Rock's Redemption: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)

by Chiah Wilder

  “Hell no. One time married to the bitch from hell was it for me. I don’t need that shit. The only time a chick doesn’t get on my nerves is when she’s got her legs spread real wide.” Bones picked up his beer and guzzled it.

  “That’s the truth. Anything more than fucking is asking for trouble.” Rock threw back his third shot and ambled to the pool table. Hawk had just racked up the balls and was chalking his cue. Rock went over to him and clasped his shoulder. “Your woman did good by me. I don’t forget what people do for me—good or bad. You got a Class-A woman.”

  Hawk nodded and smiled, then handed Rock a joint and lit it as well as his own. The smoke from the weed wove around them, each of them lost in thought. Then Throttle came over with three large cans of beer, handing one to Hawk and one to Rock. The three of them popped open their beers, clinked their cans together, and drank deeply from them. Warmth filled Rock as he drank, smoked, and played pool with his brothers. He’d never felt so close and unified with a group of people as he did with the Insurgents. The brotherhood was his family, and it was a damn better one than what he’d left behind in Lafayette, Louisiana.

  After he was finished with his second game, he picked up the five hundred dollars he’d won, laughed at Rags’s scowl, and snaked his way through the crowd as men clapped, gripped, and clasped his arm when he passed by. Spotting a pretty blonde with dark roots swaying to the music, he curled his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, moving her back and forth while he sung the lyrics in her ear. She giggled and roped her arms around his corded neck, pulling him closer to her.

  Soon he had his tongue halfway down her throat as she squirmed, rubbing her full chest against his so he could feel her stiff nipples. His large hands cupped the exposed underside of her butt, and he dug his fingers into her fleshy skin. He was so damn stiff. Not having pussy for four months drove him wild with desire for the stacked blonde, whose pouty pink lips would look good around his cock.

  As he kissed her deeply, a soft voice next to him said, “Lela, did you see my phone?” Rock broke away from the blonde, who looked annoyed at the interruption, and stared at another blonde woman with blue eyes and one of the biggest racks he’d ever seen in person. For a split second he wondered if they were fake since they stood up so perfectly and her waist was so small. Deciding that, fake or not, he wanted his face buried in them, he smiled. “What seems to be the problem?”

  Lela seemed angry that he’d shifted his attention from her to the new blonde. He saw the sparks of jealousy flash in her eyes and he laughed to himself. It always amused him how many women fought and clawed each other to have his attention when they didn’t even know him. Sure, he’d been kissing and touching the ripe cutie, but he hadn’t even known her name until her friend had said it. If he played his cards right, he’d be having double the fun with the two of them.

  “I’m busy right now, Stacy. I don’t know where your phone is.” She turned away from her friend and jerked Rock’s head down toward her lips. “Now, where were we?”

  Stacy gave an exaggerated sigh and turned to leave when Rock grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where’re you going so fast? Don’t you wanna have some fun too?”

  At first the two women looked confused. Then when Rock put his arm around both of them, each hand cupping one of their ass cheeks, they laughed as understanding spread across their faces. He kissed each one, drawing them closer to him. “You up for some fun together?”

  They seemed nervous, but Rock thought it was more an act so he wouldn’t think they were total sluts. Soon they were rubbing their tits against him and kissing him and each other. His dick was so hard that if he didn’t release it soon, he was sure it’d break.

  Bones came up to him then, his arm snaked around a tall, thin blonde. “Hey, bro. You look like you got your hands full.”

  “No shit.” Rock raked his eyes lustfully over the blonde in Bones’s arm. Fucking these three hotties is gonna be awesome. He turned to the two women wrapped in his arms. “This is Bones and we’re real tight. We’re so fuckin’ tight that we do pretty much everything together. You get my drift?” His gaze locked with each of them, and he heard Bones’s chick chuckle deep in her throat. I can’t wait to see how far down her throat my cock can go.

  Stacy nodded as she ran her hand through Rock’s dark hair. “Oh yeah, and I’m loving where this is gonna take me.” She blew against his ear and licked his earlobe. “You’re so fuckin’ handsome, and a club officer too. This is gonna be a night to remember.”

  Lela pulled him away from her friend’s face and slipped her hand underneath his T-shirt, her nails lightly scratching his rippled chest. “I’d love for you and your friend to show us a good time. Just remember that I was the first one you saw and you came up to me.” She ran the tip of her tongue along his jawline and up to his lips, brushing them. “Is your friend an officer like you?”

  He shook his head, his body on fire from months of abstinence. “What’re we waiting for? I got a room on the third floor.” He practically dragged the two women behind him as he hurried out of the room and up the stairs. Bones’s heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

  When they reached his room, he told the women to strip and get on the bed. In less than a minute he’d kicked off his boots and stripped naked. Before he dove between the three women, Rock looked at Bones and grinned. “This is gonna be fun.” He threw a condom packet at him after he’d ripped his open and rolled it on. Then he was on the bed, kissing, touching, squeezing, and playing with the chicks. Bones crawled over to him and the women, and soon Rock was buried deep into Lela’s pussy while Bones owned her mouth. Stacy was under Lela sucking her tits while the thin blonde—he never got her name—lapped Stacy’s mound as Rock shoved his finger in and out of her heated sex. It doesn’t get any fuckin’ better than this. Rock decided his blonde orgy made going without for all those months so worth it.

  A couple hours later, they all lay tangled around each other, sated, a light sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies. Rock slid up and leaned against the headboard, chuckling when he heard Bones’s snores. The three women clung to the two men like magnets. Rock leaned over, careful not to wake anyone, and lit a joint, inhaling deeply. Enjoying the deep sense of satisfaction humming through his body, he poured a shot of Jack and lifted it to his lips. As he threw it back, his phone bounced off the nightstand, sounding like a swarm of angry bees. He reached over and grabbed it, his sister’s name flashing on the screen.

  “Hey, Isa. Ҁa va?”

  “I’m doing fine. What about you? You must be out of jail since you answered your phone.”

  “Yeah. Just got out this morning.”

  “That’s good.” He heard her suck in a breath. “What did they charge you with?”

  “Nothing. They didn’t have shit on any of us. Fuckin’ badges,” he grumbled.

  Relief coated her voice. “I’m so happy it worked out. I was worried.” Silence for a beat, but then it was broken with the loud bickering of his niece and nephew in the background. “Arrêtez! I’m talking to your Uncle Roche. Go in the other room.” She laughed softly. “They drive me crazy sometimes. I don’t remember us fighting this much when we were five and seven, or really at any age.”

  “You and I have always gotten along. Lille only gave a shit about herself, and Henri was another thing entirely. He fought with all of us, even Maman.”

  Another pause ensued. “So are you celebrating being back on the outside?”

  He glanced at the three naked women and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “Yeah, you could say that.”

  “That’s good. Very good.” Another pause, that time longer than the last.

  She wants to say something to me, but she’s so fuckin’ nervous. “Spill it. Why the fuck did you really call me?”

  “I’m insulted. I always call to say hi and see how you are.”

  “Yeah, but you don’t always act so fuckin’ nervous that I can feel your sweat from way over here. Just level w
ith me.”

  She breathed deeply and he imagined she was frowning, her brows creasing together like they always did when she was nervous, perplexed, or frustrated. “Okay. Promise you won’t freak out on me and hang up.”

  Rock’s stomach knotted. “I’m not promising shit. Just tell me.”

  “Pa’s sick. He’s been in the hospital, and they think it’s cancer. They’re doing a bunch of tests, and I thought—”

  “What in fuck’s name made you think I’d give a shit about him? He fuckin’ murdered our mother, in case you forgot.”

  “I knew you’d be mad.”

  “Damn straight. I’m fuckin’ pissed.” His loud voice bounced off the walls and the thin blonde stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Her gaze locked with his and she blew him a kiss before closing her eyes again, her hand running up and down his thigh. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I don’t give a shit if he dies. The way I see it, it’s fuckin’ karma,” he said in a low voice.

  “Do you have someone with you? You’re almost whispering.”

  “Yeah, so I gotta go.”

  “Please don’t shut me out. I know Pa did something unspeakable and horrendous, but he was crazy drunk. That’s why he got second-degree murder and will be eligible for parole in about ten years.”

  “And I’ll make sure I make the trip back to the pen to tell the goddamned parole board to never let his murdering ass out. I’ll never forget or forgive what he did to Maman.”

  “I understand, but everyone deserves a little bit of compassion, don’t they?”

  Rock’s eyes narrowed, the warmth glowing in him from an amazing session of fucking replaced with icy cold hardness. “No. Some people deserve to die without an ounce of sympathy. He’s fuckin’ one of them. I really gotta go.”

  “You know Maman would’ve wanted you to forgive him,” she murmured, barely audible.

  He jutted out his jaw, his fists clenched. “Yeah, well, I’m not Maman. She was kind and forgiving and look where it got her—murdered on a cold floor in a shithole by a cruel, drunk sonofabitch. I’ll take bitterness and hate any time.”

  “Okay. I’m sorry I brought it up. I thought that after all this time you’d have softened a bit.”

  “You were wrong. I’ll never soften about what he did. To me, he’s dead. I never want to hear about him again unless he’s up for parole.”

  “When are you going to come out and see us? It’s been too long. You’d barely recognize Aline and Michael. We talk about you all the time, and they love the gifts you send them. It’s time to come home for a visit. I miss you.”

  Her cheerfulness didn’t fool him. Poor Isa. She’s taken the role Maman had—the kind, loving peacemaker. “I’ll think about it. How are Lille and that piece of shit Henri?”

  She laughed. “Lille is still trying to snag a rich man. She just divorced Robert and is already sniffing around Mr. Amelix.”

  “That old fart? Fuck, can he even get it up?”

  She laughed louder. “Roche, you’re so bad.”

  “I hope she gets what she wants. The trouble is when she gets it, she always wants something else.”

  “That’s Lille for you. Henri has been working on a bunch of big deals. He says he’s going to make a fortune. I don’t know… I don’t see him very often.”

  “He got a woman?”

  “He’s been going out with Suzette Terriot. You remember her from high school? She was the one who had the beautiful clothes, always flaunting her wealth in everyone’s face.”

  “All I remember are the sweaters she wore ‘cause she had a big rack. As I remember, she didn’t have the prettiest face, but her rack made up for it. At least that’s what the guys thought.”

  She chuckled. “Her rack is even bigger thanks to Dr. Anderson.”

  They both laughed. Damn. When we’re talking like this, I really miss Isa. I should go see her and the kids. “Is Clotille still in Lafayette?” Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? I haven’t asked about her since I left. Being locked up made me fuckin’ soft in the head.

  “I don’t know. She sort of disappeared. The whole family did when her father died in the condo he’d bought for his mistress. Can you imagine their embarrassment? Mrs. Boucher didn’t go out of her house. Well, not until they took it from her. The family went broke because Mr. Boucher had a horrible gambling problem and threw away millions on the horses and at the craps tables.”

  “Really? I didn’t know that. Fuck, that must’ve been hard for Clotille.”

  “She divorced Luc, and she and her family went into hiding. They must be doing better now because I read in the society column that Mrs. Boucher just bought a house over in Ranch River. She seems to be back on the circuit.”

  “Mean bitches like her never fall down. They may falter, but they get right back up on their hoofed feet.”

  “Not a fan of hers?”

  “Nah.”

  “Hey, handsome, I need some attention.” Stacy’s hand curled around his dick and it started waking up.

  “I gotta go. We’ll talk soon.” He hung up the phone and moved his hand on top of the blonde’s head, guiding her mouth to his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered.

  She opened her mouth and slipped his length inside, licking and sucking while she cupped his balls. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, groaning as the image of a brown-haired woman with shimmering green eyes invaded his mind. As Stacy sucked him, he imagined she was Clotille. In a matter of minutes he blew his wad, wishing for the first time in a long time that the blonde was his old love swallowing his come and licking his dick clean.

  The other two women stirred, and then Bones sat up. Rock looked at his clock, which read eleven thirty. Deciding another round with the blondes was what he needed to shake the green-eyed memory from his mind, he pulled Lela up to him, covering her tit with his mouth. Bones was now fully awake and the two other women began pleasuring him.

  The night was just beginning.

  Chapter Two

  Thirty people in a room meant for twenty made for an uncomfortable club meeting. Each time the brothers attended church, especially during the hot months, the discussion would come up about taking down walls to make the room bigger. When the members were uncomfortable they tended to argue more, shove each other around, and break out in fistfights. That afternoon was no exception.

  As Rock came between Wheelie and Rags, Wheelie’s fist, aimed for Rags, slammed into the side of Rock’s face. “Fuck!” He grabbed the brother’s hand and bent it backward.

  “Sonofabitch! Stop, Rock. You’re gonna fuckin’ break my wrists!”

  “That’s what I wanna do, asshole.”

  Soon several brothers were taking sides: some were in Wheelie’s court, others in Rags’s. All of the membership was in Rock’s since he was just trying to break up the fight. Being the Sergeant-At-Arms, it was Rock’s duty to make sure order was kept among the brothers most of the time, especially during church and at family gatherings.

  A thunderous bang stopped everyone in their tracks, and they turned to the front to see where the noise had come from. A red-faced Banger stood tall, a splintered chair in his hands. A heavy hush filled the room, and Rock smiled at his president’s style.

  “Each one of you fuckers sit down. This is church. You do whatever shit you wanna do before or after but never during.” He scowled, his piercing blue eyes flashing.

  “What the fuck started the shit anyway?” Rock asked under his breath to Throttle.

  “Wheelie called Rags’s vintage Harley a rusted can.”

  “He said that? No wonder Rags wanted to bust him up. I’d kill anyone who said shit about my bike.”

  “Wheelie knew it’d piss Rags off. He’s pissed at Rags ‘cause he’s lost the last four pool games to him and he’s out five grand.”

  “Still was a low blow to talk shit about a guy’s Harley.”

  Rock realized the room was dead silent and he glanced up and locked gazes with Banger.

  “Is it okay
if I continue, or am I breakin’ into yours and Throttle’s private time?” The brothers in the room all sniggered. Rock and Throttle squirmed in their chairs. “Just let me know ‘cause I wouldn’t wanna be disturbing you motherfuckers.” Banger’s steely glare bored into Rock.

  Clearing his throat, Rock said, “Just trying to figure out what happened so I can make sure it doesn’t spill into the great room when we’re done here. Just doing my job.”

  Banger’s clenching jaw was visible. “Your job right now is to keep your damn mouth shut and show respect to your president. Is there something you don’t understand about that?”

  Rock shook his head slowly, then leaned back in his chair. He motioned with his hand as if to tell Banger to continue with the meeting. He knew he was being a prick but, president or not, he didn’t like anyone patronizing him. For a few seconds he and Banger glared at one another, each of their chins held high in defiance, neither of them ready to acquiesce.

  Finally Banger broke away and folded his arms against his chest. “Liam’s asked us to do him a favor.”

  Liam was an Irish arms dealer and smuggler who the Insurgents MC had worked with on and off for years. Before marijuana was legalized, they depended on illegal deals to fund their club, and in the murky world of arms smuggling, finding trustworthy people was about as rare as a midsummer snowstorm. Liam had proven to be a fair, salt-of-the-earth type of guy who had the guts to work with the Insurgents and the brains to not fuck them over. Since weed had been legalized, the club had shifted directions and began making money the legal way. They rarely got involved in arms smuggling anymore; however, their respect and relationship with Liam continued.

  “What’s the favor?” Jax asked.

  “He wants us to do a bodyguard gig.”

  Groans and cussing circled around the room, and Rock stared at the redness creeping up Banger’s neck. Before it hit his cheeks, Hawk stood up and motioned the crowd to shut up. He cleared his throat. “I know we don’t do this type of work—”

  “Yeah, we’re not losers like the fuckin’ Deadly Demons,” Bones interrupted. Fellow members laughed and pounded their fists on the table in agreement.