Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (27 page)

In the early
morning hours of the next day, Jax entered the clubhouse, his t-shirt and jeans stained in blood, and motioned to the prospect to pour him a shot of whiskey. Throwing back the warm liquid, his throat scorched and his insides warmed.

“So, it’s finished?” Chas asked.

“Yep, but it ended too soon for me. I could kill that bastard over and over for what he did to Cherri.” Jax threw back another shot; the inside of his mouth burned from the whiskey. “Gotta go clean up.” Raising his chin at Chas, Jax walked up the stairs toward his room and bumped into Banger.

Moving his eyes over Jax, Banger said, “Didya make sure nothing can trace back to the Insurgents?”

Nodding, Jax leaned against the wall. “Not a trace.”

Clapping a hand on Jax’s shoulder, Banger walked away without a word while Jax opened the door and retreated into his room.

*     *     *

Later that afternoon,
when Cherri opened the front door, Jax smiled as he stepped in and hugged her closely, breathing in her scent. Tipping her chin up, he dipped down and kissed her tenderly. Looking intently at her, he said in a hushed tone, “He’s gone and you’re safe. It’s over, sweetness.”

“What?” she said as her eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted.

“I took care of everything. I made sure the bastard paid for what he did to you. He pissed his pants like I knew he would. Your monster was a coward. The nightmare’s over.” Kissing the top of her vanilla-scented hair, Jax felt Cherri shiver in his arms.

“You killed him?” she whispered into his chest.

“I made sure he paid for what he did.”

“What does that mean? Did you kill him?”

Tilting her head up, he locked his eyes on hers and saw relief replacing the fear behind her artic blue eyes. “I made him suffer for what he did to you; let’s leave it at that.”

Swallowing hard, Cherri nodded. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“You never have to thank me. You’re my woman, and I have your back. My job is to make sure you’re safe and no one hurts you.”

“Safe? I haven’t felt safe in years. Maybe I can relax again.” Gazing at him, she smiled sweetly.

Jax lowered his mouth and kissed her hard, and she melted into him. Need swept over him and every fiber in his body craved her taste, her softness, and her touch. He wanted to possess every part of her and lose himself in her. Cherri met the thrust of his tongue eagerly, rubbing her hands over the expanse of his chest. Creating an inch of space between them, he perused her arousal-tinted cheeks and her lips, red and swollen from his kiss.

“Fuck, I want you.”

“I want you, too.”

Crashing his mouth on hers again, Jax swooped her up in his tatted arms and carried her upstairs to her room while she trailed her kisses down his jaw to his collarbone. Laying her on the bed, he covered her with his raw power and heat, slipping his fingers under her t-shirt until he cupped her breast. Pushing her t-shirt up over her chest, he licked the hollow space in the middle as his fingers unhooked her bra’s front clasp, revealing two pale tits with pink-tipped nipples. She cried out when he took her nipple into his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth then sucking it hard as he kneaded her other breast with his hand. Tangling her fingers in his sandy brown hair, she pushed her hips upward, pressing against his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ precious, and you’re all mine.” Jax said against her tits.

Jax pulled away and took off his t-shirt and jeans, then unzipped Cherri’s white shorts, sliding them off along with her white lace thong. Desire and lust brimmed in Cherri’s eyes, and the heat of her look practically sent Jax over the edge. Fire consumed him and drove him on to give his woman immense pleasure—his release could wait. He snatched Cherri into his arms again and buried his head in her soft flesh, inhaling her scents of vanilla, lavender, and Cherri. Closing her fingers around his dick, she stroked it, her thumb brushing across his smooth tip. He moaned helplessly as his cock throbbed under her touch.

“Damn, sweetie, that’s what I like. You holding my cock makes me want to explode.”

“I love your cock,” she said in a low voice.

“It’s all yours, sweetness. It’s only for you.” Lifting her head up, she pressed her lips to his chest and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Jax let out a primal growl.

Afraid he was going to lose total control before he satisfied her, he grasped Cherri’s hands and traced her palms with his tongue, easing her head back on the pillow. Scooting down, he ran his closed mouth over her inner thighs and her engorged pussy lips. She writhed beneath him as his tongue laved her folds, making her spread her legs wider and giving him better access to her delicious mound. Taking in the scent of her arousal, Jax moved his tongue to her heated opening and entered. Small whimpers came in succession as Cherri squirmed under Jax’s penetrating tongue.

“God, that’s too good. You’re gonna make me come. I want to feel you inside me, and I want it raw. I’m on the pill and clean. Just did my monthly test at Dream House.”

Tilting his head up, he smiled, her wetness glistening around his mouth. “I’m clean, too. Always use a condom. Can’t wait to
really
feel your sweet pussy clenching my cock.”

Inserting his tongue back into her hotness, he moved it in and out while she moaned and pulled his hair.

“You taste good. You ready for some good fuckin’?”

“Oh yeah. Oh, oh—” Cherri put her hand over her mouth as her body stiffened.

Placing the tip of his dick inside her, he bent over, kneading her tits and sucking her nipples.

“It’s too much, Jax. Fuck me.”

Thrusting the length of him inside, he said, “Take it all, sweetness. All of me.” Grunting, he plunged deeper and harder, her pussy surrounding him like a cocoon. Their harsh breathing and muffled moans filled the bedroom as he rode her hard; the slapping sound of skin on skin surrounded them. His balls slammed into the crevice of her ass each time he pounded into her, lifting her hips off the bed. Boosting her ass off the bed, he spit on his finger and massaged her puckered opening. She tensed.

“Relax, sweetie, relax. It’s me, Jax, and I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna bring you pleasure. Shh… relax, for me. Do it for me. It’s gonna be real good.” He brushed his lips against her belly. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll make it so good for you.” Her muscles slackened a small bit “That’s it. Just relax.” His voice was seductive as he put his finger in a little deeper in her ass while in his head, he cursed the dead sonofabitch for making his woman afraid.

Still sensing her nervousness, he withdrew his finger. “You did good, sugar.”

As he looked down while he withdrew, he saw Cherri’s heat open around his glistening cock, releasing it for re-entry. When he pushed back inside her, her hotness stretched then clutched his length hungrily. “Fucking shit, that’s hot,” he rasped under his breath. Cherri clung to him as he slammed in and out, her hips surging in rhythm to his motion.

After he crushed his mouth on hers, kissing her roughly, he sped up his pace. As heat rose from their intertwined bodies, sweat shone on Cherri’s face while beads of perspiration pricked Jax’s hairline. Bringing her legs up and back toward her shoulders, Jax, in a crouching position, rammed his cock in her pussy, his pleasure intensifying. His balls tightened and, with head thrown backward, Jax surrendered to the pleasure of Cherri’s spasms squeezing him as she came. With a few final thrusts, his whole body erupted with an intensity he’d never experienced. “Holy fuck!” His words came from deep in his throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck….”

His spilled seed filled Cherri’s convulsing pussy as her body contorted underneath him. “Oh, my God, that is sooo good,” she cried out as she raked her fingernails over his back muscles.

Looking down at her, Jax noticed she had her head turned into the pillow, teardrops spilling from her eyes. His heart dropped; he had been too rough and scared her. He wanted to create good memories for her, not rough, barbaric ones.
Fuck, my need was so great I lost control and fucked her too hard.
“Cherri?” Still in her warm pussy, he lowered his face to hers. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I’ve never had those before.”

Quirking his eyebrows questioningly, he searched her face. “Had what?”

“Intense orgasms, like I have with you. I never knew sex could be so wonderful. I always thought it was dirty. After I left home, I thought sex was the only thing I could use to get what I wanted. I never knew it could be like it is with you.”

Laying on his side, Jax tugged Cherri next to him, his arms tightly around her waist and her head snug on his chest. “Sweetness, the times we’ve fucked may be your first trips to ecstasy, but they sure won’t be your last.”

Shimmying up to his mouth, she kissed him deeply. His body stirred as he looked into her eyes brightened with pleasure. “Looks like we gotta make up for some lost time, sweetie.” Shifting her on top of him, he kissed her.

Throwing her head back, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue under her white teeth. Her gentle laugh hugged him. Pulling in a breath, Jax’s gaze was tender. She was beautiful, and she was all his. Bringing her close to him, they kissed.

One month later

W
alking into the
small, intimate restaurant, Cherri scanned the room, looking for McFahey. Spotting him at the booth in the corner, she swallowed, straightened her shoulders, and strode over to his table. McFahey, a scotch on the rocks in his hand, smiled broadly when she stood by his table. His lewd gaze moved over her, lingering on her breasts. The familiar sense of revulsion twisted her insides as she looked into his blue, flat eyes.

“Have a seat,” he said as he scooted over on the leather banquette.

Cherri slipped into the seat across from him, crossed her hands on the table, and looked him in the eyes. “So, why did you want to meet me?”

McFahey put his fingers on the top of her hands and caressed them lightly. “Doesn’t this seem like old times? I want to talk to you about something.” As he stared at her bust, he took a gulp of his scotch. “You look as tempting as ever.”

Slipping her hands away from his, she tapped the wood table with her finger. “Denver was a long time ago, and I have a new life in Pinewood Springs. When you knew me, I was desperate and trying to find my way. I’m more grounded now. I wish you the best in your life, but what we had is over. A new chapter has started for me, and you aren’t in it.”

“Would you like something to drink?” A woman in a short black skirt and white top asked Cherri.

“No, thank you. I’m not staying.”

“The lady will have a rum and Coke, light on the ice, with a twist of lime and orange.” McFahey smiled at Cherri. “You see, I remembered. I remember everything about you, about us.” The waitress left to retrieve the drink, and Cherri sighed as she leaned back in the booth.

“I just can’t get over how wonderful you look. Your job at the strip bar agrees with you.” He gave her a lecherous grin.

“I enjoy being assistant manager at the bar. Pinewood Springs is a beautiful town, and I like the simple feel of it. It’s not a madhouse like Denver. I’m good here. Oh, how are the kids and your wife?”

His eyes narrowed as his finger found a pimple to pick on his face. “They’re fine, but you know that’s for show. I mean the wife, not the kids. She is a frigid bitch.” He popped two pimento-stuffed olives in his mouth and chomped on them.

“You have five kids—she can’t be
that
frigid.”

“I mean, she doesn’t like to do anything but straight sex. She’s not adventurous like you were with me. I miss those times. Don’t you ever think about how wonderful it was?”

“Uh, no. I was messed-up back then. I got out of a bad situation at home. I’m thankful you helped me with an apartment, food, and clothes, but I like being on my own and earning my own money.”

“How much can you possibly make? I can give you a very lucrative allowance.”

The waitress slid Cherri’s rum and Coke over to her and took their early dinner orders: taco salad for Cherri, steak sandwich with all the fixings and fries for McFahey. Cherri, nervous McFahey found out about Paisley, decided to stay and see what he wanted to talk to her about.

They talked about everything but why he asked her to come by. Cherri sensed McFahey was making time until he brought up the real reason he requested they meet that day.

The food arrived, and the aroma of the spiced taco meat reminded Cherri she hadn’t eaten since the morning before. She always did shit like that, forgetting to eat when she was too stressed or busy. When she was pregnant with Paisley, she’d set the alarm on her phone for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and two snacks so she wouldn’t forget to eat. Diving in with her fork, the seasoned meat, crunchy lettuce, and sharp cheddar cheese burst in her mouth in an explosion of tastiness.
Yum.

As the juices of his steak sandwich dripped down his chin then to his wrist, McFahey looked at her intently while licking his lips. “Have your boobs gotten bigger?”