Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4)

by Chiah Wilder

  Baylee felt tears behind her eyes as a lump formed in her throat. She caressed his cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

  Axe held her hand. “I want to tell you this. I’ve never told anyone about my past.”

  “How long did it go on?”

  “ ‘Bout three years. It wasn’t every night. Some of the guys acted like I was their kid, and they’d throw ball with me or other shit like that. Some ignored me—I liked them the best. When I hit fourteen, I told my mom to shove it, and at six feet and growing, the guys didn’t want to mess with me. She always went for the puny fucks.”

  “I’m just so sorry.”

  He shrugged. “No big deal. My family is the Insurgents, and they’re the best damn family. There isn’t anything a brother wouldn’t do for another. We always have each other’s backs.”

  “You seem pretty astute with the engineering designs. Did you go to college?”

  “Community. I got my Associate Degree. I was gonna transfer to a four-year college, but I began prospecting for the Insurgents, and I was so damn busy with my duties to the members that I never went.”

  “Have you ever regretted it?”

  “Never. How the fuck did you get me to talk so much about myself? No more questions. What about you? Do you get along with your parents?”

  “My mother was murdered when I was eight years old. It’s just been me and my dad since then. My dad elected to withdraw from life after my mother was killed. I get along with him, it’s just that he’s a shell of the person he used to be.” The lump in her throat grew larger.

  Axe’s eyes widened as his fingers touched his parted lips. A sigh escaped from them, his breath touching her face. He grasped her hands in his. “Fuck. That must be tough.”

  “It was and is.”

  Baylee felt calmer since she saw his reaction, noticing he was genuinely surprised. Her instinct told her he didn’t know anything about her mother’s death; however, Axe’s uncle was far from exonerated in her mind.

  “Who did it?”

  “The killer was never caught. My mother’s murder is a cold case.”

  “There weren’t any clues?”

  She pointed to herself. “I’m the clue. I saw the murder, but I can’t remember it. I’ve repressed it, so all I see in my nightmares are shapes and shadows.” She sipped her wine. “I wish I could remember. Sometimes, the gravity of it all drives me crazy. You know, you don’t realize how important memories are until you don’t have them. Our lives are a collection of memories, and such a large piece of my life is black.” She purposely didn’t mention her memory was coming back. That information was for her and Dr. Scott only.

  “I don’t know what to say except… fuck.” He leaned over and kissed her gently.

  “I’m used to it. It’s been my way of life for seventeen years.”

  Silence surrounded them, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

  The waiter placed their dinners in front of them.

  “Smells good,” Baylee said as she squeezed lemon over her trout.

  “Take a bite,” Axe ordered, holding a small piece of elk in his fingers.

  “How does it taste?”

  He laughed. “Don’t ask me, try it.”

  She made a face and lowered her head to study the piece of meat.

  “Fuck, it’s not poison,” he assured her. “Try it.”

  Baylee opened her mouth and he put his finger in, the meat falling on her tongue. He licked his fingers, his eyes dancing in amusement.

  “Do you like it?”

  A smile crossed her face. “I do. It’s very tender and mild. I thought it was going to taste strong and gamey, but it’s good.”

  “So, Baylee, how many boyfriends have you had?”

  “Three. Since I graduated, I mostly date for a couple of months then move on. I’m too busy to have a boyfriend at this point in my life. Maybe later on. Who knows? Short-term flings seem to suit me better, but I hadn’t been with a man for over a year before you.”

  “That’s why you were so tight. It was an added bonus.” He winked.

  She ignored his remark. “I told myself I’d indulge in random wedding sex if I found someone I’d like to screw.” She looked at him from under half-lidded eyes.

  “I wanted to fuck you, too. How many one-nighters have you had?”

  “One—you. I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d never done it before.”

  “Would never have believed it. You rocked.”

  She shook her head. “Your turn. How many girlfriends in your past?”

  “Just one—years ago, in high school.”

  “That’s it? I’m surprised.”

  “Are you? I’m not good boyfriend material.”

  “Why’s that?

  “I love pussy too much. The women I fuck know not to expect anything but great sex. I always leave them smiling.” His gaze locked with hers. “But you already know that.”

  “I’m sure your Harley and leather attract quite a few women.”

  “You bet. When I first started with the Insurgents, it surprised the hell outta me how many women wanted biker cock. The free drugs and ‘anything goes’ lifestyle appeals to a lot of women. Some stay on and become club whores, others just come by to party with the brothers for a while then they move on.”

  “What kind of women do you like?”

  “A beautiful woman with a great set of tits, and a rounded ass. Just like you.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the compliment.”

  “What about you? What turns you on?”

  “I like to be wined and dined—”

  “Check.”

  “And I like getting flowers, candy—the whole cheesy, romantic nine yards.” She paused. “You don’t seem like the flowers and candy type, though.”

  “Damn straight. I don’t do that shit for a woman. What I give her is sweeter than any candy. I give her a night she’ll never forget. Fuck, flowers die, but a night with me will always be burned on her brain.”

  “A bit cocky, don’t you think?”

  He winked. “No, just truthful.”

  After Axe paid the bill, they stopped in the bar to listen to the live band play classic rock tunes. On the dance floor, they held each other so tightly Baylee was sure her ribs would be bruised. She loved feeling the music and swaying with Axe.

  After a couple of hours of close dancing then groping each other in their corner booth, Baylee was burning with need. Axe couldn’t ride fast enough back to her hotel.

  They entered the lobby as two civilized people, but when the elevator door shut, they were clawing, biting and humping each other like two animals in heat.

  By the time they arrived at her room, Axe had her ripped panties stuffed in his pocket, and she had his pants unzipped. Never releasing her, Axe kicked the door shut and slammed her against the wall.

  “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I first saw you in the lobby. You smell sexy,” he snarled.

  Her arousal mixed with his created a tangy, musky scent which drove her crazy.

  He pressed into her, his hardness pushing against her. His teeth grabbed her bottom lip, sucking it before his mouth covered hers, his tongue darting in and out. In frantic moves, they tore off each other’s clothes, touching, grabbing, kissing, and biting as if it were the last time they’d ever taste and feel each other again.

  Axe hurriedly placed a condom on his dick then lifted her leg, and she wrapped it around him. She put her other leg around him, hugging him tightly as he held her up, his hands squeezing her ass checks. He thrust into her, her back against the wall, his mouth on hers and her heels digging into his back as he banged her hard and fast.

  “So fuckin’ good,” he panted as he pushed hard and deeper.

  “I’m close, Axe,” she moaned.

  The combination of his mouth, dick, and tongue crashing together brought Baylee to the edge of intense pleasure. Their
grunts and moans filled the room, and she screamed out his name at the same time he grunted hers as they both came together in orgasm.

  They slid to the floor, panting in each other’s ears, their bodies sated.

  After the wave of rapture faded, he helped her up and they lay on their backs on the bed, their bodies almost touching.

  She looked at him sideways. “If we’re going to keep having casual sex, I don’t want you with other women.”

  He looked down at her, his eyebrows raised. “Sounds like you want a relationship.”

  “No, I don’t. You told me you didn’t want me to be with any other men, so what’s the difference?”

  “I’m a man.”

  “Totally lame reason. Care to try for a better one?”

  He looked away.

  She sat up. “I was an only child, so I was never very good at sharing.”

  Pulling her down, she fell against his legs. He propped himself up then bent over her, his eyes penetrating hers. “Neither was I.” His mouth devoured hers before he abruptly pulled away. “Just remember, this monogamy thing goes both ways, babe. You don’t fuck other men while we’re doing this casual bullshit.”

  “Deal. Oh, and no sleepovers. Too intimate.”

  “What if I’m boozed?” She pointed to the couch in the sitting area of her suite. “Fuck no. I take the bed.”

  “Then no touching, okay? Just like we’re related or something, okay?

  He sucked air through his teeth. “Yeah, right, like that’s gonna work.”

  “You’re not boozed now, so… ” Her voice trailed off as she pointed to the door. “Maybe I’ll see you on Monday.”

  Axe yanked her close to him and kissed her hard, his hands roaming over her naked body. She moaned, rubbing her breasts against his chest while she cupped his firm ass cheeks.

  He pulled away and jumped out of bed, dressing quickly before he gave her a crooked smile. “See you Monday. Make sure your pussy is wet for me.”

  The door slammed behind him right before she threw her shoe at it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “We’re still waiting on confirmation that the Skull Crushers are passing meth through our turf. They’ve started doing the same shit in Night Rebels’ territory down south. This club is dangerous, they’re nothing but a bunch of drugged-up punks who ride around on bikes thinking they’re an MC.” Hawk shook his head in disgust.

  “I’m ready to beat the shit outta them just for the fact that they chose rice burners over Harleys. What a bunch of pussies.” Axe tipped his chair back and looked around the meeting room. “Am I right?”

  The brothers voiced their agreement. No outlaw MC would ever own anything but a Harley-Davidson. Many of the non-outlaw motorcycle clubs, and the new group of punks who thought an outlaw club consisted of having a motorcycle and committing crimes, owned Yamahas or Hondas—Japanese imports. Members of the Insurgents would rather be dead than own an import. In their mind, American-made Harleys were the only bikes to own, and anyone who rode a rice burner didn’t have the soul of a biker.

  “Once Steel gives us the word, we’ll teach this club no one fucks with Insurgents,” Hawk said.

  “Fuck yeah!” many members chorused.

  Banger stood up. “In other news, we got the fuckin’ mess with the permit at the strip mall. What’s going on with that, Axe?”

  “One of the architects is having lunch with the zoning guy tomorrow. I’ll let you know then.”

  “Good. Is there anything else we need to address?” No one said anything. “Our first priority is the meth shit we got going on. If we find out the Deadly Demons are involved with the Neo-Nazi gang, we’ll have a war. If they’re not, we’ll have a battle. Church over. Go drink and fuck.”

  The sound of chairs scraping against concrete floors, biker boots clumping, and chains jangling bounced off the walls as the brothers left the cramped room to down a few beers and shots in the great room.

  Axe and Jax went over to the dartboard to play a few rounds. Chas and Jerry joined them, and the group of friends drank beer and talked as the evening rolled on. Chas, Jax, and Axe were tight since they were prospects together then patched in just a year or so apart from each other. Jerry had become a close addition to their group since he’d patched in a year before.

  As Axe waited his turn at the dartboard, he noticed Rosie kept staring at him from across the room, lust apparent in her eyes. He knew she wondered what was going on, but she was a club whore—she knew the score. He didn’t owe her an explanation for shit. Anyway, she’d been busy with the brothers and a few of the members from their Utah chapter who were staying at the clubhouse for a couple of weeks. They’d all been running Rosie, Lola, Wendy, and the other whores ragged. The guys were insatiable. Axe laughed as he thought about it.

  The way Rosie’s ass peeked out from under her short skirt definitely made his dick twitch, but he wanted to see Baylee. The night before had been incredible. She was definitely his kind of woman, but he couldn’t quite figure her out. Like, why the fuck had she asked so many questions about his uncle? Thinking back, she’d acted sort of freaked out when he’d bumped into his uncle at the hotel. Axe wasn’t sure what was going on there.

  Then she claimed she wanted casual sex, but came up with the “faithful casual sex” bullshit. What the fuck was that all about? He was okay with it because he didn’t want anyone else but her, which irked him to no end. Axe didn’t want to fall for Baylee. He didn’t want any female complications or drama in his life, and with a woman that was always a given.

  Rosie caught his eye and winked at him. He tipped his beer to her. A grin spread across her face, and she began shuffling over to him when one of the Utah brothers scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She laughed but Axe observed disappointment in her eyes as the brother carried her out of the great room.

  Axe watched as the couple disappeared then whipped out his phone.

  Axe: Thinking ‘bout you.

  He stared at his screen as he guzzled his beer. When it flashed, his groin pulled.

  Baylee: R u?

  Axe: Ya. Thinking ‘bout ur smile.

  Baylee: What about it?

  Axe: I like it.

  Baylee: Do u?

  Axe: Ya. It’s the second best thing you do with your lips.

  No response. Axe motioned for the prospect, Blade, to give him another beer. Still the screen was blank. He’d wait—he had time.

  The screen blinked.

  Baylee: And what’s the best thing I do with my legs?

  Axe: Spread them.

  Baylee: Well, my legs are missing you between them.

  Axe took a long pull on his beer, his jeans suddenly tighter. Damn, this is fun. He’d never done this before. All the women he’d fucked just wanted his dick in them all the time. There was never anything more than two minutes of conversation, a major fuck-fest, then him or the woman leaving. Rinse and repeat.

  Axe: I can fix that. I can be over in twenty minutes.

  Baylee: I’m working. Gotta get stuff finished by tomorrow’s mtg.

  Axe: Ur a naughty girl. U get me all horny then leave me dry?

  Baylee: I am naughty. What r u gonna do?

  Axe inhaled sharply, his jeans growing increasingly uncomfortable while he pictured her soft, rounded ass cheeks reddened by his handprints, her big tits swaying. Fuck.

  Axe: Ur gonna get a spanking 4 sure. The rest u’ll see.

  Baylee: Mmm…

  Axe: Fuck, babe. I’m hard as a rock. Need u.

  Baylee: Gotta work. Use ur hands.

  He laughed aloud. Throttle came over. “What’s so funny, dude?”

  Axe: Later.

  Baylee: Bye.

  Axe turned his phone over. “Just watched something funny on one of the video sites I check out.”

  Throttle’s eyes narrowed. “You know I’m not believing your bullshit.”

  Axe shrugged and drained his beer.

  “Who were you talking to?” Throttl
e asked.

  “No one. Gotta go.”

  “Aren’t you finishing the game?” Chas asked.

  “Can’t. I gotta talk to my uncle Max ‘bout something. See ya.” Axe pushed away from his chair and walked out of the clubhouse.

  * * *

  The following morning, Axe went to the office to see Baylee.

  “Sir, Ms. Peters is not in,” said Tina.

  “Where is she?”

  “She’s at a lunch meeting.”

  “Fuck, I forgot. She’s with the zoning guy, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where are they?”

  “The French Bistro.”

  “Fuck, that’s right. Shit, my head is fucked this morning, you know.” Axe smiled at Tina’s strained face. He scared the shit out of her, vulgar language and all, and he got the biggest kick out of it. Citizens were so damned uptight about things. “Thanks, darlin’.” A loud laugh burst through his lips when fear crept into her eyes. She probably thinks I’ve got the hots for her now. Too fuckin’ funny.

  Axe walked into Carl’s office to go over some of the structural details. Carl was one of the engineers who had joined the project. After an hour, Axe sauntered back to Baylee’s office, surprised she hadn’t returned. He left the building and headed for the French Bistro.

  As he approached the eatery, he noticed Baylee sitting at a table talking animatedly, hands flying. The zoning man had his back to the window. The way she cocked her head and laughed, her legs elegantly crossed, made his crotch tighten. She’s beautiful. A nice, warm buzz vibrated inside him—he could stand looking at her all day.

  Warmth morphed to fire when he observed the zoning guy place his hand over Baylee’s. Like a bull seeing red, he charged into the restaurant, kicking open the wooden door and bumping into patrons as he made his way to Baylee. He loomed in her field of vision. A smile curled her lips when recognition set in.