Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (23 page)

“I’ll try and keep my eyes open. Whenever I’m tense, I close my eyes during sex so I can go to my safe place if I have to.”

“What? What the fuck does that mean?”

Cherri’s fingers touched her parted lips as she shook her head. “Uh… I don’t know why the hell I said that. It’s nothing, just a stupid game I play with myself sometimes…” Her voice trailed off.

“You know you’re safe with me, right? I’m not gonna hurt you. When we were together that one time in your bedroom, you were cool. Why’re you so jumpy now?”

“I’m nervous about not being on the floor. I know it’s silly, but I should be out there.”

“Are you sure that’s all that’s going on?”

Nodding, Cherri squirmed again under Jax, arching her back while rubbing her wet pussy against his thigh. Lust replaced concern and Jax cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them. After he left a path of nips and licks from her face to her cleavage, he bit at the soft flesh of her rounded tits and sucked in his breath when he saw her pink areolas pucker around her stiff nipples. While his mouth latched on to her nipple, sucking it, his teeth grazed over its tautness as his other hand caressed her ass. Cherri gasped and writhed as he sucked her tits, looking at his bent head. Jax glanced up and locked a heated stare with the woman who had entered his heart.

“You like that, sweetness? I love your tits.”

In a breathy voice, she said, “They’re not too small for you? I thought all bikers loved big tits.”

“Not me, sugar. You’ve got the perfect size for me. I love your tits. Hell, I just fuckin’ love your body.”

As he licked her breasts, he twisted her nipples, running his tongue over the scars on the underside of her breasts. Shifting under him, he felt her muscles tense.

“N-n-not there,” she whispered.

“I love your whole body, sweetie. These scars are a part of you, and they’re beautiful, too.” He didn’t stop licking; he wanted her to trust him and love the beauty of her body. As he licked her scars, the uncertainty and shame slowly melted into desire and lust. He continued his mouth’s descent over her stomach and down between her inner thighs where he softly bit the fleshy part, making her groan as she tried to close her legs.

“No way, sweetness. All those juices are for me. I plan to lick you dry.”

Spreading her legs even further, he moved his gaze from her smoldering eyes to the loveliness of her pink, glistening pussy. The swollen lips were slightly parted, revealing her shiny, rosy folds that looked so tempting his mouth was watering. He
had
to taste her honeyed slit.

When he slid his finger between her folds, opening her engorged lips, she yelled out, arching her back to bring her pussy closer to his face.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said.

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” Cherri panted.

“Not yet, sweet one. I got some plans for your pussy before I take you over the edge.” Placing his full mouth on her quivering sex, he ran his tongue up and down, flicking her hardening nub. Sucking her clit, he inserted two fingers into her.

“Fuck that feels so good. So good. Oh, my God,” she said.

“You taste like honey and vanilla, and it’s become my favorite flavor. You are so sweet. Fuck, I could stay buried in your pussy all day. Fuck, sweetness.” His voice vibrated against her sensitive clit, and he saw her skin pebble as he spoke.

Jax’s blood heated and his cock throbbed painfully. Slipping a condom from his jeans’ pocket, he rolled it on. Taking the tip of his dick, he rubbed it back and forth over her hard bud while he jammed his fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. Her walls tightened around his fingers and he knew she was ready to erupt.

“Jax, it feels too good. Oh, my God. Oh, oh, oh…” Convulsing from hundreds of pleasure spasms, she closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side. She placed one hand on her mouth to stifle her screams and her other hand jerked Jax’s hair, making him wince. As her body relaxed, Jax took her legs and thrust them over his shoulders. He massaged her tits and flicked her still-erect nipples, and she panted, still coming down from her orgasm but already aching for more. Bending down, he licked up her juices then leaned over and kissed her, deep and wet.

“You taste good, don’t you, sweetie? Have you ever tasted yourself?”

Shaking her head, she licked the taste off her lips and looked into his liquid-hazel eyes. Smiling, he dipped his dick in her wetness and pushed her back further into the couch while his hardness pressed against her entrance. Watching her thrash under him with her tits bouncing, he rammed his cock into her slick pussy. He had planned to be gentle and slow, but his urge was too great, so he banged her hard and with each thrust, he went in deeper. Cherri’s panting breaths punctuated with yelps of pleasure drove him harder and deeper. He tensed at the same time her walls closed in around him. With a resounding, “Oh, fuck!” in unison, they both climaxed, each of their orgasms releasing pent-up desires they’d been suppressing for so long.

Jax laid on top of Cherri, stroking her hair as his body cooled down. He rolled off her then placed her on top of him as he wrapped his arms around her. For a long while, they held each other in silence. Stirring, she kissed his chest then pulled herself up. “I better get back to work. I’ve been gone too long.”

“Let Emma handle things for the rest of the night. I want to spend more time with you. Let’s go back to your place.”

“I can’t do that. Emma would be pissed.”

“What the hell is she gonna do? Fire you for fuckin’ the boss? I don’t think so, sweet one.” Jax sat up and kissed her shoulders, which were soft like velvet.
What the hell does she do to have such soft skin?

“I know, but Emma depends on me, and I don’t wanna let her down, you know?”

“What about me, sweetness? I want more time with you. You gonna let me down?”

Placing her hand on his, she smiled. “No, I’m not gonna do that. You can come to my place when I get off. I’ll be home at three o’clock. You can stay with me.”

He hugged her, bringing her flush against his hard chest. Kissing her neck, he said against her skin, “Three o’clock seems like a long time.”

“It’s only a few hours from now. I really gotta go. Be good and let me get dressed.” She gave him a quick kiss on his lips and jumped away from him, avoiding his reach.

Jax watched as she bent over, her ass open, begging for him to come in. He never thought it could be so sexy to watch a woman put
on
her clothes, but the way Cherri poured her body into her outfit made his dick hard as hell.
Oh, yeah.

She blew him a kiss and walked out the door, her heels clacking on the floor as he watched her until she disappeared. Sighing loudly, he thought about the posers who never rode their motorcycles past their driveways. It pissed him off, and it was exactly what he needed to get rid of his hard-on. Cherri did something to him, and all he wanted was to be back in her pussy, crawling all over her small, sexy body.

Fuck
.
Remember the posers, the assholes who think they’re bikers. I bet fucking Cherri on my Harley would rock. Damn, think about the posers. Fuck!

Thirty minutes later, Jax zipped up his jeans and walked out of Cherri’s dressing room. He slammed right into Peaches.

“Damn. Sorry, I didn’t see you. You okay?”

Peaches, jabbing a finger in Jax’s chest, said, “No, I’m not okay. What the fuck were you doing in the bitch’s dressing room?” Her face flushed and spittle formed in the corners of her mouth.

“None of your fuckin’ business.”

As Jax went to maneuver around her, Peaches blocked his way. “I need to talk to you.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” Jax said.

“Yeah, we do. I’ve missed you, babe. I know you’re busy with club business and all, and I understand all that. I’m just glad to see you.” Her words rushed out, and her hands kept clenching and unclenching. “I just need to know we’re okay. I’m cool with everything. I’ll be yours on
your
terms. I won’t bug you about being your ol’ lady, even though it’s something I hope will happen. I’m not gonna pressure you, baby. I’m cool with whatever space you need. I just need for us to be back on track. You know—”

“There is no
us
, Peaches. We had a good time, and you were a good fuck. You should do fine finding another brother to be with. Hell, you’ll probably end up
someone’s
old lady, but you’ll never be mine.”

“What’re you talking about? We’re together. We’re in a relationship.” Peaches frowned.

“
We
aren’t in anything. We just aren’t. Seems pretty simple to me.”

Peaches stood silent, her eyes flashing. Jax, tired of the scene, brushed past her. As he walked toward the bar room, he heard a piercing cry full of hate and frustration. When he spun around, an enraged Peaches barreled toward him: her face beet red, arms flayed, screams deafening. Before she threw herself at him, he caught her by the arms, trying to calm her down as she kicked at him. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “You bastard! You think you can fuck me and leave me just like that? And for some icy cunt? No fuckin’ way.”

Jax, holding her away from him as she twisted and jerked, said, “Calm down, Peaches. I never promised you shit, and you know it. I told you right from the start it was for fuckin’ and if we had fun along the way, great. You told me you were cool with it, and now you’re going all fuckin’ crazy on me. Fuck that. And don’t ever call my woman a cunt again or I’ll cut your tongue outta that dirty mouth of yours. Now do you got that?
Cunt?
”

Peaches went limp, slumping down to the floor, her legs spread open as the blood drained from her face. She whispered, “Your woman?”

Jax stared at her with flinty eyes. “Yeah, my woman. I’m with Cherri now, and I’m gonna claim her.” His features softened a bit. “You’re a lot of fun, and you won’t have trouble finding a man. For me, it’s always been Cherri. You knew that. You knew you and I were just having fun and passing the time. You gotta move on.”

Raising herself up, Peaches threw back her shoulders and looked Jax right in the eyes. “I will never forgive you for humiliating me like this. You’re gonna find out what happens to people who mess with me, and so is that little bitch you just fucked. You’ll both be sorry.” She spun around and ran out the backdoor into the night.

Jax held himself back from running after her and laying into her. No one ever threatened him. Afraid he’d do something real bad to her, like fucking end her life, he stood there, nostrils flaring, hands in fists, and forced himself to chill. Concentrating on the fact that he’d be together with Cherri in less than three hours helped to ease his anger. Calmer, he walked up to the bar, ordered a beer, and watched the dancer stripping on stage.

J
ax took a
hit on his joint as he waited for Cherri to come home. The neighborhood was dark and quiet, and a freight train’s whistle, wailing in the distance, was the only sound penetrating the night’s solitude. Many times a night, freight trains clanked their wheels on the steel tracks which ran through the heart of Pinewood Springs. As a child, Jax would hang out by the tracks which curled through the valley, and he’d often daydream of riding the rails and seeing the country. He thought standing on top of one of the boxcars with the wind whipping around him would be the closest feeling to absolute freedom he could find. He never did ride the rails, but he found something better—a lightning-speed Harley with cams that could out-scream any freight train’s whistle. His first ride on a motorcycle gave him the freedom he dreamed about as he lay on his stomach in the grassy field, watching the trains speed by. Once the wind slapped his face, he was hooked, and he never looked back.

A resident’s car door jarred his nostalgic musings, and he saw Cherri ambling on the sidewalk, her smile infectious and her body luscious. He leaned against his bike with his ankles crossed and his arms resting on the leather seat. Cherri came up to him, snaked her arms around his neck, and said, “Damn, you look sexy on your Harley.”

His dick jumped when he breathed in her lavender scent. Tracing the bottom of her lip with his thumb, his gaze lingered on her mouth. Darting her tongue out to lick his finger, he caught it between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. With the streetlight casting a halo around them, they kissed.

“Let’s go inside. It’s chilly out here.” Cherri shivered and he tugged her close to the heat of his body.

They entered the townhouse, warm air surrounding them. There weren’t any lights on, and it was quiet like a tomb.

“Are we alone?” Jax said.

“I think so. Lately, my roommates have been crashing at their boyfriends’ pads. It’s been nice to have the place to myself.”

Jax followed her upstairs to her bedroom, remembering the last time he was there. They’d fucked, and he was on top of the world until that bitch Peaches called and his stupidity made him lose Cherri. But he was back, having been given a second chance with her, and he had no intention of blowing it. He wanted her in his life, and he didn’t care why he did or whether he should—all he knew was that was what he wanted.

While Cherri undressed in the shadows, he sat on the bed. When she came toward him, he leaned over and switched on the lamp.

“No, turn off the light.” A hint of panic laced her voice.

“I want to see you when I fuck you, sweetness.”

“Someone will see us. Turn off the light.”

“So what if someone sees us? Could be kinda kinky, you know?” he joked.

A grimace broke out over her face, and she looked like she was in pain. Rising up, he shuffled to the window and closed the shutters. “Better? Now no one can see us. The light stays on. I want us to see each other while we fuck.”

Cherri, more relaxed, nodded and lay down on the bed, her silver, lacy bra and metallic thong shining under the lights. Her underwear’s brightness made her white skin appear even creamier. Jax bent over and kissed her stomach, his hand sliding under her ass. She moaned in pleasure.

As he kissed Cherri, Jax claimed her. “No other man will ever touch you. You’re mine. Your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass—all of it is mine.” For emphasis, he squeezed each part he claimed. “You belong to me, sweetness. You always have, ever since I laid eyes on you. We lost our way for a while, but we’re back, and I’m never letting you go. Got that? Never. Letting. You. Go.” Taking out a condom, he slid it over his thick, pulsing cock.