Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (35 page)

Strong arms raised her up and she crashed into a wall of muscle. The smell and touch were so familiar. “Everything’s all right, sweetness,” a low, deep voice said.

As her heart leaped against her chest, her eyes flew open, wet streams marking her face. Greeting her were Jax’s eyes, shining with love and tenderness. Sitting up, she moved her mouth over his and kissed him slow and deep then buried her face in his hard chest. With his arms wrapped around her, she felt safe and protected.

“How did you find me?” she asked in a low voice.

“It’s a long story for another time. You okay? Did the fucker rape you?”

Shivering, Cherri said, “I’m okay now.” Lowering her voice, she breathed in Jax’s ear, “All bad things have been erased. From now on, I have a clean slate. Do you believe it?”

Tilting her chin up and running his thumb across her lip, he said, “I believe, sweet one.” Brushing his lips across hers, he stroked her hair.

After kissing him, Cherri pulled away and said in a tear-filled voice, “I don’t know what he did with my baby. I think he gave her away to a couple. Please find Paisley. Please.” A sob escaped from her throat.

“Sweet one, I’ve taken care of it. Your little one is safe. Paisley is at your home, waiting for you.”

Gasping, her fingers touched her parted lips. “She’s okay? Are you sure my baby’s safe?”

Smiling, his eyes twinkling, he hugged her close. “Yeah, she’s safe and she’s waiting for you. Fuck, woman, you’re the sweetest babe I’ve ever met.”

Pulling away a bit, a flushed, beaming face stared at Jax before she kissed him hard on his delicious mouth. Warmth radiated throughout her body as she suddenly felt ultra-awake, like she was rejuvenated by adrenaline. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She peppered his face with light, small kisses.

“You never have to thank me, Cherri. Come on; let’s go home. You got someone waitin’ for you.” Jax helped her to her feet.

As Cherri left with Jax, she noticed red tracks across the concrete floor. Looking up at him with a quizzical look, he nodded, and the silent tale of McFahey’s fall from grace was understood. They walked outside into the night. Above, the moon lingered in the sky like a shimmering white disc while the stars glittered like scattered space dust.

When they approached Jax’s Harley, the chrome gleaming in the moonlight, Cherri turned to Jax and said, “Paisley and I owe you our lives.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I did something I’m not proud of, something I’ve never done before. I stole money from Dream House, from the Insurgents. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do. I was desperate and had to leave town. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve trusted you enough to let you know what was going on with me. But I didn’t, and I stole the money. Even though I had every intention of paying it back, what I did was wrong, and I take full responsibility. I want to tell the MC what I did.” Watching Jax’s face for a reaction, she shivered.

Nodding, Jax drew her close to him. “You don’t owe me shit. I don’t want your life, sweetness; I want your love. I know about the money, and I took care of it. Let’s not think about it now. You got a little one waiting for you. From now on, everything’s gonna be good ’cause I’m always here to take care of you and Paisley.” Bending down, his lips caught hers. “Let’s go home,” he said against her mouth.

Tucked behind Jax, Cherri looped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his shoulder. A fuzzy feeling colored her insides, and she knew she was where she was supposed to be. Smiling, she closed her eyes as the wind whipped her hair about her face.

C
herri rushed up
the steps, two at a time, and burst through the front door. On the living room couch, Cara sat with Paisley, who was dressed in blue denim overalls and a red checkered shirt underneath. Her blonde hair held a blue and red bow, which practically covered half of her head. Paisley turned toward the noise and when she saw Cherri, her cornflower blue eyes lit up like a Christmas light, and her chubby arms and legs jerked and curled in excitement.

Crying, Cherri ran over and swooped her baby girl up from Cara’s arms. Covering her plump cheeks with kisses, Cherri pressed Paisley close to her. The little girl chortled while grabbing her mother’s hair in her tiny fists.

“I love you so much. Mama’s with you, and you’re safe,” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

Jax wrapped his arms around Cherri and Paisley, holding them close to him. “I’m with you, and you’re both safe,” he breathed into Cherri’s ear, his hot breath stroking her. For several minutes, they held each other, basking in the comfort and joy of being together again.

Paisley’s pink mouth opened wide as she yawned then rubbed her eyes. Smiling, Cherri broke away from Jax, sat on the couch, and cradled Paisley in her arms. After fifteen minutes, Paisley was fast asleep.

“Why don’t you let me hold her so you two can have some private time?” Cara asked.

Looking at Jax, Cherri saw arousal burn in his eyes. Nodding, she handed her daughter over to Cara, laced her fingers around Jax’s, and headed upstairs.

When they entered her room, Jax tugged her in him with one hand and caressed her hair with the other. Bowing his head, he burrowed his face in her hair. “Sweetie? Are you gonna be okay if I touch you?”

Nodding, she whispered, “Thanks for asking me. I want you to touch me. I want to erase the shit from the last day.” Staring intently at Jax, she said, “I want you. Very badly.”

Pressing her tighter to him, he rasped, “I want you, too. Fuck, I
need
you.”

Lightly breaking away from his embrace, she said, “Let me take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in five.”

After she finished her shower, she came into the room and gasped. A warm, yellow glow enveloped the room as all the candles she possessed flickered and danced, casting shadows on the walls. Jax lay on the bed, the pillows propped up, his sculpted body on full display. Her eyes ran over him, and shivers of desire coursed through her as she viewed his hard pecs, his steel stomach with the perfect V, his sexy biceps, and his thick, rigid dick. Sucking in her breath, she dropped the towel she had been using to dry her hair and walked toward him.

On her way over to him, she let the bath towel wrapped around her fall to the floor. Naked, she lay on top of him, gyrating her pelvis against his hard length, his breath hissing through his teeth as his hands slid down her back to grip her ass. Securing one of her firm globes in his hand, he kneaded it as he captured her mouth in his. She parted her lips gladly, allowing his tongue to delve into her minty lusciousness.

With her hands all over his skin, he released her mouth, allowing her to kiss her way along his jaw and down his neck until she landed on his nipple. Flicking her tongue across it, he moaned from deep in his throat, his hand squeezing her ass tightly. Propping herself up a bit, she rubbed her tits against his chest as she dipped her head and sucked his nipple noisily.

“Fuck that feels good, sweetness. You smell fresh, and your skin is so fuckin’ soft. It feels like velvet against me. Love it.”

“Mmm, I love the way you taste,” she said between sucks.

Grabbing a fist of hair, he pulled her head back, forcing her shining blue eyes to look into his heated ones. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock, but first I want to taste and lick your sweet, juicy pussy.”

A thrill jolted her down to her core when he licked her lip then gently bit it. “Are you gonna do dirty things to me?” she said breathlessly.

“Hell, yeah. My tongue is gonna be nasty and dirty, and you’ll be beggin’ for more, sweet one.”

Her tightening pussy lurched as his hand slid down between her legs, his fingers lightly pinching her nub. Arching her back, she ground her mound closer to his probing fingers.

A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “You like that, sugar?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Circling his arm around her waist, he flipped her over onto her back and spread her thighs wide. With his eyes lingering on her glistening mound, he groaned then, with one finger, he touched her wet, swollen pussy. Desperate whimpers escaped her when he stroked her slickness over and over. Writhing beneath him, Cherri called out in a ragged breath, “Jax, yes. That feels so good. Yes!”

Locking his gaze with hers, his long tongue dived in her folds, using smooth, steady, and slow rhythmic licks. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your taste.” he said, pulling away for a moment, his chin shining with her wetness. “I could lick you up all night, sweetness. Love your fuckin’ taste.”

As he tapped his tongue on her clit, wild moans burst from her, and as she bucked under him, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Just as she was ready to explode, he slowly inserted two fingers in her, making her insides instantly clench around them. As he thrust deeper in her, he raised himself on his knees and roughly seized her mouth, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers in her pussy. Clasping his tongue with her mouth, Cherri sucked its hotness, relishing in the feeling of total surrender.

Taking his big cock in his hand, he ran it up and down her slit, coating it with her hot wetness. Pulling his tongue away from her mouth, he trailed it down her neck, past her collar bone, and between her breasts. Catching her look, he took his drenched dick and pressed it against her entrance. A strangled cry escaped from her throat as he slowly sank all the way in, her walls relaxing to accommodate his girth. Her body tingled with the fullness of him, and he lowered his mouth on her pink nipple, his teeth softly biting it. Withdrawing his dick, he pushed it back in, his balls snug against the curve of her ass.

“Fuck, I could stay buried in your sweet heat forever.” Jax’s hoarse voice skimmed over her.

When he withdrew again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer to her. Watching each other’s faces, Jax gripped Cherri’s hips as he thrust deeper inside her, filling her core with a hot fullness. Bending down, he palmed her breast, his mouth hungrily sucking her nipple and causing threads of pleasure to weave throughout her body. Gasping, she raised her head. “Kiss me,” she grunted.

Putting his lips on hers, they kissed deeply as he pushed in her wet pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he said against her mouth.

As he sunk his cock deeper in her, she cried out while she pressed her hips up to meet his thrusts. Slipping his hand between them, his fingers played with her clit and tightness seized all of her muscles. Smiling, he slowly put his digits in his mouth and licked them, then brushed her lips with his tongue. Pulling back, he spread her legs further apart, and the anticipation of what was coming made sweat beads form on her forehead, along her hairline.

“Sweet and deep, or rough and fast? You choose, sweetie, ’cause as long as I’m snug in your pussy, I’m good.”

Licking her lips, her insides ready to shatter, she said, “Rough and fast.”

Throwing his boyish grin at her, he leaned back and grasped her legs, spreading them wide, then he slammed into her, taking her breath away. Her back arched on the deep thrust, and as he rammed into her over and over, their bodies fell into a fast, rough rhythm of clenching and releasing, filling and withdrawing.

“I need you harder, sweetie. Can you take it?” His voice was thick with need.

“Give it to me.” Her need was rising and she wanted him pumping hard inside her, taking her to the edge so she could jump off into a wave of ecstasy.

Leaning in to her, her legs spreading wider, he trailed his fingers up and down her thighs, her stomach, and around her breasts. The tremors of anticipation possessed her and her body jerked, desperate for release. As he rubbed her clit, her cries of pleasure seemed to turn him on, and she could see his smoldering desire in his dark, hazel eyes. With a hard kiss to her lips, he leaned back, got on his knees and plunged his cock so fast and hard in her that it made her insides burn. Before she could catch her breath, he sank his hardness in her again. Whimpering, her heated sex gripped him each time he entered her. His deep growls told her he liked what she was doing.

“Fuck, you’re so good. Damn, I can’t get enough of your sexiness.”

He leaned in more, grinding himself against her, pushing deeper until there was nowhere to go. The more he plunged, the more she clenched until he grabbed her hips and fucked her relentlessly, hard and fast. The slippery sound of his dick slamming in her drenched pussy was in unison with the slap of his balls against her ass.

Sweat formed on her hot, tingly skin, and her insides clenched his steely length tighter and tighter until spasms crept in, squeezing him even more. Hearing a deep groan and a “Fuck,” Cherri closed her eyes as her insides shattered into a million pieces of pleasure, touching on all her nerves and emotions. Crying out, she sagged deeper in the mattress.

Jax, with a couple more thrusts, stiffened then, throwing his head back, groaned from deep down as his warm seed spilled inside her. Relaxing, he slumped on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, her legs loosely wrapped around his waist. With ragged breath, he said, “Was it good?”

Trembling, she nodded as she said, “I felt totally in tune with you. It was amazing.”

Rolling over, he chuckled as he snuggled her in his arm, guiding her head to his chest. “Sweetness, we’re meant to be together. We’ve been through some shit, and we didn’t trust each other like we should have, but that’s all over. From now on, it’s you, me, and Paisley. Any problem with that?”

After a long pause, she kissed his chest, looked up and held his gaze. “No problem at all. It feels good to be home again.”

“Fuck, yeah. Just remember to hold onto me. I can get you through whatever shit comes your way, and I can help you get through the shit from your past. We have each other, and that’s what counts. Promise me you won’t run away anymore. Promise me you’ll tell me what’s going on so we can deal with it together.” He lowered his head and kissed her sweet and deep.

Smiling, Cherri whispered, “I promise. I will be with you until you tell me to leave.”

Pushing the hair off her forehead, he said, “That long?”