Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2)

by Wilder, Chiah

  When she threw her head forward, she looked straight at Jax. He stared at her, his face tight, hands on the table. Even from where she was, she saw hunger in his eyes. Placing a finger in her mouth, she sucked it, dragging it out as her other hand grabbed her sex. Smiling seductively at him, she unhooked her halter and let her high, rounded breasts free. She liked teasing him, and on stage she felt safe; he could look, but not touch. From the way he stared at her, his eyes crazed with desire, bulge aching to break free, she knew he wanted her. That was what she loved; the power she held over men with her body. When men were wild with lust, they’d do anything to stick their dick in her. That was where she had the control, and no one could take it from her. Amid all the shit she had in her life, knowing she had some power, some control, made her feel stronger.

  Cherri looped her fingers around the waistband of her skirt, pushing downward as she shimmied out of it. When she stood upright once more, the mist swirled around her, the lights glimmered, covering her like a shroud, and the glitter makeup on her body sparkled. Stroking her covered slit with her pink-tipped nails, she licked her lips as she spread her legs wide. Turning around, she bent over, looking at the entranced spectators between her legs. It was at that moment she watched Jax blow a kiss to her; a simple gesture which made her stomach flip-flop. The stage lights went out, and the audience applauded and cheered.

  She exited the stage and went to her dressing room to get her robe. As she massaged her sore feet, she heard a shuffling sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Jax standing in the doorway, his eyes glinting with arousal.

  “You outdid yourself tonight, sweetness,” he drawled.

  “Got to pay the bills, you know?” She didn’t like him being there, in her space, so close to her. It made her uncomfortable, causing her heart to race, her temples to throb. She didn’t know why she had such a reaction to him; she never felt anything in a man’s presence except disgust. It was something about this biker that threw her off-kilter, made her think of her childhood dreams of happily-ever-after before they became distorted. Cherri snorted, shaking her head to dispel her foolish thoughts.

  Jax came up to her, his hands on her shoulders, pulling her close to him.

  “What the fuck are you doing? I’m wiped out and want to get home. I don’t have time to fend you off, got it?”

  “Shh, calm down, little one. You’re always fighting, trying to be so tough. Just relax and let things take us where they will.” He cupped her chin and brought his lips down on hers. It was a gentle kiss, like a brushstroke on canvas, and his tongue skimmed over her mouth. Cherri instinctively leaned in closer to him, her mouth pliant under his. “You’ve got such kissable lips, sweetness,” he murmured against her mouth.

  Counter to her reason, her body responded, but when he brought his hand up toward her breast, she shut down. She was no longer Cherri, exotic dancer at Dream House—she was a frightened young teen hiding under the stairs of her home. She jerked away from Jax, pushing him back. “I told you I’m tired. I gotta go. Stop fuckin’ groping me.”

  Looking surprised, he said, “What just happened? A couple of seconds ago, you loved it, and now you turned into a frigid bitch. What the fuck?”

  Her ice-blue eyes flashed with anger. “Why don’t you leave me alone? What the fuck is your problem? I’m not interested in you or any man. I have to do this shit for now, but my job description doesn’t include having one of the owners handle me. There are plenty of whores around here who’d love to suck your dick. Go to them and leave me the fuck alone.”

  “That shit you were doing on stage was meant for me. If you don’t want the attention, then don’t be such a cock tease. And watch your fuckin’ mouth when you talk to me. I don’t like bitches thinking they can say whatever the fuck they want.”

  “Well, I don’t like assholes thinking they can paw me whenever the fuck they want, so I guess we’re even, aren’t we?”

  Rage filled his eyes as he pitched toward her. She ducked out of his grasp, scooped up her clothes from the floor, and locked herself in the bathroom. The door vibrated as he slammed his fist on it, making the wood groan under the force of his strength.

  “Your ass better stay in there. You fuckin’ need to learn respect, bitch!”

  “Give me respect and I’ll give it to you,” she replied as she put on her clothes.

  Cherri waited for about twenty minutes, not sure if he was still outside the door. Weary to the bone, she decided she’d have to deal with him if he were still there since she couldn’t spend the night in the bathroom. Opening the door, she peered out, seeing no one. Breathing a sigh of relief, she threw on her jacket, slung her tote and purse over her shoulder, and rushed out the back door.

  Outside in the parking lot, the frosty air made her feel alive as it stung her cheeks. The haziness of the night transformed the moon into a blurry orb hanging in the dark sky. While driving to the apartment she shared with two of the other dancers, she replayed the encounter with Jax in her mind. His gentle kiss made her feel mushy and funny inside—funny in a good way—but then he had to go and start his grabbing shit, just like all the men she had ever known. It was like they all wanted a piece of her to devour until she had nothing left of herself. Why do men have to be such assholes all the time?

  Once she entered her apartment, Cherri went straight to her bedroom, threw her purse on the floor, stripped off her clothes, and flopped on her bed, too tired to take off her makeup. A few minutes later, she was sound asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Deciding Cherri was going to plant herself all night in the bathroom, Jax bashed his fist against the wall, leaving the club through the back door, all the while cursing under his breath.

  The bitch messed with his head and his dick. Ever since her ass came to the Insurgents’ clubhouse, his cock had been hard, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen, with high cheekbones and porcelain skin framed by her long, layered, white-blonde hair. Her almond-shaped eyes changed between various hues of blue, depending on her mood. Those full, pouty lips were so fucking kissable, and he kept imagining them around his cock, sucking the shit out of it. Most of his biker brothers liked women with big tits, but he loved small, rounded ones, just like Cherri’s. He got a hard-on just thinking of sucking and biting her pretty nipples. And damn, her sweet, heart-shaped ass invaded his thoughts way too much. Fuck, I have it bad for this one.

  He sensed a vulnerability about her. Maybe it was because of her small stature, he wasn’t sure, but one thing he was sure of was he needed his cock in her pussy real bad. He couldn’t understand why she resisted him so much. Most women came on to him, and the ones he came onto always ended up in his bed. This one was not so easy, and it frustrated the hell out of him. He liked easy pussy, and Cherri was driving him crazy.

  “Are you heading back?” Chas asked as he took a hit on his roach before offering it to Jax.

  Inhaling, Jax nodded.

  Walking toward his bike, Chas said, “Then we can ride back together.”

  They each straddled their Harleys, peeling out of the parking lot and heading toward the Insurgents’ clubhouse.

  * * *

  Saturday nights were crazy at the compound. The members loved to party, and the booze and pussy flowed freely at the parties all the time. The club whores and hoodrats loved servicing the bikers, and each weekend, women in skimpy outfits lined up to get into the compound, leaving their inhibitions outside the chain-link fence that surrounded the club.

  As Jax and Chas walked across the parking lot, the frosty breeze wafted the sweet scent of weed from the clubhouse. Jax, at six foot two, and Chas, at six foot one, made an imposing duo. Sporting tight jeans and black t-shirts with their cuts, they entered the room and headed to the bar to knock down a few shots of Jack.

  “Thought you’d be bangin’ the shit outta that icy blonde at Dream House,” Chas said before throwing his shot down his throat.

  “You mean Che
rri? Nah, she’s a bitch.”

  “Could’ve fooled me. Every time you see her, your dick gets hard.” Chas chuckled.

  “Why the fuck are you looking?” Jax joked as he punched Chas in the arm. “Anyway, she’s just another stripper. Who the fuck cares?”

  “You haven’t missed one of her numbers since she’s been at Dream House.”

  Jax was getting pissed. “When did this become your fuckin’ business?”

  “Just sayin’. She’s got a pretty ass, but her tits are too small.”

  Jax grunted as the heat from his anger spread throughout his body. If Chas didn’t shut the fuck up, he was going to have to kick his ass good. Luckily, a short brunette with big tits came over to Chas and started rubbing his thighs. Turning toward her, Chas pulled her between his legs.

  Jax turned around to survey the room and spotted a few members from some of the charter clubs he hadn’t seen in a long time. Most of the brothers were either fucking one or two sluts or playing pool. He looked around for his favorite club whore, Rosie. He so wanted to get laid. He had hoped his sweet Cherri would have been up to the task, but she was turning out to be a pain in his ass, so he decided he’d fuck his brains out with Rosie instead.

  Finding her by the worn-out green couch in the corner of the room, he noticed she had her short skirt hiked high around her waist, her ass in the air, face twisted with desire. One of the brothers, Throttle, had his dick in her pussy as he banged away. A bitter smile whispered across Jax’s lips as he shook his head. He liked fucking Rosie—she was a firecracker in bed, and her mouth did amazing things to a man’s cock. She used to be a hoodrat who hung around on the weekends before deciding to become a club whore. After making sure she was who she said she was, she became property of the Insurgents and earned the club’s protection and a place to sleep upstairs, in the attic. Lola bitched about having another club whore around, but that slut would bitch about anything. Since Rosie was new, she was very popular, and Jax knew that pissed the hell out of Lola.

  He wanted her, but she was too busy servicing Throttle and it looked like Axe was next in line. Fuck, I really need to get laid. Looking around at the half-naked women in the room, his eyes landed on one of the dancers from Dream House. As a rule, the dancers stripped and nothing more. The women didn’t come to the clubhouse or club parties unless they wanted to; then they came as club girls and were available for servicing all the men, all night long. Insurgents never forced women to have sex—that wasn’t their style, and they didn’t allow any of that shit to happen at their club. Sometimes, when charter clubs or other biker guests came to party, things got out of hand and a few rough and drunk guys would force themselves on the women. If the Insurgents knew about it or found out about it, though, the guy would be banned from coming to any more parties at the clubhouse.

  Peaches, a cute blonde with brown eyes, had a firm ass and muscular legs. Her tits were a little too big for Jax’s liking, but he was horny as hell and he thought Peaches, in her tight spandex skirt and neon blue tube top, would do nicely.

  After pushing himself from the bar, he swaggered over to her. He saw her watch him from the corner of her eye, pretending she didn’t see him. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he leaned near her ear and said, “Baby, do you wanna have some fun tonight?”

  Turning toward him, the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she looked him up and down. Jax had noticed Peaches checking him out many times at Dream House, and he guessed she wanted to fuck him in the worst way. A few times, she made some moves on him at the club, but he wasn’t interested in going out with her. Going out with the dancers could be complicated since they weren’t regarded as free-for-all whores like the club sluts and hoodrats. But Peaches was at the clubhouse, on his turf, and he was ready to shove his thick cock into her wet warmth.

  Planting a kiss on her lips, he jerked his head toward the doorway, saying, “Let’s go and have a good time.”

  Peaches molded her body against his as he encircled her waist, walking out of the great room. They climbed the stairs to the third floor where Jax had his own room, since he was a board member. The third floor was reserved just for board members, and each of the six officers and three elected board members had rooms even if they didn’t live at the club regularly, like Hawk or Banger. Jax had lived at the clubhouse since his father was killed at Sturgis when he was eighteen years old and a prospect with the Insurgents. Seven years later, he was a fully patched officer and wore his colors proudly.

  Kicking open the door of his room, he pulled Peaches in. Pinning her against the wall, he roughly kissed her lips, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth while her groans made his dick grow harder. When he pulled down her tube top, her breasts spilled out and he rubbed them, tweaking her nipples as he kissed her neck. Peaches squirmed against the wall, her knee grinding against his cock. Yanking her skirt up over her hips, he shoved his hand down her panties, squeezing her wet pussy.

  “I like that, sexy,” she purred.

  He threw her one of his boyish grins, the one that melted women’s hearts. “Fuck, I like that you’re wet for me.”

  “I’ve been wet for you since I saw you at Dream House. I’ve wanted you inside me for a while now,” she murmured against his moist lips.

  Throwing her on the bed, Jax stripped off his clothes and joined her, his body looming over hers. Using his tongue, he traced from her neck down to her mound. Spreading her legs, he buried his face in her slit, his tongue flicking up and down between her folds. Peaches writhed beneath him as he stuck a couple fingers in her pussy. Not able to hold back any longer, Jax grabbed a condom, encased his dick, and thrust into her inviting wetness. He rode her hard, slamming in and out. Looking down on her as he fucked her, he did a double-take—Peaches had disappeared and Cherri had taken her place, her pouty lips slightly parted, and her mouth quivering with her satisfied moans. Jax felt his cock tighten before he spurted his release.

  He pulled off his condom, threw it in the trashcan next to his bed, and rolled over. Peaches snuggled against him, kissing his side. She ran her long nails over his sculpted chest. “Wow, you’re built. How do you do it?”

  “I work out a lot.” It was true; ever since he was thirteen years old, he had been working out like a fiend. It helped control the rage caged between his bones and his flesh. The obsession with pushing himself physically to the max was born the day his mom ditched him and his dad for another biker. His fury was born that day, as well, and grew as his father, too weak to handle his wife’s betrayal, gave up on being a father and threw himself into the slippery hands of Jack Daniels. If that wasn’t all fucked up, he didn’t know what was. A darkness spread over his face as his thoughts took him to places in his past he didn’t want to go.

  “Whatcha thinkin’?” Peaches asked as she nuzzled deeper into the crook of his arm.

  “You’re a good fuck. How many brothers you serviced so far tonight?”

  “You’re my only one. This is the first time I’ve come to one of the parties. I came hoping you’d be here.”

  “Is that right?”

  “I’ve seen you looking at me at the strip bar. I have a bit of a crush on you,” she whispered.

  “Don’t be having that shit on me. I don’t do this ‘one woman’ thing. You’re a good fuck, and I’d like to have you in my bed again, but don’t think I’m gonna be pining for you or bringing you roses, or shit like that. I fuck pussy, and that’s about it.”

  Nodding, she said, “That’s fine. I just want to be with you. Is it okay if I don’t do any of the other guys?”

  “If you come to the parties again, you’re considered a club whore for the night and you’re open to all the members. If you come with me, then you’re with me.”

  “Can I come with you? I mean, to be with you at the parties and at other times?”

  “I’ll let you know when I want to fuck you. Remember, you won’t be my girlfriend, just my fuck-buddy. If you’re cool with that, I’m down for that… for a w
hile.”

  “I’m down.” Peaches kissed Jax’s face, her leg rubbing against his thigh. His dick twitched, and immediately her blonde head started its descent toward his hardening shaft. Watching as her thin lips wrapped around his dick, he found himself wishing it were Cherri sucking his hardness.

  Fuck it all to Hell.

  Chapter Three

  “Your ass is fuckin’ outta here. We don’t tolerate drug use, you fuckin’ crack head!” Emma was beyond pissed. She ran a clean club, and this sniveling bitch had been given a couple of warnings from her already, yet there she was, flying higher than a damn kite.

  “Please, Emma. I swear, I’ll never use again. I need this job! I got a kid to support,” Mandy said, eyes dilated and nose running, her words rushing out.

  “You’re toast, bitch. I gave you more than enough chances. I’m done with your shit. Pack up your stuff and get the hell outta here.” Emma looked toward Holt, who was wiping down the bar, and yelled out to him, “Make sure this slut’s outta here in ten minutes, or throw her ass out, got it?”

  Not looking up, he nodded in agreement. Mandy ran out of the room, screaming obscenities. Emma looked at Cherri who sat at the corner of the bar, sipping an iced Coke with lemon. “You’ll take Mandy’s spot,” she said.

  Swallowing hard, Cherri wiped her mouth then said, “What, you want me to be the lead dancer?”

  “Yep, and I want you to be the one supervising the dancers in the back before the shows.”

  “I can’t do that! I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve only been here for two months. Give the position to Peaches. She wants it bad, and she’s been here longer than me.” Cherri stabbed at the ice slivers in her glass, her eyes cast downward.