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

by Chiah Wilder

  He tilted his head toward a hallway. “Last room on the left.”

  “Hey, aren’t you gonna say hi?” Axe asked from behind her.

  “You seem busy.” Her eyes darted to the brunette straddling the tall man while he sucked her breasts.

  Axe looked over. “You mean Rosie? Nah, nothing was going on.”

  Baylee tossed her hair. “You know, Axe, you are a free agent. I mean, what we’re doing is just for fun. So do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, yanked out of his grasp, and headed down the hall. Behind her, Axe’s boots stomped on the linoleum as he followed, the jingling of his chains grating on her nerves.

  A second after she knocked on the president’s door, a voice boomed, “Come in.”

  Grasping the doorknob, she started to turn it when Axe’s arms circled her waist, drawing her in to his chest. He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, “Don’t be like this. You know you’re the only one for me. I haven’t looked at another woman since we met at the wedding.”

  His breath scorched her neck, and goosebumps pricked her skin. She fell back in to him, enjoying being in his arms again.

  “You comin’ in?” Banger asked.

  Baylee wriggled out of Axe’s embrace and opened the door. The president reclined on a brown leather desk chair, his legs on his desk, crossed at the ankles. His blue eyes were filled with surprise when she walked in.

  She started to close the door when Banger looked over her shoulder and said, “That you, Axe?”

  “Yeah,” Axe replied from behind Baylee, entering the room. “Banger, this is our architect, Baylee.”

  Banger smiled widely, the lines around his eyes crinkling. Nodding, he ran his gaze up and down her body. “Now it all makes sense.” He winked at Axe, who grinned like a Cheshire cat.

  Baylee resisted rolling her eyes, but if she had a bat she’d knock them both over the head.

  The meeting with Banger went better than Baylee had expected. She hadn’t anticipated liking the president, but he was an easy-going man, although she was sure he could be hard and ruthless if the situation demanded it. After all, he couldn’t be a softie and be the national president of a one-percenter club. He was around forty-five and a nice-looking man. What amazed her most was how solid he was—he was all muscle.

  After the meeting, Baylee marched back to the great room, ignoring Axe as he tried to convince her to go to lunch with him. Storming out of the club, she slammed into Puck.

  “Sorry,” she said as she rubbed her head. The man was powerfully built.

  “Didn’t see you,” Puck muttered, his eyes focused on Axe.

  “It’s okay.” She headed to her car, smiling as she overheard Axe’s and Puck’s conversation.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me she was coming to the club?” he asked in a low voice.

  “Tried. You didn’t pick up.”

  She glanced at Axe as he scrolled through his phone, then shook his head and cursed. She slid into the driver’s seat then zoomed out of the parking lot, giving Axe nothing but a cloud of dust. A few minutes later, she caught sight of Puck in her rear mirror, the chrome on his Harley blinding under the hot, summer rays.

  * * *

  In the middle of the afternoon, as she replayed Axe and Rosie’s scene in her mind for the umpteenth time, Baylee decided that she may have jumped to the wrong conclusion. Axe had turned his head when the brunette leaned over him, and he definitely wasn’t touching her. Maybe he was telling the truth about her coming on to him, and he was just getting ready to push her off when he saw Baylee. He kept repeating the same story in the deluge of texts he’d been sending her all afternoon—the ones she hadn’t answered.

  Maybe she’d hear him out and give him the benefit of the doubt. The previous night, Palmer caressed her hand many times, and, to the onlooker, it would seem as though they were an item. Looks could be deceiving, however.

  She missed Axe.

  “Puck?” she called from her office doorway.

  The gruff man looked up from his phone.

  “Do you know if Axe is at the clubhouse?”

  “He’s at the shop. He’s closing up for Hawk ‘cause him and his ol’ lady got shit to do.”

  “I need the name and address of the shop, please.”

  A few minutes before six o’clock, Baylee switched off the motor and tried to relax her frazzled nerves. Breathing in deeply, she touched up her lipstick then locked her car door, noticing Puck against his Harley as she walked into the repair shop.

  Axe glanced up from the cash register, his head jerking back as he gave her a double-take.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey.”

  “Did you need something?”

  She nodded. “You.”

  Tingles skated across her skin when he sucked his breath in. His eyes captured hers in a piercing gaze.

  Axe came out from behind the counter and yelled to Puck, “Take off.”

  When he shut the door and locked it, Baylee’s heartbeat skipped.

  “Want a beer?”

  “Sure.”

  He handed her the cold bottle then bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’m happy you came by.” Pleasure lanced through her every pore. “I’m gonna wash up. You can wait in the showroom. It’s cooler.”

  “You sell motorcycles here?”

  “It’s Hawk’s shop, and he has a few restored vintage bikes he sells.”

  Axe showed her a small room that housed about five motorcycles. She spotted Axe’s bike. “You selling yours?”

  “Fuck no. I like to keep it in when it’s hot out. I’ll be back after I wash up.” He padded away.

  “Is anyone else here?”

  “No. I closed up. It’s just you and me. Why? You wanna get kinky?” He chuckled.

  “Just wondering.”

  “I won’t be long.”

  Baylee settled down on the small leather couch and picked up a biker magazine, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. She wanted to do something unexpected when Axe came in. She always wanted to be adventurous with the men in her life, but whenever she’d tried, it wasn’t their thing. They’d look at her as if she were a deviant, but with Axe, there were no bounds. He brought out her nasty, sexy side, and she loved him for it.

  Without thinking, she hurriedly stripped down to her ivory lace bra and panties, then went over to Axe’s bike and swung her leg over, straddling it. Her body tingled like a thousand live wires, and her heart thumped against her chest as she waited for him to come in. She’d never been this bold in taking the initiative before. Sucking in her breath, she hoped she didn’t chicken out before he came in.

  “Fuckin’ hot,” Axe said thickly.

  Since his bike faced out, she hadn’t seen him come in. All of a sudden, she felt shy and foolish. Baylee swung her leg over the seat, but before she could get off the bike, Axe was all over her, his hands wandering over her body as he seized her mouth with his, his tongue devouring hers. It was as though he was starving and she was his sustenance.

  “Get back on the bike,” he said harshly.

  Baylee swung her leg back over and Axe came to her side, massaging her tits while he licked her neck. She threw her head back as he kissed and sucked before his mouth trailed up to her ears. She moaned and tilted her head sideways as Axe ran his lips down her neck to her shoulder, lightly biting and sucking her delicate skin while he continued to massage her breasts. Each nip, lick, and kiss scorched her skin, and her body hummed with desire.

  “I love your skin, so soft in my hands,” he whispered between kisses.

  With her eyes closed, Baylee let herself feel the way her skin pebbled while he gave her soft bites. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood up when he blew against the wet trail his tongue left on her shoulder.

  Axe’s mouth came up to her face, his tongue tracing her jaw line as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them. She leaned back on her arms, making her chest stand out.
He groaned and his mouth seized hers hungrily as his tongue charged in, sending shivers of desire racing through her. Leaving her lips, his mouth seared a path down her neck to the swell of her breasts. With a ferocity that took her breath away, he shoved down her lace bra, revealing her fleshy tits. He sucked in his breath as his gaze lingered on them, the skin around her nipples puckering from the anticipation of what was to come.

  “Your tits are perfect. I fuckin’ love touching them, and I can’t wait to fuck them with my hard cock.”

  Baylee buried her hand in his thick hair, her mound damp from his filthy mouth. She loved a dirty talker, and Axe had a knack for it. Each time he’d say something dirty, her pussy tightened and an aching, sweet sensation sent quivers up her body. This biker knew how to make her burn.

  Pushing his head between her tits, Axe chuckled against her skin as he kneaded them, pinching and flicking her nipples.

  “Harder,” she said hoarsely.

  “That’s what I love, babe.”

  His sucking turned into biting as his teeth clamped down on her stiffened red buds, pain mixed with pleasure shooting through her. She leaned back further, the thin layer of skin stretching tautly. As he pinched her nipples hard, he sucked and bit the delicate flesh around them. Each bite electrified her body, and she feared she’d orgasm while he played with her.

  Gliding one hand down past her belly, he rubbed her pussy through her panties while he continued kissing, biting, and sucking her tits. Moving her panties to one side, he caressed her glistening sex then put his fingers between her swollen lips and stroked up and down. Bending at the waist, he opened her lips wide and licked her. With her head back, lips parted, a guttural moan escaped Baylee’s throat. She then held her breath and listened over the pulse booming in her ears, savoring his rasping sounds as he licked, sucked, and kissed her.

  “Fuck, babe. Your pussy is so hot and wet. And its taste is intoxicating. You’re so sweet.”

  As he tasted her, his tongue swirling around her clit, he continued playing with her tits. She swayed her hips, trying to rub against the Harley’s black leather seat. Axe raised his hand and put his finger, drenched with her juices, in her mouth.

  “Taste your sweetness.”

  She drew his finger deeper in her mouth, sucking it wildly, then looked down and met his lustful gaze as he watched her lick herself off his finger.

  “That’s fuckin’ hot, babe.”

  He withdrew his digit then shoved back inside her with such force her ass jumped up from the seat. She whimpered, watching his glimmering finger shove in and out of her. When his tongue flicked over her clit, a thousand jolts of pleasure erupted in her, and her body stiffened then quivered as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Not able to talk or move, she rested on the seat, her head back, legs splayed open, panting harshly. Axe stood up and plunged his hot tongue through her parted lips.

  “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I love watching you come.”

  Regaining some sense of normalcy, Baylee pushed up and drew Axe to her, hugging him tightly, her red nipples rubbing against his chest.

  “You are awesome. I’ve never felt like this with a man before. I love the way you touch me. Now, I want you to fuck me.”

  “I can’t wait to fuck your wet pussy. I know your tight cunt loves my big cock filling it up.”

  The things he said would make any decent woman blush, but Baylee was thrilled to hear them. They made her hot and horny, and her body tingled as she thought of him pounding into her.

  He helped her off the bike, then pushed her drenched panties down. She stood naked before him and he stared, devouring her with his gaze. She pushed his t-shirt over his head then unzipped his pants, his hardness jumping out. He discarded his jeans and boxers and they stood together, grinding against each other, feeling naked skin against naked skin.

  “Let me help you on my bike,” he rasped.

  Axe seated Baylee on his Harley as though she were going to ride it, then placed her hands on the handlebars. “Just relax,” he whispered as he gently kissed the side of her face.

  She turned sideways and saw him take out a condom from his wallet, rolling the sheath over his long, thick dick. Her sex clenched when she felt his hands on her back. His touch was electrifying, and the jolts it sent through her body were intense.

  “I’m gonna pick up your legs and pull them back. Don’t be afraid. You’re not gonna fall. I got you.”

  Baylee nodded as she held her breath and looked over her shoulder. Axe stood behind the bike, then reached on either side of her. He picked up her legs, extending them backward over the end of the motorcycle. Supporting her back end by holding her legs up, he moved his dick over her slick pussy before he entered her.

  The feel of having almost full body contact with the bike turned Baylee on, as did his big dick.

  “I love having you in me, filling me up. It feels so good.”

  “I love being in your tight pussy. I’m gonna fuck you good and hard.”

  He pulled out then slammed back in. Each time he thrust, her clit rubbed against the leather seat, sending currents of pleasure through her. Soon, her body vibrated with liquid fire as she shattered into thousands of glowing stars, soaring to a shuddering ecstasy while she screamed in pleasure. Axe began to pant, and she felt him go rigid as her pussy walls clamped around his dick.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting a few more times inside her.

  Baylee clenched, milking his cock for every last drop. He leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks then let her legs down slowly, guiding her into a sitting position on his bike. When he helped her off, her legs felt like rubber, and she fell into him. Catching her, he leaned against his bike and gathered her in his arms, holding her close while he stroked her hair.

  “Fuckin’ awesome,” he murmured into her tresses. “Damn, I won’t be able to ride again without thinking how hot you looked while I fucked you on this seat.” He patted the seat he leaned against.

  “It was amazing. For me, it was the first time on a motorcycle.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Are you joking?”

  He shook his head. “There’s no way in hell I was gonna fuck a chick on my bike. No woman gets on my bike unless I ask them to.”

  “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

  He laughed from his belly. “Sorry? I’m sure the fuck not. I’ve been fantasizing fucking you on my bike since I met you. I wanted it.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips.

  Surges of joy filled her, and her stomach fluttered in a good way. “I’m glad we shared this together.”

  “Me, too. You’re special to me.” He embraced her tighter. “Are you cold? You’re shivering.”

  “A little. The air conditioning is really cold.”

  “Let’s get dressed and get some dinner.”

  “Sounds good. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving.”

  She picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

  * * *

  Earl’s Restaurant was known for its juicy prime rib dinners, so when Axe suggested it, Baylee readily agreed. She was ravenous, and a juicy prime rib, a salad and baked potato sounded divine.

  They elected to dine on the patio, the heat of the day dissipating with the advance of the setting sun. The restaurant sat atop a hill, and the view was spectacular—the Rocky Mountains towering high in the sky, the verdant valley below teeming with wildlife, and the majestic fir forests.

  As she and Axe enjoyed their dinner, her phone pinged.

  Unknown: All the bodyguards in the world won’t keep you safe.

  Baylee blanched, her mouth quivering as she stared at the message.

  “Who is it?” Axe asked.

  Opening her mouth, no sound came forth. Shaking her head, she handed her phone to him.

  “What’s up?” he said as he read the message, his face reddening. “What the fuck?” he hissed.

  Axe: Listen fucker, you’re a dead man.

  Unknown: You think you sca
re me? Your little cunt is first, then you’re next. Enjoy your prime rib dinners.

  Axe leapt up, knocking over the glasses on the table. Stalking around the patio, he surveyed the valley, then went inside to search, leaving Baylee alone with her thoughts.

  A few minutes later, he returned and handed her the phone.

  “Fucker could be anywhere, peering at us through high-powered binoculars,” Axe seethed. He slammed his fist on the table, causing Baylee to jump. “I’ve gotta find this bastard. The asshole has just declared war.”

  The tremors started from her arms and ran all the way down to her toes—she couldn’t stop them. She hugged her arms, but they racked her body until she was one vibrating mess.

  Axe pulled her into his embrace, tucking her hair behind her ears as he whispered, “It’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” over and over in her ear.

  She clung to him, his soothing voice calming her. He held her for a long time, and the fear seeped out of her. Cupping his chin, she stretched up and kissed him. “Thanks.”

  “Never need to thank me for helping you.” He kissed her back, harder and deeper.

  “You know what?” she muttered against his soft skin.

  “Hmm?”

  “I’ve decided I can’t play the victim anymore. This psycho gets off on my fear, and I can’t live like this. I have to put the fear aside so I can concentrate and let my mind bring the memory of him forward. I can’t end up like my mother.” She rubbed her neck, pushing the fear down which threatened to rise again.

  “That’s my woman. In this world, you gotta fight. You can’t wait to be trampled, you gotta do the trampling first. Besides your bosses, who knows you’re in Pinewood Springs?”

  She looked up, racking her brain to remember who else she told about her summer gig. “Claudia. She’s a very good friend of mine, and she has the hots for Logan, but that’s not important. I know, TMI.”

  “Who else?”

  “My dad, my therapist, and that’s about it. I didn’t tell too many people. I don’t have a lot of friends since I work so much. That’s all I can think of. Maybe my dad or Claudia told some people?”