Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (26 page)

Tangling a handful of her hair in his hand, he guided her mouth to his dick, relishing in the feel of her warm mouth sucking him. As she sucked, licked, squeezed, and massaged his dick and balls, her eyes never left his. When she had the full length of him in her mouth, he fucked the back of her throat until his body tightened and he exploded, his come spurting down her throat, filling her. Still looking at him, she held his dick in her mouth until it softened. Then, pulling it out, she licked off the rest of his seed, shimmed up his chest and kissed him on the mouth, making him taste his own salty tang.

“How do you like the way you taste?” A wicked smile crossed her lips.

His tongue skimmed over her mouth. “Love the way I taste on your lips, sweetness.”

Clasping her against him with his muscled arms, he eased her down on the blanket, nestling her against his side as he caressed her back.

“You okay?” Jax broke the silence.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re so quiet. I wanna make sure you’re with me and not with a memory from your past.”

“I’m listening to you breathe. It’s a lovely sound.”

Weightlessness spread over him and he felt like he was on a roller coaster, free-falling from the top of the track. Raising her chin, he said, “You’re something real special. You make me feel things no woman ever has. Are you comfortable with me?”

Biting her lip, she looked away. “I’m getting there. You’re the first man I’ve had sex with just for pleasure. I guess that means something. I know I really like being with you and talking to you. You’re the only one I’ve let into my personal life.”

Wanting her to say he was everything to her would have to wait for another time. The important thing was she was beginning to trust him and let him into her life. Cherri did something to him no other woman had done: she made him want to think about settling down. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Rolling on top of her, Jax nibbled her lips, and penetrated her mouth with one deep thrust of his tongue. Cherri’s pleased moan flooded Jax with heat. Leaving her delectable mouth, he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit it gently. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he lavished small kisses from her jaw down to her chest. Instinctively, her body arched toward him, bringing her tits closer to his mouth so he could suck them more deeply while his tongue explored her rosy peaks, bringing them to pebbled hardness. A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and sexy. I want to be inside you, to feel your pussy around my cock, tight and wet.” Jax’s breathing was ragged, and his hands explored the gentle lines of her waist and hips. Leaving her tits, he trailed his tongue down to her belly button, flicking her crystal piercing. Grasping it with his teeth, he tugged it as his hand squeezed her inner thigh, making her writhe under him, trembling at his touch.

“That makes you feel good, doesn’t it, sugar?” he said as he felt her flesh quiver.

“It feels real good. Oh, so good,” she gasped in short breaths.

“Wait ’til I lick your sweet pussy.”

A small whimper caught in her throat, making the need to fuck her, to possess her, surge through Jax like a deluge. He couldn’t have enough of her. Ever. Lowering his head past her thighs, he licked her in one hard swipe, from the opening of her sweet heat to the tip of her sensitive bud. Burying his mouth in her folds, his tongue expertly tapped and circled it while his fingers slid into her heat. Cherri bucked under his plunging fingers and tongue, whispering, “I want you in me. Oh, please, I want you in me.”

“Fuck, sweetness, I love it when you beg, but I want to taste you some more. Then I’m gonna fuck you real good.” Nibbling her swollen pussy, he slid his tongue between her folds while the tip of his index finger rapidly stroked her clit. As her body tensed and her cries mounted, Jax knew she was close to peaking so he grabbed his jeans, took out a condom, and rolled it over his hardness. On his knees, he glided his palms under Cherri’s thighs, hoisting them up so her legs rested on his shoulders.

Teasing her with the tip of his cock poised at her hot opening, Jax stroked her clit until she screamed out, “Fuck me, dammit!”

Slowly sliding his cock inside her, he stretched and filled her as he watched her sweet face contort in desire and pleasure. As soon as his dick was inside, her silky walls tightened, grasping him while she gasped, lifting her hips up to meet his thrust. Bowing his head, he swallowed her cry with his mouth as he kissed her deeply then gripped her hips while he sunk into her again. Wet heat clutched him as he moved in and out, reveling in the friction of her tightness encasing his cock.

Knotting the blanket in her fists, she screamed out as her climax burst into a million pieces of pleasure. As she convulsed, Jax grunted as her spasms pumped his dick.

“Fuck, sugar. I’m on fire, and I wanna fuck your sweet pussy deep and hard,” he rasped as he flipped her over, placing her on her knees.

“I don’t want to do it that way. I can’t do it from behind. No, no, no! Not that. Never that,” Cherri cried as she twisted and scrambled away, cowering on the blanket with her arms crossed around her raised knees.

Startled, Jax reached out to her, putting his hand on her knee. “What’s going on, sweetness?” He brushed the damp wisps of hair from her face.

Rocking back and forth, she said in a barely audible voice, “I just can’t. I’m sorry. I really am. I just can’t.
He
always took me from behind. I can’t.” Breaking into sobs, Cherri buried her head in her chest.

Enveloping her in his protective arms, he said, “Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m gonna make sure he never hurts you again.” Stroking her hair and cradling her in his embrace, Jax’s jaw hardened. The bastard was going to pay for messing up his woman.

It took a long time for the darkness to leave Cherri’s mind, but Jax held her close as she pushed the memories away.

She stared out at the lake. “I’m sorry I ruined our outing.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, sugar. I wanted you to see the lake and spend time with you. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” She kissed him lightly on the chin. “Thanks for sharing this with me. We should probably go.”

Standing up, Jax helped Cherri to her feet. After dressing, they walked hand-in-hand to his motorcycle. As the summer twilight brought magenta-purple skies, Jax rode the Harley back to Pinewood Springs with his special woman pressed against his back.

S
itting in a
borrowed SUV, taking a hit from a joint, Jax watched as Cherri’s stepfather exited the pool hall on Colfax Ave. For the past week, Jax had been in Denver trailing the bastard, learning his routine so he would know when he could exact his vengeance on the piece of shit. When Hawk gave him the slip of paper with all of the fucker’s information, Jax couldn’t wait to confront Scott Dyer—his woman’s fucking boogeyman.

In his mid-forties, Scott played pool two nights a week. He was a small-time hustler and usually pulled in a couple hundred dollars on a good night. Standing on the sidewalk, cigarette dangling from his mouth, he spoke with a few guys before they all scattered to their own lives.

Jax watched the bastard throw his cigarette down on the pavement and stub it out with his foot before he trudged down the street. The asshole parked in a lot around the corner, which was a good thing because there were no street lights. Turning the SUV down the dark street, Jax parked, quietly shut the door, and in four long strides, he was behind the man who caused so much pain in his woman’s life. Startled from the crunch under Jax’s foot, the stepfather whirled around, fear etched on his face.

“Got a light?” Jax’s voice was hard as steel.

“Sure.”

Jax sneered as he heard the forced gaiety in the dumb fuck’s voice, but his trembling fingers as he handed Jax the lighter gave him away.
Asshole thinks I’m gonna mug him. After I’m done with him, he’s gonna wish that’s all I had in mind.
Ice flowed through Jax’s veins as he took in the slump-shouldered man: about five foot nine; dark hair, which was graying at the temples; small, beady eyes; and a slight belly. The stench of cigarettes and beer wafted from him, and Jax couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he smelled when he was raping a young Cherri. A seething rage consumed Jax, but he knew he had to stay cool to make sure everything went as he planned.

“Did you do pretty good shooting pool?” Jax asked calmly as he lit up another joint.

Darting his eyes back and forth, Cherri’s stepfather placed his hand on his car door. “Not so good.”

When the fuck opened the door, Jax struck, placing a chokehold on him and dragging him to the SUV.

“What the fuck is going on?” the stepfather choked out.

“I’m taking you on a ride to Hell, asshole.” A single, vicious punch ended the struggle as Cherri’s stepfather slumped on the passenger’s seat. Picking up his cell phone, Jax dialed then said into the mouthpiece, “It’s in a parking lot on Fourteenth and Lafayette, right off Colfax. You got the car description and plates, right?” Looking over his shoulder, Jax changed lanes as he headed for the freeway. “Yeah, that’s it. I’ll call you later. Thanks, man. I owe you.” Merging onto the interstate, Jax, jaw jutted out and eyes narrowed, turned on the radio to his favorite metal station as he made the trip back to Pinewood Springs.

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Throwing a bucket
of cold water in Scott Dyer’s face elicited an enormous surge of pleasure from Jax. He’d been watching the tied-up fuck-face for the last hour, and the jerk was still out of it. Sometimes, Jax didn’t realize his own strength. Years of weight lifting and martial arts training turned him into a lethal weapon, a good asset to have as the club’s enforcer. One time, after a disrespectful jerk had tried to take his colors, Jax killed him with one punch. He hadn’t meant to kill him; he’d wanted to teach him a little respect. It’d been a nasty situation since the jerk had been a citizen, and the badges would’ve been buzzing around. His club had stood strongly behind him by making sure there hadn’t been any witnesses or evidence. Banger had been pissed as hell over the whole incident, but he’d had Jax’s back—all the brothers did—and life went on as though nothing had happened.

Jax was glad his punch didn’t kill the piece of shit in front of him, because he wanted to make sure he suffered before he died. Before the night was over, Scott Dyer would beg for death.

Shaking his head, Scott’s eyes opened slowly as he struggled against the ropes which secured him to the hard, steel folding chair. “Where am I? Who the hell are you?” he spat.

“I’m the enforcer.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” As he shifted in his chair, a grimace of pain spread over his face.

Taking out a long, thin-bladed knife, Jax walked over to the restrained man, placed the sharp tip against his throat, bent down, and said in a low and cruel voice, “I’m seeing justice is served for all the fucked-up shit you did to my woman, you bastard.”

Blinking rapidly, he replied, “Your woman? I don’t even know you. I think you got the wrong guy. I don’t know your woman.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I forgot, you don’t go in for
women
—only young girls, right? Sick fuck. My woman’s Cherri, and I hate your fuckin’ wimp ass for what you did to her.”

When he heard her name, his face blanched. With trembling lips, he hung his head.

“Let’s see how strong you are with a man, you piece of shit.” Kicking his prey over with his steel-toed boot, Jax kneeled on the ground next to the whimpering man. “You’re gonna pay for every sick thing you did to Cherri. You screwed her up, you made her cry, you made her not believe in herself, and I’m gonna make sure you understand that before I stick my blade in you and hear you squeal like a gutted pig.”

“I’ll die knowing her sweet piece of ass belonged to me. I was her first. You’ll always know it. She was young and pure, the perfect combination for fu—”

Cracking bone from Jax’s full-on punch to Scott Dyer’s face interrupted him. Yanking him by the hair, Jax sat the scum upright. Blood oozed from his nose and soaked the front of his shirt. Scott laughed dryly then spit out a couple of teeth which had come loose from the punch.

Leaning in close, Jax snarled, “The fun is just beginning, asshole.”

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