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

by Chiah Wilder

  As he watched her face contort, he leaned down and swallowed her cries of ecstasy with his mouth. The way she thrashed, moaned, and pulled his hair was turning him way the fuck on. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down hurriedly, then gripped her ankles, pushing her bent knees further toward her.

  “I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy. I can’t get enough of it,” he said, running his length over her slick sex then thrusting into her. “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”

  Panting and grunting, he pummeled her hard and fast, his hands slipping under her ass and lifting her further so he could push in deeper. As he dove in, she tilted her hips up, meeting him, taking every inch of him, until they moved together as one, their bodies fused by heat and lust.

  His gaze dropped and he watched himself enter her over and over, stretching her wider, his dick glistening with her juices.

  “Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he panted.

  As they moved together, her soft hand lightly touching his balls sent jolts of intense pleasure up his spine. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as badly as he wanted her. Bending down, he captured her mouth, kissing her hard before he pulled back, his eyes fixed on hers. With his finger, he caressed the side of her clit, watching her face crumple as she cried out in pleasure, her warm walls tightening around him as he pushed into her. Her arms circled him, her nails digging into the skin on his back. Then his body went stiff and a feral growl sprang from his throat as his seed rushed out in streams, filling her up.

  “Baylee. Fuck. Fuck!”

  He collapsed on top of her, loving the feel of her quivering body as it slowly relaxed from her orgasm. Flipping over, he held her close to him, their legs entwined. They lay together, sated, Axe playing with her hair as he kissed the side of her forehead. He never wanted to move.

  Baylee, naked and warm, and in his arms, was perfect.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Two weeks later

  The anniversary of her mother’s death came and went without incident. Baylee hadn’t heard anything from the killer for the past three weeks. Perhaps someone was playing a sick joke on her, after all, and all her worry was for naught. Banger nixed the guard duty since everything was quiet and he needed the prospects at the club.

  Baylee had felt vulnerable at first, but Axe made sure he was around most of the time when she wasn’t at work, so the fear was held at bay.

  The end of the summer, and her services in Pinewood Springs, were coming to an end. The foundation had been poured and the strip mall construction had begun. Banger was pleased, and he rewarded Baylee with a very large bonus. Logan accused her of sleeping her way into the good graces of the club, and Baylee knew when she was chosen for the partnership, he’d cry foul.

  She sighed. She had mixed feelings about going back to Denver. On one hand, she missed her condo, friends, and the feel of a big city, but on the other, she was hopelessly in love with Axe. How could she leave him? In ten days, she’d be back home. For sure, she’d have to come back to Pinewood Springs to make sure everything was going okay, but the majority of the process on her end was finished; the rest could be completed by Skype.

  Her heart lurched when she thought of Axe. They loved each other, something she never would have predicted. A one-night stand had turned into mutual love and respect. She smiled weakly when she remembered her plan to engage in a summer fling with him.

  She packed up her laptop just as her phone pinged. Her heart leapt when she saw it was Axe. He must’ve finished with his uncle. Axe had finally tracked his uncle down and went to talk with him. Baylee was dying to know what transpired.

  Axe: Hey, babe. Want Mexican for dinner?

  Baylee: Sounds perfect. Did u see ur uncle?

  Axe: Yeah. He’s sorry he scared u. Just thought u were pretty.

  Bullshit.

  Baylee: U believe him?

  Axe: Yeah. Know him. Dead end.

  Is he telling me the truth? Why would he lie to me? I feel something’s not right.

  Axe: U still there?

  Baylee: Yeah. Packing up. Done with work.

  Axe: Club is sponsoring charity bike rally tomorrow. Want to go?

  Baylee: Yeah. Is it in town?

  Axe: Ya. In Lakeside Valley.

  Baylee: K. What time tonight?

  Axe: 7:30. I’ll pick u up.

  Baylee: K. See u.

  She massaged the back of her neck, trying to rub out the kinks. Even though Axe said his uncle’s actions were innocent, she didn’t believe it for a moment. He was probably just biased because it was his uncle. She switched off the office light, happy the work day was over.

  * * *

  “Are you sure he’s telling you the whole story?” Dean asked as he adjusted the fan in his hot office.

  Axe wiped his palms on his jeans. “Yeah. I have a way of getting people to tell me the truth.”

  The private investigator glanced sideways in surprise. “Your own family? Damn, that’s cold.”

  Axe’s gaze was flat and hard. “So, we set to go next Tuesday?”

  “Sure. Shit!” He jumped back, shook his hand, then placed his bleeding thumb in his mouth. “This damn fan is a pain in the ass.”

  “Why don’t you fix the AC? I know you can afford it, I paid you enough fuckin’ money.”

  A nervous laugh bubbled from him as he turned around, wiping his perspiring forehead. “It’s a goner. I’m going to have to buy a new fan.”

  Axe only stared at him.

  Clearing his throat, Dean sat behind his desk, took out a monthly calendar, and jotted something down. “This Tuesday. Does Ms. Peters know anything?”

  Axe shook his head. “It’s gotta stay that way. I can’t risk her knowing.”

  Dean held his water bottle against his neck. “Damn, can’t wait for the summer to end. It’ll be soon. Have you noticed some of the leaves are starting to change? Can’t come soon enough.”

  Axe sat, stone-faced.

  “And you’re right about not telling her. The average person can’t hide fear or nervousness too well. It takes a steely SOB to not crack. Make sure you don’t weaken and spill your guts to her. I’ve seen that happen too many times.” He set the water bottle on the desk. “Women have a way of making us tell them shit we don’t want to.”

  Pulling himself up, Axe’s lips curled into a cynical smile. “No worries. I’m a steely sonofabitch.”

  He left the office, grateful to be out of the sweat box with the sweating PI. The fresh air energized him, and he headed his bike to the clubhouse. He wanted to tell Chas, Jerry, Rock, and Jax they were set for Tuesday. The PI had accomplished what Axe wanted, creating a buffer to throw the killer off. When the PI discovered Baylee’s old room had been bugged, Axe wasn’t surprised. He wanted the killer to conclude that Axe had turned over the investigation to the investigator, so Axe could be free to track things down behind the scenes.

  He turned into the club’s lot and nodded to Puck who was in the back, scrubbing trashcans. Axe entered through the back, the scent of hickory surrounding him. In the kitchen, he watched Doris, Marlene, Cherri, and Addie talking and laughing as they prepared the food for the dinner after the rally.

  The club sponsored three rallies a year: the big one in the fall at Cooper Peak, and two smaller ones at Lakewood Valley. The one set for the following day was to benefit a charity that helped bikers out with their children who’d been diagnosed with cancer. It killed Axe every time he’d see the kids at the rally. They were all in various stages, and the ones in the later stages saw the rally on their DVD player when their dads brought them the recording after the event. Fuck. Life doesn’t make sense.

  “Smells good,” he said as he neared the stove. “Whatcha makin’?”

  “Beef ribs and honey-baked hams,” Addie replied as she stirred the glaze on the stovetop.

  “Make a lot, we’re expecting a big crowd tomorrow night.”

  “Chas told me, and he also wanted extra to bring home.” Addie laughed.

>   “See you, ladies.”

  Axe made his way to the great room where he saw Chas, Jax, and Jerry sitting at a table, drinking beers. He headed over to them.

  “Saw your old ladies cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Smells good,” he said to Chas and Jax.

  “She’s cooking, and I’m babysitting.” Jax pointed to Paisley, who ran around the great room, squealing in delight.

  “Me, too.” Chas pointed to his daughter, Hope, sleeping in a yellow car seat, a green blanket with giraffes on it tucked snug under her chin.

  Axe shook his head. “Fuck. What the hell’s happened to us?”

  “Loving a woman,” Chas replied.

  Jax and Axe nodded.

  “So, what’s the word?” Jerry asked. “We doing this on Tuesday?”

  “Yeah. I had to verify some shit with my uncle, which took longer than I’d have liked. He didn’t cooperate in the beginning.” Axe threw back the shot of Jack the prospect set in front of him.

  “Is he gonna snitch?” Jax questioned.

  “Nah. He’s stupid, but he’s not crazy. He likes living too much.”

  They chuckled then grew quiet as Axe explained the plans for the following Tuesday night.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Excitement was in the air as bikers, their families, and citizens milled around the rally, checking out a few of the stands dotting the area. The maple and oak trees provided shade from the rays of a late August sun, and the breezes off the lake cooled the area.

  Baylee had never seen so many people in leather. Women, men, and children donned leather boots, vests, and jackets, even though the temperature hovered around ninety degrees. A boy around eight years old with dark hair ran up to her and Axe.

  “Uncle Axe, have you seen my mom and dad?”

  “They were by the stage listening to the band. Come on, let’s go look for them.”

  The boy looked up at Baylee, then back at Axe. “Is this your girlfriend Mom and Dad keep talking about?”

  Red brushstrokes painted her cheeks, and she swatted Axe’s arm when he laughed deeply.

  “Yeah. Jack, this is Baylee. Baylee, this is Jack. He’s Chas’s son.”

  “Nice meeting you,” Baylee greeted before following the two.

  After reuniting Jack with his parents, Axe grasped her hand and led her over to the Harleys on display.

  “I didn’t know Addie and Chas had a son,” she said.

  “They have a daughter together. Jack is Chas’s son from another marriage. His ex was such a bitch. Since they got hitched, Addie’s been in the process of adopting Jack.”

  “What about his mom?”

  “She doesn’t give a shit. She signed the papers. Not sure how it works. Cara’s helping them with that.”

  “Addie seems like she’d be great mom.”

  “She is. Jack’s crazy about her. You want kids?”

  Baylee sputtered then coughed. “Where did that come from?”

  “We were talking ‘bout kids. Just wondered. Do you?”

  “Someday, it’d be nice, but I’m not even thinking about it now.” She swallowed. “How about you?”

  “Yeah. Someday.”

  They stopped in front of fifty Harleys gleaming in the sun. As Axe whistled and admired them, Baylee mulled over Axe’s question. Why had he asked if she wanted kids? Did he plan on spending his future with her? Even though he’d told her she was his forever, the fact remained that she lived in Denver and he lived there. How were they ever going to resolve that problem?

  Axe spoke with a few guys in leather, and Baylee noticed several women in short skirts and shorts wearing halter tops stood at a distance, giggling and pointing at Axe. Soon, a few of them came over and spoke with them, a blonde one constantly touching his upper arm. Clenching her teeth, Baylee’s hands curled into fists as she watched Axe laugh and talk with the women.

  “Hi, Baylee. I thought I might run into you” Palmer greeted.

  “Palmer. How are you?”

  “Good.” His gaze slowly moved up her body. “You’re looking hot.”

  Ignoring his comment, she pulled down her crop top in a vain effort to cover her belly button.

  “What’ve you been up to? You haven’t returned any of my phone calls,” he said.

  “Busy with work.”

  “And with me.” Axe’s arm hooked around her waist.

  A dark scowl replaced Palmer’s smile. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he spat.

  Axe walked away with Baylee close to his side.

  “You have a real attitude problem, jerk,” Palmer called after him.

  Axe continued walking, but Baylee winced as his hand tightened around hers. Turning sideways, she noticed his jaw was clenched.

  “I can’t believe my dad married your trashy mom.”

  Before Baylee could think, Axe dropped her hand and marched toward Palmer.

  “Fuck off. Stay away from my woman,” Axe hissed.

  Palmer snorted. “You wish she were your woman. She’s not the type of woman who goes out with trash.”

  Baylee blanched, the tension around the two men thicker than fog on a rainy day. She spotted Banger, Hawk, and Chas watching them. She moved forward but a hand held her back; looking up, she recognized Jax, relief washing over her. Palmer took a step back and Axe took one forward.

  “Aren’t you guys going to stop this?” she asked.

  Jax replied, “Axe can take care of himself real good. This isn’t our business.”

  Palmer then turned to her and questioned, “Are you this guy’s woman?”

  Everything stopped for her. It was like she was looking down on the scene from above: Palmer tight-lipped and staring at her, Axe’s fists clenched with hatred in his eyes.

  “Turn the fuck around. We’ve been gunning for this day for a long time.”

  Baylee knew who would win this fight. If she didn’t do something, Palmer would leave on a gurney and Axe in a squad car. She couldn’t let it happen.

  She ran between the two men.

  “Baylee, get the fuck out of the way,” Axe commanded, his voice sharp like a whip.

  “No.” Axe’s predatory growl sent shivers down her back, and her pulse pounded in her ears. Sucking in a deep breath, she turned to Palmer. “Yes, I’m Axe’s woman. I love him, and I don’t appreciate you calling him trash. He’s a wonderful man.”

  If a pin dropped, she could’ve sworn she’d be able to hear it. Palmer stood before her, lips parted and brows together, as if the reality of her choosing a foul-mouthed, leather-clad outlaw over him was incomprehensible.

  Axe came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, moving her to the side. “That was sweet, babe. Now, stand away.”

  In one fluid move, he punched Palmer right in the jaw. The blow knocked his opponent on the dirt. Shaking his head, Palmer jumped up and turned away. “Neither of you are worth it.”

  “Stay the fuck away from me and Baylee,” Axe said in an icy voice.

  Palmer walked away, disappearing into the crowd. The group of people who had stood around waiting to see a fight broke apart, wandering off in many directions. Baylee gazed downward, watching the tufts of grass shiver in the breeze.

  “Get over here.” Axe gripped her wrist, yanking her against him.

  Baylee nuzzled his neck, kissing him, her tongue flicking his earlobe. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

  He placed both hands on the side of her face, her gaze latching onto his. “You are everything to me.” Then he kissed her savagely with his hot mouth, sending spirals of pleasure through her.

  With his arm wrapped around her, Baylee leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked around the rally. Several women waved to Axe and, to his credit, he either ignored them or gave them a curt nod. When they sat at one of the tables under the oak tree, enjoying the coolness of the shade, Baylee took Axe’s hand in hers.

  “You seem to know a lot of women,” she said, her heart pounding.

  “I do.”
r />   “It kind of bothers me,” she admitted.

  “I get that. It’d bother me if you had a bunch of guys you knew flirting and waving at you. You gotta understand they don’t mean anything to me. We were only having fun. You’re the one who means something to me. We’re gonna run into chicks who fucked me. I can’t change that. It doesn’t have anything to do with us.”

  “I know it’s your past, but there are so many. I guess I don’t like seeing the women you screwed because I know they’ve had the same things I do with you.”

  His eyes bored into her. “Not true. What I had with them was just fucking. You and I make love. I hold you all night, and when you’re not awake, I fuckin’ watch you sleep. Don’t ever think I gave what we have to other women. I never have. You’re my woman. My love.”

  Baylee jumped up and plopped in his lap, feathering kisses all over his face and neck. She wriggled against him, giggling when he blew against her ear. He captured her neck’s soft flesh, biting and sucking it while he caressed her thigh. She squirmed as shivers of pleasure zinged through her. As she jiggled her butt, she felt the bulge between his legs grow long and thick against her ass.

  “You better stop all your fidgeting unless you wanna fuck against a tree again.” His thick voice caressed her from head to toe.

  As he rubbed her thigh, her pulsing sex ached for him to touch her, enter her, and bring her over the top.

  “I’m horny for you,” she whispered.

  “What are we waiting for? Let’s go back to the clubhouse. I can show you my room.”

  “Won’t there be people there?”

  “They’re all here. We’ll be alone for a few hours. Later, there’s a barbecue then the club party. That’ll be wild. Can’t wait to show you off to the visiting members.” He sucked her bottom lip while his hand slipped under her thigh.

  Catching his glance, a sensual thrill rode her spine as she saw hunger blazing in his dark eyes. “What are we waiting for?” she rasped.

  He scooped Baylee up then set her on her feet, tugging her along as they went to his Harley. Pressed against his back, the cool, early evening breeze rolled around her as they drove to the clubhouse.