Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3)

by Wilder, Chiah

  “All I can say is Snake better keep outta my way if he wants to keep living,” Chas snarled.

  “I shoulda told you to slit Dustin’s and Shack’s throats while you were breaking up the club. I let a past friendship with Dustin cloud my judgment. I just hope we don’t lose brothers over it if shit happens with the Deadly Riders.” Banger’s weathered face looked older than usual.

  The members yelled out their support for Banger, saying killing a brother, even pieces of disloyal shit like Dustin and Shack, was always hard. They told Banger they were behind him all the way.

  “Appreciate it. Now, moving on to other business.” Banger looked Axe in the eyes and said, “Axe will start working with Derry, Decker, and Vale Architecture Firm. He’ll help in constructing and overseeing the strip mall project.”

  Axe tilted his chin in acknowledgement.

  As the finances of the club’s businesses were discussed, Chas squirmed around in his chair, impatient for church to end so he could get back home to his sweet Addie. He couldn’t believe it’d been a month already since she’d come home from the hospital. Over her protests, he moved her into his house where he could watch over her and help her recover.

  Chas’s mom, as well as the old ladies, lent a helping hand, and he didn’t know what he would’ve done without their support. Stubborn as always, Addie went back to work at the library. She’d told him she missed it and it was important to her. Chas was outnumbered with his mom and Jack in agreement with Addie, so he gave in but was still pissed as hell.

  Ian’s SUV was found by snowshoers, and his death was deemed an accident. Only the Insurgents and Addie knew the whole truth. Cara knew of Addie’s implication in the crime in Chicago, and she arranged a meeting with her, Addie, and Cara’s friend, Jim—an agent with the Colorado Bureau of Investigations.

  After many sleepless nights, the investigation cleared Lizabeth Quinn of any involvement with the murder. Even though she knew Ian was the killer, under the law, Addie did not have to report the crime. A thorough search of Ian’s condo and computer hard drive revealed more than the Chicago investigators had bargained for. All the evidence indicated that Ian Quinn was a paid assassin. The husband of the murdered woman was apprehended shortly thereafter, and was awaiting trial on the charge of hiring a hitman to kill his wife.

  After two and a half long years, Lizzie Quinn, AKA Addie O’Leary, had been cleared. Chas had driven Addie to the courthouse to file the paperwork Cara had given her to finally put to rest Lizzie Quinn. Addie leapt with joy and threw her arms around Chas when the paperwork went through, legally changing her name to Addie O’Leary.

  As Chas thought about it during church, he smiled. He had plans to change her name one last time.

  “Church adjourned. Let’s have some fun,” Banger said, as the gavel hit the table.

  The chairs scraped against the concrete floor as members rose to their feet, laughing and talking while they headed to the great room to grab some beers, play some pool, and get some pussy.

  “You stayin’?” Axe asked Chas.

  “Nah. I gotta pick up Jack and take him over to his friend’s house. He’s doing a sleepover.”

  “Nice. You get your woman all to yourself tonight, huh? Good plan.” Axe smiled as his eyes fixed on a pretty brunette in a low-cut red spandex dress.

  Chas laughed and shook his head. “I can see you’re stayin’.”

  “Fuck yeah. I’m still a free agent. It’s great.” Axe clapped Chas’s arm then walked over to the brunette.

  Outside, the frosty air licked at Chas’s face, and the heat from his breaths turned into puffs of vapor, which dissipated into the approaching darkness. The parking lot was laid white with frost, and as he walked to his Harley, he felt the icy asphalt under his boots. Chas wrapped the black and gray scarf Addie had knit him around his nose and mouth then revved up his bike and roared out of the clubhouse’s lot.

  The smell of firewood wafted around Chas as he came back from dropping Jack off at his friend’s house. From the foyer, he could see the glow of the pinewood burning in the fireplace. He padded into the kitchen and saw Addie bent over, taking out a skillet from the wood cabinet next to the stove. He hooked his arm around her waist, nudging her upright.

  Startled, she gasped. “You scared me.”

  Nuzzling her neck, he whispered in her ear, “Sorry. I thought you heard me come in. You smell wonderful, precious.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, and he felt her shiver under his touch.

  “I was just getting ready to start dinner.” Addie placed her hands on top of Chas’s.

  He lightly kneaded her belly. “How’re you feeling? How’s our baby feeling?”

  Addie laughed. “We’re both good. My doctor’s appointment today went great. She said the baby is right where she should be.”

  “She? What if it’s a he?”

  “Either way, it doesn’t matter to me. Does it to you?”

  “Nah. I just want a healthy baby, who has your beautiful hair.”

  “Chas?”

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “Will you answer me truthfully? You’re happy about the baby, aren’t you?”

  Chas squeezed her tighter. “Yeah. Of course I am. It’s just that I still can’t believe I’m gonna be a father again. For me, it’s great news.”

  “I’m glad. I’m thrilled we’re having a baby. I didn’t think I could ever have one. You know, I tried to when I was married, but I could never get pregnant. Ian always blamed me, but now I know it wasn’t my fault. When I asked the doctor how I could’ve gotten pregnant since I was on the pill, she told me I was part of the two percent who became pregnant while on contraceptives. I’m happy, though, real happy.”

  Chas whispered, “Me, too, babe.” He kissed the spot under her earlobe.

  Addie moaned softly then said, “Now, go into the other room so I can start dinner. Otherwise, we’ll never eat.”

  “No way. You’re gonna get dressed, and I’m taking you out to dinner at a nice restaurant. You know, tonight is the first time we’ve been all alone since you came back from the hospital.” Nipping her neck, his hand cupped her breasts. “And I intend to take full advantage of it.”

  Addie giggled and pushed back into Chas, her sweet ass swaying around his hardening dick. “I’m so tired tonight. Would you mind if we just stayed in and ordered a pizza?” She rested her head against his chest, slightly tilting it up.

  With lowered face, his lips covered hers as he kissed Addie, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Breaking away, Chas said, “Not at all. I’ll order the pizza and salad. Why don’t you pick out a movie?”

  “A chick flick?” she asked, hopefulness lacing her voice.

  Chas groaned then sighed. “Okay. A chick flick.”

  She whirled around and kissed Chas on the chin. “Next movie night, you can pick whatever violent movie you want. Deal?”

  “You’re so precious,” he said as he tweaked the tip of her nose.

  Smiling, she said, “I’m going to change. You order the food. I’m starving.”

  * * *

  The empty pizza box laid on the coffee table as Chas and Addie snuggled up on the couch with popcorn in hand and one large afghan tucked around them. The flames in the fireplace curled and swayed as they burned the dry wood, crackling and popping like a bowl of Rice Krispies.

  Chas leaned forward and grabbed his beer and a few tissues for Addie. She’d been sniffling and tearing during a good portion of the movie, The Lucky One. He handed her the tissues and suppressed a smile as she blew her nose. With his hand, he drew her head to his shoulder, kissing the top of it.

  After Addie finished crying, she turned to Chas and gushed, “Wasn’t that a good movie? I loved it.”

  “It was okay. I’m trying to figure out why you like a movie that makes you cry so much. What’s up with that?”

  “It touched my heart, and even though I cried, it was good crying, you know?”

  Chas didn’t have a clue what she was talk

ing about, but it seemed to make sense to her, so he just nodded.

  “I’m going to clean up a bit,” she said as she rose from the couch then started picking up empty beer cans and the pizza box. “Why don’t you bring the salad bowls to the kitchen so I can put them in the dishwasher?”

  Chas jumped up and grabbed all the items in Addie’s hands. “Sit down, woman. Why are you carrying anything when you have a man around?” When she started to protest, he silenced her with a deep kiss. “Relax, precious.”

  He scurried out of the family room, balancing everything on top of the pizza box. When he came back, he handed Addie a 7-Up and he popped open a can of Coors. After gulping down his beer, he added another log to the fire then moved the coffee table to the side. He grabbed another afghan from the back of the couch—his woman was obsessed with the crocheted blankets—and spread it on the floor.

  “And what are you doing?” Addie asked with amusement in her voice.

  “Making everything cozy for my woman.” He smoothed out the blanket then held out his hand. “Come here.”

  With a wide grin on her face, Addie took Chas’s hand and let him lead her to the blanket on the floor.

  “Hmm, it’s nice and warm in front of the fire,” she said as she stroked the side of his face with her fingers.

  “Yeah, and it’s gonna get a lot hotter.” Chas cradled Addie against his chest then cupped her chin, pushing her head back. Placing his lips on hers, he kissed her slowly, sucking her lips, swirling his tongue inside her mouth. The coolness from her soft drink was refreshing to his warm tongue.

  Addie moaned as she placed her hands on either side of his face, her kisses becoming rougher and deeper. He tangled his hand in her long strands and pulled her head back, making his tongue plunge deeper into her hungry mouth.

  Gently, Chas eased her down on the afghan, their mouths never separating. As he continued to kiss her, he unfastened the tie around her robe and opened it—a surge of lust shot through him when he touched her naked body. “Oh, baby,” he murmured against her swollen lips.

  Leaving her mouth, his tongue trailed down her neck, nipping and kissing the spot above her collarbone, which drove her crazy. With feathery touches and kisses, he teased every inch of her body until Addie said breathlessly, “I can’t take any more. I need you inside me. I’m aching for you.”

  “I’m aching for you, too, precious.”

  Since Addie had come home from the hospital, she’d had to take it easy. But she was fine and cleared by the doctor, and Chas had no intention of taking it easy. He’d fuck her rough, hard, and fast—just like his woman loved it.

  Trailing his tongue down to her wet, pulsing clit, Chas opened her engorged lips with his fingers and dug his tongue between her beautiful rosy folds, licking all around in circular and figure-eight patterns. Addie bucked underneath him, pushing her pussy closer to his mouth. His cock ached to slam into her, but he wanted her to come before he entered her heated silkiness.

  Addie tried to sit up, but Chas gently pushed her back. “Just lie back, baby, and let me make you come.”

  “I’m so ready, hon. Don’t you want to put your dick in me?” Addie gasped as she arched her back and ground her pussy into his face.

  “All in good time. Right now, I’m enjoying the taste of you. Sweet, like honey.”

  “I love what you do with your tongue,” Addie moaned.

  “I want to rub your pussy all over my face, precious.” Chas buried his mouth into her warm and juicy folds, his tongue continuing to lick everywhere but her sweet nub. He knew she was aching for him to touch her hardening spot, but he wanted to tease her, drive her wild, until she exploded from desire.

  As he sucked and licked her clit, he shoved two fingers into her slick pussy, loving the way she clenched them. In and out, he finger-fucked her hard while he flicked her bud, stroking the sensitive skin next to it quickly with the tip of his tongue.

  “Yes, right there. Right. There. Don’t stop,” she rasped as she thrashed her head from side to side.

  Chas licked faster. His fingers fucked her harder. Deeper. Then she exploded. A scream deep from her throat burst through her lips. Chas watched her as she gave herself up to abandoned pleasure. She squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples. Tightness coiled around his fingers like a vise, vibrating against them as she grabbed at his hair and tugged hard. Very hard. Her creamy thighs quivered against the sides of his head.

  As her body calmed down, Chas pushed up and captured a semi-hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it as he played and flicked the other nipple with his fingers.

  “Oh, honey. That was awesome.” She reached down and curled her fingers around his hard cock. “I want this inside me.”

  “Want what? Say the words, babe.”

  “I want your big dick inside me. Does that cut it for you?”

  With twinkling eyes, he lowered his head and said, “Fuck yeah,” before he kissed her.

  Addie placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down on them. “Please?”

  Chuckling, Chas played with her tits for a while longer then rolled her over so she was on her stomach. “On your knees. I want to see your sweet ass as I fuck you.”

  On her hands and knees, Chas positioned her tits and head flat on the blanket, making her ass and glistening pussy shoot up higher. “Like what I’m seeing, babe.”

  “I love it when you take me from behind,” Addie said, her voice muffled by the blanket.

  “That’s good, ’cause I’m gonna ram my cock so deep and hard in you, you’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.”

  He slid his finger up and down her drenched folds then spread it over her puckered, pink opening as he kissed and bit her ass cheeks.

  Addie whimpered.

  “You like me touching your ass? You got a sexy, sweet one.” He bit it again then ran his fingers over her clit, making sure to softly stroke her wet nub.

  Addie moaned and wiggled her ass against him.

  “I’m gonna do you right now, babe. Your pussy… or your ass…?

  Chas heard Addie’s sharp intake of breath. With calloused fingers, he rubbed her ass. “It’s tempting, babe.” He smacked her hard then kissed and licked the sting away.

  “What’ll it be? Pussy…” He inserted a finger in her and wiggled it around. “Or ass…?” Taking out his finger, he stroked her small opening.

  “Pussy,” she rasped.

  “Pussy it is.” Without another word, he rammed his rock-hard cock into her.

  Addie moaned as she balled the afghan in her hands.

  Over and over, Chas drilled in and out of her heated wetness, lifting her ass higher so he could go deeper.

  “Do you like the way my cock is fuckin’ your tight pussy?” he said thickly.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  Addie’s pussy clinched so tightly it felt like it was sucking his cock. Not being able to hold out any longer, Chas grunted as he filled his woman, relishing the feel of her come bathing his shaft and mixing with his. The way her sex hugged and pulsed against his length told Chas she was in pure ecstasy. As she spasmed, her heat gripped and milked Chas as he continued to thrust inside of her, loving the feeling of closeness and pure pleasure. It felt like a tsunami in a tight funnel squeezing his cock.

  “I love you, precious,” he said hoarsely.

  “Me, too,” she panted.

  Chas wrapped his arm around her waist while he lay down on the blanket, drawing her close to him. Addie’s inner thigh continued to convulse and Chas put his hand on her ass, waiting for her to finish shaking.

  The dying embers in the fireplace glowed as they lay tangled together. Chas wrapped the blanket around them, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  The following morning, Addie rolled over and snuggled in the crook of Chas’s arm. A smile spread over his face as he watched her shimmy into him.

  “Are you up?” she murmured into his chest, her breath hot on his skin.

  “Sorta,” he replied.

  “It snowed early this morning. When I came back from the bathroom, I peeked out the window, and everything was covered in white. It was so quiet. Very pretty. I love the winter.” She burrowed her head under his arm.

  “I don’t mind it, and Jack loves it. He started skiing last season, so I suspect we’ll be goin’ to Sunlight Mountain and Aspen quite a bit this winter. Snowshoeing is cool. The only downside with the snow and ice is it’s a bitch to ride. By spring, I can’t wait to hit the roads on my Harley every chance I get.”

  “I’ve only skied a couple of times. I liked it, but never went again.”

  “This year, you can watch, but next year, I’m getting your ass on the slopes. Jack will love it.” Chas leaned down and kissed her head.

  Addie’s stomach growled, and she giggled.

  “You hungry?” he teased.

  “Guess I am. I’m craving eggs, bacon, and buttered toast with lots of apricot jam. Oh, and orange juice. A big glass of it.”

  Chuckling, Chas cupped her chin and kissed her tenderly. “Let’s have breakfast then we can hang out until I pick Jack up.”

  “What time are you picking him up?”

  “I told him five o’clock. We have all day to spend together.”

  “Nice.” Addie gripped his waist tighter with her arm.

  After watching her for several minutes, Chas eased out of her grasp and said, “I got something for you, precious.”

  He felt her eyes on him as he went to the tall chest of drawers and took out a folded leather vest. Stalking back to bed, he climbed under the covers then turned to Addie, his head propped on his elbow.

  “What’s this?” she asked as she unfolded the vest. “It’s so soft.”

  “Read the back.”

  “ ‘Property of Chas,’ ” she said.

  “Addie, I want you to be my old lady.”

  Her gaze sparkled. “Yes, I’d love to be your old lady.” She laughed. “It’s going to take some time for me to get used to being called your old lady.” Addie sat up and placed the vest over her nightshirt. “How do you like it?”

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