addie broke free of his grasp. “I think we’re done. I lost my head. We don’t really know each other. I mean, I don’t even know where you were born or how many siblings you have, or anything. We haven’t even gone out.”

Looking at her earnest face, Chas laughed. “I’m from here, one sister, two parents, who you’ve already met, and I have a major hard-on after kissing you.”

“What?” Shock registered on her face.

“Do I shock you, baby? Look, if you want to play respectable and go out for chow before we fuck, I can do that. What’re you doing on Monday night?” Taking her by surprise, he yanked her back against him. “You feel that, honey? Yeah, that’s right, you did that to me. I’m not gonna lie to you. I think you’re a luscious, sexy woman and I’d like to fuck you right now, but I can wait and do things right.”

“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this.”

“It’s because you’ve been goin’ with citizens, who like to lie and play games. With me, you know what I want right from the start. With other guys, they want the same thing but pretend they don’t. I don’t go in for that shit. You know what I mean?” Looking at her wide eyes, he chuckled and pressed his lips to hers, murmuring, “You fuckin’ do somethin’ to me, precious. Love your lips.” Kissing them softly, he stroked her back. “So, is Monday gonna work?”

“For what?”

“Dinner. You said you want it proper, so I’m obliging.”

“I don’t know.” She pushed back from his embrace.

“You gotta eat and so do I, so let’s do it Monday night.”

“Okay, yeah, sure. Monday is fine. What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock. I gotta go, have to pick Jack up at my parents. I’ll make sure you get inside safely.” He looped his arm around her shoulders, then walked her up to the front door of her apartment building.

“Thanks,” she said as she inserted the key into the lock.

“Never need to thank me. I want to make sure you’re safe. Now, give me a kiss I can hold onto ’til Monday.” Drawing her into him, he gently kissed her mouth.

When she was halfway through the door, she yelled, “What about my pumpkin?”

Chas laughed deeply. “My dad will bring it by tomorrow. Cool?”

“Okay.”

She stood in the doorway, watching him take off. He rode through the semi-deserted streets. At a red light, he tipped his head back, looking up at the harvest moon, the sky illuminated by a blanket of stars. He grinned broadly, wishing it were Monday night.
What the fuck? I’m acting like it’s gonna be my first date.
The Harley roared through the streets, its loud engine echoing. Shaking his head, he said aloud, “Fuck, it
is
my first date. How the hell did she get me to ask her out?”

A
s she sat
on her balcony, the warmth of the sun covering her, Addie watched the two neighborhood boys across the street raking the fallen leaves.
Did I actually
make a date with Chas? What the fuck was I thinking? He’s a badass—outlaw club and all
.
What is it about bad boys that gets me all the time?
She knew she should forget about the sexy biker and stick with Matt, the reliable bookworm, but reliable wasn’t exciting—danger was. She groaned.

Deciding not to waste her Sunday afternoon by overthinking her attraction to Chas, she pulled out her folder of applications for the part-time position at the library, which she’d posted the previous week. She was in desperate need of someone to shelve and check out books.

Thumbing through the twenty applications, she narrowed it down to three: two women and a man. She ran a quick background check on the applicants to make sure nothing popped up. Satisfied that everything checked out, she decided she’d set up appointments later that week, hoping she would have a new employee by the end of it.

With her task finished, she went in her apartment to pour herself a glass of merlot. With wine glass in hand, she went back out and plopped down on her bamboo rocking chair. The colorful, blue-green seat cushion always made her smile. She loved color, and she tried to mix and match as much as taste would allow throughout her place.

Just on her balcony, her framed chairs had stripe patterns in reds, yellow, blues, and purples, and complementing scroll patterns in blues and greens. Several of her planters were decked out in a range of color, from pinks to oranges. When she lived with Ian in their Chicago penthouse, she didn’t participate much in the decorating. Ian insisted on white and ivory with a splash of beige as the color scheme. Their bedrooms and bathrooms resembled a hospital rather than a home. Everything was so sterile and cold. There wasn’t a cushy chair or couch in the whole damn condo. It was angular and devoid of creativity—it had mirrored her life. She shivered at the recollection, in spite of the warmth.

Sipping her wine, she replayed the staggering kiss Chas had given her the previous night. As they stood by his bike and he looked down at her—his black eyes smoldering, full lips curved in a sensual invitation—she didn’t want to refuse. The brief kiss they shared at the library the previous week awakened a spark in her she thought had burned out a long time before. She’d longed for another taste. The previous night, after they’d flirted so deliciously at the rally, she’d hoped he’d kiss her, even though she knew she could be compromising her position at the library. There was just something about Chas which evoked deep, sexual feelings in her.

After the rally, when he’d kissed her, it wasn’t
just a kiss
. He took hungry possession of her mouth and ignited a desire in her that shot from the tips of her breasts all the way down to her dampening pussy. Never had she had such a reaction from kissing a man.

Chas was all kinds of bad news with his rough exterior, outlaw attitudes, and the danger she saw in his eyes when he’d become angry, and she loved it all. But what she loved the most was the tenderness in his dark eyes whenever he looked at Jack. As much as he wanted the world to think he was a badass all the time, he was capable of deep love, not just for his son but for his parents, as well. Under all his gruff, he was a teddy bear in leather. She giggled—he’d die if she ever told him
that
.

In Addie’s assessment, the love Chas had for Jack made him a whole person, whereas Ian was just a cold, calculating sonofabitch all the time—it was his nature. When she’d met Ian, he pretended to be a kind, sophisticated man, who would love and cherish her. She had no clue he was a hardened, cold-blooded killer. All he ever wanted to do was possess her. The only reason he’d still be searching for her was to make certain she didn’t go to the police, and to take her back with him. After all, Ian never let his possessions go until
he
made the decision.

Her biggest obstacle was her life wasn’t normal, and she didn’t know if it ever would be. How could she start something with Chas if she couldn’t even tell him her real name or where she came from? Groaning, she wrestled with the fact that she was still a married woman. How in the fuck could she break the chains Ian had put around her?

Chances were pretty high Chas just wanted a fuck-buddy. She knew how bad boys were, always looking for another woman to conquer. Because she resisted him, Chas was interested, but she surmised that once she surrendered to him, the chase would be over, and he’d be out hunting for other prey. It wasn’t all bad because she wasn’t free, and she might have to leave town in the dead of the night. No attachments, other than physical pleasure, may be the way for her to relieve some of the aching pressure she’d acquired ever since she first met Chas. The danger, of course, was that she could fall head over heels in love with him. It was very possible; she felt a connection between them, and she knew he did, too. If she decided to take the plunge into the world of Chas Vickers, then she’d better guard her heart, lest she be lost forever.

*     *     *

Once again, Jack
waited for his mother—who was thirty minutes late—to pick him up. Before Addie picked up the phone to call her, Brianna stomped in, her over-sized silver hoop earrings swinging outward. Dressed in a skin-tight sweater and black leggings, disdain crossed her face when she looked at Addie. Curling up one side of her mouth, Brianna threw a glance at Addie’s hips and snorted.

“Jack did well today. He was the only one in the group who had his exercises down pat,” Addie said, her eyes shining as she looked at Jack.

Snubbing her, Brianna turned to Jack. “You ready? I don’t have all night. I have to be somewhere.”

“Why were you late?” Jack asked as he picked up his backpack.

“Something came up. Let’s get moving. You’re gonna have to stay with Ronica. I’ll drop you off.”

“Aw, Mom, I don’t wanna stay over there. Can’t she come to our house? What about Tilly? Why can’t she stay with me? I like her.”

“Tilly’s got school stuff, so Ronica is it. I don’t give a fuck what you wanna do.” Anger lit her eyes. “I don’t wanna keep taking and picking you up. If you weren’t so fuckin’ stupid, you could read, and I wouldn’t have to drag my ass here all the fuckin’ time.”

Jack’s face crumpled, and his bottom lip quivered. “I’m tired. I just wanna go home.”

“Well, newsflash—I’m fuckin’ tired of you! Get your ass moving.” Brianna shoved him ahead of her.

Addie placed her hand on Jack’s shoulder and held Brianna’s gaze. “I don’t like the way you’re talking to Jack, and I can’t allow you to verbally abuse him like that. Also, you cannot use foul language in the library. There are other children in here and people who don’t want to hear it or be part of your drama.”

Scrunching up her face, Brianna yelled, “I don’t give a
fuck
what you like! You don’t tell me what the
fuck
to do. Just because you think you’re better than I am because you went to some college or something, doesn’t mean shit to me. You’re nothing but a fuckin’ fat pig.” Jerking Jack’s arm, she pulled him away from Addie’s grasp. “I said let’s go Jack.
Now
.”