Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (31 page)

He stood a long time at the window. The towering mountains were silhouettes against the darkening sky. Streetlights cast an amber glow on the pavement, and cars’ headlights shined like lighthouse beacons in the growing blackness. Ian didn’t turn on any lights in his room. He often stood motionless in the dark, watching and thinking as violent images of past jobs or people he’d like to hurt weaved through his mind, like thread on a sewing spool.

A spark pricked his space; it looked like a firefly on a summer’s evening. He lit and inhaled his cigarette deeply, relishing in the way the nicotine and smoke filled his lungs. The glowing tip made his shadowed features gruesome and evil-looking.

With a thin, cruel smile, he whispered aloud, “Game over, baby, and I fucking won.”

T
he dawn’s light
filtered in through the curtains moving slightly in the chilly, early morning breeze. Chas, back against the headboard, watched Addie as she slept. She was fucking beautiful. A rosy nipple peeked out from the long hair covering her tits. Her parted lips tempted him to slip his tongue in between them. Just looking at her made his heart beat faster.

What the fuck is going on with me?
He didn’t want another woman in his life. Since his divorce, he’d been more than happy with easy pussy, and the last thing he needed was a relationship. After his break-up, he’d made it a strict rule not to spend the night at a woman’s house. Since he’d met Addie, though, he’d broken that rule many times.

Addie was different from any other woman he’d ever met. He couldn’t wait to be with her and have her next to him. Spending time with her in her small, cozy apartment felt like the pieces of a puzzle fitting together. There was something about her, or he was becoming weak-assed. What was it with her? When he was young and horny every second of the day, Brianna with her pumped-up tits and long, blonde hair made his cock jump every time he saw her. They fucked like rabbits, but after each session, he couldn’t wait to jump on his bike and go for a ride. Once he decided to call it quits, he never felt a second of remorse. Brianna had never been in his heart, and her sex appeal had disappeared a long time back.

Chas loved fucking Addie, but after they’d been together, all he wanted was more of her. There was no doubt she had his cock, and even though he hated it like hell, his heart was opening up to her, too. But Addie’s soft curves, her full lips, and her sweet-tasting pussy pulled him in ways that pissed him off. She’d sneaked into his life—no woman had ever done that. In the time Chas had known her, he’d shared more with her than he had in all the years he and Brianna had been together. Chas felt closer to Addie than he ever did to Brianna, and she was the fucking mother of his son.

He didn’t like where his heart was going. He’d built himself a good life and had pussy whenever he wanted it—no strings or emotions attached. It was perfect. But it wasn’t enough for him anymore.

Addie moved toward him in her sleep, her arm wrapping around his chest as she snuggled against him. Chas pulled her closer, and as he held her, his cock grew hard. Not moving, he watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. What he should do was move on top of her and fuck her hard and fast. He exhaled slowly as he raked his fingers through her hair. Surprise spread over Chas. He liked Addie in his arms. Never had he held a woman without fucking her. How had this happened?

Fuck.

Addie stirred. Chas smiled at her while she yawned then he bent down, kissing her as he cupped her breasts. She stretched like a cat and rolled away from him.

“Damn. It’s already eight-fifteen. I have to be at work in less than forty-five minutes.” She leapt from the bed.

Chas laughed.

“Must be nice not to have to work for a living.” Addie tossed her hair as she grabbed her robe.

“Keeping thirty-plus Harleys in good running order is more than a full-time job, precious.”

“Does the club own a repair shop?”

“We have a mechanic shop down a little ways from the clubhouse. There are several brothers who work there with me. Sometimes, I help out at Hawk’s repair shop. My hours are flexible, but the work still needs to get done.”

“I don’t have flexible hours. I gotta hurry.”

She closed the bathroom door, and Chas heard water rushing out from the shower. Ten minutes later, Addie dashed back into the room, a towel around her. Like a madwoman, she flung open drawers, taking out different things. Chas watched her with amusement. She ran back into the bathroom, and fifteen minutes later, she came out. When Chas saw her in her blush pink bra with lace and tiny beads and her hipster matching panties, his cock stiffened. As he stood up, Addie zipped by him to grab her skirt from the chair near the window. He snagged her by the waist, drawing her flush to him.

“Chas, I can’t. I gotta get dressed.” She giggled.

He ran his fingers through her hair, growling. Chas buried his face in her hair and smelled her fresh scent. Hands moved down to her fleshy hips, and he dug his fingers into them while he rubbed his hardness against her.

“I have to get to—”

His mouth crushed against hers, silencing Addie.

Chas pulled her with him on top of the bed. She squirmed underneath him. “I’m going to be late for work.”

He trailed small kisses over her face and neck. “Aren’t you the boss, babe?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to set a bad example.”

“You’re allowed to be naughty sometimes.” He chuckled.

He sucked her nipples until they hardened like small pebbles. She whimpered a delicious sound, which hit him like molten fire running through his body. The noises she made when they fucked drove him insane. They stayed with him well after she was gone.

When his hand stroked her stomach and slid lower to her inner thighs, she moaned and clenched them. Glancing up at her, her contorted face brought heat to his cock, and it took all his strength to hold back and not pummel into her hard and fast. Chas touched her clit. “Is this what you need, precious? You want me to touch your sweet, sexy spot?”

Addie moaned and nodded.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I love how wet you are.”

One of his fingers slipped through her wet slit, and he pushed it higher as his tongue flicked her nub to hardness. He reached up and covered Addie’s nipples with her juices. Chas moved forward, bent his head down and licked her wetness off her nipples.

“I fuckin’ love the way you taste. I love your fuckin’ body. I love fucking you.” His smoldering gaze caught her heated one as he licked her from his lips.

Chas took Addie’s hand and guided it down to her pussy. “Put your hand there and rub your wet clit. I’m gonna spread you wide open.” With his elbows under her thighs, he did just that. “Keep touching yourself, babe. It’s so fuckin’ hot to see.”

Addie’s fingers flicked faster against her sweet nub. She closed her eyes, her teeth biting on her lower lip.

“Open those pretty green eyes. I wanna look into your eyes when you come.”

“I love feeling you raw inside me.”

Fuck yeah.

“Keep those shamrock greens open, precious.”

Eyes open, they widened and she whimpered when he slammed his thick cock into her slick heat.

“Oh, that is so good. Oh,” she moaned as her hand furiously rubbed her clit.

Addie’s pussy hugged his pulsing dick tight. Her silkiness and the friction against his length sent hot shocks up and down his spine. In all his fucking, he’d never had a woman like Addie. She fit his body perfectly, and he had no goddamned idea how he would ever let her go. He was so fuckin’ confused about what they had going. She was his elixir. Chas had no idea how that had happened, but it had, and he needed her like an alcoholic needed his drink. Addie was his shot of whiskey—burning, smooth, and so fucking good.

Chas felt her pussy clench around his throbbing cock. Her face was red, her eyes were closed, and her teeth bit down on the corner of her lower lip. When the first round of spasms hit, they grabbed his dick over and over. As her second wave of pleasure seized him, he stiffened then released his hot seed inside her. Pumping and grunting, Chas wanted to fill her with every drop.

“You fuck real good. I want you full of my seed so when you’re wet and dripping today, you’ll remember me. I want to be in you all day, babe.” He grunted, pushing in harder. “All. Fuckin’. Day.”

“You make me feel so good. I’ve never felt like this with a man. You know how to push my buttons.”

Leaning down, he kissed her. “I can’t get enough of you, precious.”

Squeezing him close to her, Addie threaded her fingers through his hair. “All I do is wait until I see you again,” she whispered.

After their breathing returned to normal, he rolled her into his side, her head resting in the crook of his arm. Addie looked up at him, her shining gaze warmed his heart.

“You know, I’ve never had an orgasm before we started sleeping with each other. I faked it with my last… relationship.”

Chas tilted her chin up. “No shit? Didn’t the guy know you were faking?”

“No. He was very self-absorbed.”

“So, you didn’t come when he touched you?”

She sighed. “He never did. His idea of sex was a few kisses, painful tugs and pinches of my boobs, and sticking it in me until he came.” Addie licked his chin. “I never knew it could be like this. I knew I wasn’t frigid like he’d often tell me, because when I’d touch myself, I’d fly. But nothing I did compares to the way it is with you. It’s incredible.” Nuzzling against him, she said in a low voice, “You’ve spoiled me. I’m hooked.”

“I’m hooked, too, precious.”

And I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do about it. I can’t have a relationship. It doesn’t fit into my life. Fuck.

“I really do have to get to work.” Addie rolled away from him. “Go get ready. I gotta leave in twenty minutes. Do you want some orange juice?”

“Nah,” Chas said as he lumbered to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Chas and Addie descended the porch steps. The cool fall air had a definite nip to it. Inhaling deeply, he said, “Winter’s coming. Feel that frosty chill? I wouldn’t be surprised if high peaks get a white dusting this weekend.”

“Brr—it’s cold out here. I should’ve worn my warmer jacket. I won’t be too disappointed if the snow comes later rather than sooner.”

As they approached her car, a shadow behind the evergreens caught Chas’s eye. He whirled around, but nothingness greeted him. A sense of foreboding surrounded him, and he drew Addie closer. For reasons he couldn’t articulate, he was afraid something was going to happen to her.

I’m being paranoid since the fuckin’ Deadly Demon messed with her.

After surveying the area again, he was satisfied everything seemed all right. But he made sure Addie was safely in her car before he kicked up his bike and took off toward the clubhouse.

I
n the shadows,
Ian had spied on the couple as they’d kissed and hugged each other. As they’d left, he’d noticed the biker was an Insurgent. Trying to quell his anger, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Ian’s wife had kissed and touched the biker with an intimacy she’d never shown him.
Fucking bitch.

Lizzie had fallen for an outlaw? The idea seemed ludicrous, even though he could see the irony of it—he was a hitman, after all. But Lizzie hadn’t known
that
before they’d married, and when she’d found out she’d fled from him, repulsed by the sight, the
thought
of him.
And now she’s knowingly fucking an outlaw biker.
It enraged him, but he couldn’t let his emotions run amuck.

The biker element had thrown a kink in Ian’s plan. He’d have to assess the situation for a bit longer before he made his move. When the moment was right, he’d strike, and he’d kill anyone who came in his way. Ian stomped out his cigarette, turned around, and walked away, his feet crunching under the frost still clinging to the grass.

*     *     *

“Hey, dude, how’s
your customizing coming along?” Chas asked as Axe slid on the bar stool next to him.

“Slow, but Hawk’s gonna help out at his shop, so it should pick up.”

The prospect placed two beers in front of them. After a long pull from his, Axe asked, “How’s fuckin’ your son’s teacher working out?”

Chas bristled. “What the fuck?”

Axe laughed. “Man, don’t act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. You’ve got that love shit look in your eyes whenever you’ve just come back from fuckin’ her or when you hear her name. It’s pathetic, bro.”

Throttle sauntered over to join in on the fun. He placed his hand on Chas’s shoulder. “Fuck, brother, you should’ve learned your lesson after having Brianna in your life. Why the fuck any man would give up different and easy pussy for a ball and chain is beyond me. Hell, I’ll die without an old lady attached to me, and that’ll suit me just fine.”

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just having some fun, that’s all,” Chas told them.

“That ain’t all, dude. Different pussy—two and three at a time—that’s having fun. One steady pussy—shit, that spells trouble.” Axe drained his beer bottle.