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

by Wilder, Chiah

  “Fuck, sweetie. I love how I make you so wet.”

  Cherri moaned her response as she squirmed under his caressing finger, fixing her gaze on him when he smiled and put his finger in his mouth, tasting her. With her fist in his hair, she pulled his head back then bent over, running her lips and tongue over his face—light, feathery strokes on his forehead, eyes, cheeks, and everywhere else except his mouth. He stood up, pulling her with him, and crushed her to his chest. Hearing her gasp—one, single gasp—set his body on fire, and he had to possess all of her, even if it meant he’d lose his soul to her.

  Jax yanked her hair back and she cried out, but he cut off the sound with his mouth on hers, devouring her lips as his tongue darted in and plunged deep inside, pushing further until she placed her small hands on his shoulders to ease him away. Unable to let her go, he tasted her mouth, danced with her tongue, licked her teeth, and sucked her bottom lip. As Jax released her, they embraced each other as they caught their breaths.

  Covering her mouth with his again, he guided Cherri over to the sofa against the wall, never breaking their kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she held him tightly as he lay her on the couch. Kneeling next to her, their lips still clung together, tasting and consuming each other like it was the end of the world and this was their one chance at pleasure.

  He moved his hands around the curves of her body until he reached her ass then slipped them under her skirt, her rounded globes greeting him. As he squeezed and pinched them, he stroked her crack, the metallic fabric scratching his finger.

  He tore his mouth away from hers, leaving her gasping for air as he murmured into her neck, “I fuckin’ love your body. You make me hard like no other woman.”

  She snorted. “Sorry, but I find that a little hard to believe. You do have a rep of being a bit of a man-whore. I’m sure I’m not the only woman who makes you hard, but it was a sweet effort on your part to tell me that.”

  He brought his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing it and loving the way she hitched her breath and tightened her jaw. “Yeah, other women give me a hard-on, but that’s not what I meant. With other chicks, it’s a way to get pleasure and release. I don’t know…it’s like I want it, I get it then it’s over until the next time. But with you? Oh, fuck, with you, I want, need, and desire it all at once. It’s like it’ll kill me if I don’t get it with you and only you. I want and need all of you. I crave you. It’s more than just havin’ pussy. You know?”

  Cherri buried her head in his neck and stayed there, quiet, for several minutes.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie? Did I say somethin’ to make you mad? Did I fuck up again?” Jax put his hands on each side of her face and pushed it up; her cheeks were wet and her bottom lip trembled. “Why’re you crying?”

  She tried to bury her head again, but his hands were like clamps against her face. She locked her eyes on his. “When you say shit like that, you make me feel special,” she whispered. “I dunno… you don’t make me feel like just another slut.”

  Jax’s eyebrows drew together. “You are special. You’re very special to me. Don’t ever forget how special you are.” He kissed away the dampness on her face. The sweet saltiness of her tears pricked Jax’s tongue.

  Cherri crushed her mouth against his, grazing his bottom lip with her teeth. She slid her tongue over his lips, his chin, his Adam’s apple, and the base of his neck, until she reached his pecs. She ran her fingernails over his stacked muscles and tweaked his erect nipples, taking each one between her teeth as she flicked her tongue over them. Low growls emitted from deep in Jax’s throat and he buried his hands in her hair, grabbing clumps of it. After teasing his nipples, she ran her tongue and nails downward toward the V that dipped under his tight jeans toward his prominent hard-on.

  “Fuck, woman, you’re busting my balls here.”

  “I love the way you taste. It’s sweet, like a liqueur with a hint of salt. Mmmm.” Cherri gave him a big, wet kiss on his belly button, her tongue darting in and out.

  “Fuck, woman… fuck…”

  She unzipped his jeans and put her hand on his throbbing dick. Jumping out, Jax’s hardness hit her against her cheek. Rubbing her finger over its glistening top, she licked his cock on the underside before Jax yanked her up.

  Eyes wide, she said, “You don’t want a blowjob? I thought it was the one thing all men loved.”

  “Fuck yeah, I want one, but if you give me one, I’m gonna blow real fast ’cause I’ve been hard for you for too long. I don’t want to ruin this. I want to play with you, give you something to scream about. Then I’ll blow inside your warm pussy.”

  Redness began to color Cherri’s cheeks as she shied from his heated gaze.

  Jax sat on the edge of the couch and hugged her, pulling her into the crook of his arm. She was stiff as a board. “No reason to be shy around me, sweetness. We can go slow and real gentle. This is the real thing, not some shadow from your past or some jerk you fucked. Don’t close down on me now. Trust me.” He tilted her chin up, looked at her mouth, and pressed his lips on hers, kissing her softly. Slackness began to replace her rigidity as she took long, deep breaths. When she was soft and pliant, Jax, ever so slowly, guided her down on the couch, his mouth next to her ear, whispering, “That’s it, sweet one. That’s it.”

  He nuzzled his face against hers, the softness of her skin electrifying him. A small moan escaped from her throat and she tangled her fingers in his hair, wrapping her leg around his as she grasped him closer to her.

  “I’m sorry; it’s just sometimes past phantoms get in the way. I do want to be with you and feel every part of you on and in me.” She nestled her face in his neck.

  “No need to apologize. I get it. And sweetie, I want to be with you. I can’t wait to be inside you. You make me so fuckin’ horny, you don’t even know. You’re the real thing, sweet one. You’re special to me; you know that, right?”

  Cherri didn’t answer, just kept playing with his hair.

  “Sweetness?” Jax lifted her face toward his. “You know you’re special to me, don’t you?”

  She nodded then pulled him close as he saw uncertainty lacing her eyes. He wanted to fuck her too much to talk about it right then, but he made a mental note to do so later. It was important that he made her realize she meant the world to him. His face darkened and his brow constricted. Whatever or whoever fucked her up, he had to find out, and when he did, he would exact vengeance.

  Cherri, clenching her thighs together, brought him out of his dark transgression. He brushed her cheek with his hand and she opened her eyes. “Sweetie, I want your eyes open so you can watch what I do to you. I want to see the desire and pleasure in your beautiful blue eyes.”

  “I’ll try and keep my eyes open. Whenever I’m tense, I close my eyes during sex so I can go to my safe place if I have to.”

  “What? What the fuck does that mean?”

  Cherri’s fingers touched her parted lips as she shook her head. “Uh… I don’t know why the hell I said that. It’s nothing, just a stupid game I play with myself sometimes…” Her voice trailed off.

  “You know you’re safe with me, right? I’m not gonna hurt you. When we were together that one time in your bedroom, you were cool. Why’re you so jumpy now?”

  “I’m nervous about not being on the floor. I know it’s silly, but I should be out there.”

  “Are you sure that’s all that’s going on?”

  Nodding, Cherri squirmed again under Jax, arching her back while rubbing her wet pussy against his thigh. Lust replaced concern and Jax cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them. After he left a path of nips and licks from her face to her cleavage, he bit at the soft flesh of her rounded tits and sucked in his breath when he saw her pink areolas pucker around her stiff nipples. While his mouth latched on to her nipple, sucking it, his teeth grazed over its tautness as his other hand caressed her ass. Cherri gasped and writhed as he sucked her tits, looking at his bent head. Jax glanced up and locked a he
ated stare with the woman who had entered his heart.

  “You like that, sweetness? I love your tits.”

  In a breathy voice, she said, “They’re not too small for you? I thought all bikers loved big tits.”

  “Not me, sugar. You’ve got the perfect size for me. I love your tits. Hell, I just fuckin’ love your body.”

  As he licked her breasts, he twisted her nipples, running his tongue over the scars on the underside of her breasts. Shifting under him, he felt her muscles tense.

  “N-n-not there,” she whispered.

  “I love your whole body, sweetie. These scars are a part of you, and they’re beautiful, too.” He didn’t stop licking; he wanted her to trust him and love the beauty of her body. As he licked her scars, the uncertainty and shame slowly melted into desire and lust. He continued his mouth’s descent over her stomach and down between her inner thighs where he softly bit the fleshy part, making her groan as she tried to close her legs.

  “No way, sweetness. All those juices are for me. I plan to lick you dry.”

  Spreading her legs even further, he moved his gaze from her smoldering eyes to the loveliness of her pink, glistening pussy. The swollen lips were slightly parted, revealing her shiny, rosy folds that looked so tempting his mouth was watering. He had to taste her honeyed slit.

  When he slid his finger between her folds, opening her engorged lips, she yelled out, arching her back to bring her pussy closer to his face.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” he said.

  “I feel like I’m going to explode,” Cherri panted.

  “Not yet, sweet one. I got some plans for your pussy before I take you over the edge.” Placing his full mouth on her quivering sex, he ran his tongue up and down, flicking her hardening nub. Sucking her clit, he inserted two fingers into her.

  “Fuck that feels so good. So good. Oh, my God,” she said.

  “You taste like honey and vanilla, and it’s become my favorite flavor. You are so sweet. Fuck, I could stay buried in your pussy all day. Fuck, sweetness.” His voice vibrated against her sensitive clit, and he saw her skin pebble as he spoke.

  Jax’s blood heated and his cock throbbed painfully. Slipping a condom from his jeans’ pocket, he rolled it on. Taking the tip of his dick, he rubbed it back and forth over her hard bud while he jammed his fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. Her walls tightened around his fingers and he knew she was ready to erupt.

  “Jax, it feels too good. Oh, my God. Oh, oh, oh…” Convulsing from hundreds of pleasure spasms, she closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side. She placed one hand on her mouth to stifle her screams and her other hand jerked Jax’s hair, making him wince. As her body relaxed, Jax took her legs and thrust them over his shoulders. He massaged her tits and flicked her still-erect nipples, and she panted, still coming down from her orgasm but already aching for more. Bending down, he licked up her juices then leaned over and kissed her, deep and wet.

  “You taste good, don’t you, sweetie? Have you ever tasted yourself?”

  Shaking her head, she licked the taste off her lips and looked into his liquid-hazel eyes. Smiling, he dipped his dick in her wetness and pushed her back further into the couch while his hardness pressed against her entrance. Watching her thrash under him with her tits bouncing, he rammed his cock into her slick pussy. He had planned to be gentle and slow, but his urge was too great, so he banged her hard and with each thrust, he went in deeper. Cherri’s panting breaths punctuated with yelps of pleasure drove him harder and deeper. He tensed at the same time her walls closed in around him. With a resounding, “Oh, fuck!” in unison, they both climaxed, each of their orgasms releasing pent-up desires they’d been suppressing for so long.

  Jax laid on top of Cherri, stroking her hair as his body cooled down. He rolled off her then placed her on top of him as he wrapped his arms around her. For a long while, they held each other in silence. Stirring, she kissed his chest then pulled herself up. “I better get back to work. I’ve been gone too long.”

  “Let Emma handle things for the rest of the night. I want to spend more time with you. Let’s go back to your place.”

  “I can’t do that. Emma would be pissed.”

  “What the hell is she gonna do? Fire you for fuckin’ the boss? I don’t think so, sweet one.” Jax sat up and kissed her shoulders, which were soft like velvet. What the hell does she do to have such soft skin?

  “I know, but Emma depends on me, and I don’t wanna let her down, you know?”

  “What about me, sweetness? I want more time with you. You gonna let me down?”

  Placing her hand on his, she smiled. “No, I’m not gonna do that. You can come to my place when I get off. I’ll be home at three o’clock. You can stay with me.”

  He hugged her, bringing her flush against his hard chest. Kissing her neck, he said against her skin, “Three o’clock seems like a long time.”

  “It’s only a few hours from now. I really gotta go. Be good and let me get dressed.” She gave him a quick kiss on his lips and jumped away from him, avoiding his reach.

  Jax watched as she bent over, her ass open, begging for him to come in. He never thought it could be so sexy to watch a woman put on her clothes, but the way Cherri poured her body into her outfit made his dick hard as hell. Oh, yeah.

  She blew him a kiss and walked out the door, her heels clacking on the floor as he watched her until she disappeared. Sighing loudly, he thought about the posers who never rode their motorcycles past their driveways. It pissed him off, and it was exactly what he needed to get rid of his hard-on. Cherri did something to him, and all he wanted was to be back in her pussy, crawling all over her small, sexy body.

  Fuck. Remember the posers, the assholes who think they’re bikers. I bet fucking Cherri on my Harley would rock. Damn, think about the posers. Fuck!

  Thirty minutes later, Jax zipped up his jeans and walked out of Cherri’s dressing room. He slammed right into Peaches.

  “Damn. Sorry, I didn’t see you. You okay?”

  Peaches, jabbing a finger in Jax’s chest, said, “No, I’m not okay. What the fuck were you doing in the bitch’s dressing room?” Her face flushed and spittle formed in the corners of her mouth.

  “None of your fuckin’ business.”

  As Jax went to maneuver around her, Peaches blocked his way. “I need to talk to you.”

  “We don’t have anything to talk about,” Jax said.

  “Yeah, we do. I’ve missed you, babe. I know you’re busy with club business and all, and I understand all that. I’m just glad to see you.” Her words rushed out, and her hands kept clenching and unclenching. “I just need to know we’re okay. I’m cool with everything. I’ll be yours on your terms. I won’t bug you about being your ol’ lady, even though it’s something I hope will happen. I’m not gonna pressure you, baby. I’m cool with whatever space you need. I just need for us to be back on track. You know—”

  “There is no us, Peaches. We had a good time, and you were a good fuck. You should do fine finding another brother to be with. Hell, you’ll probably end up someone’s old lady, but you’ll never be mine.”

  “What’re you talking about? We’re together. We’re in a relationship.” Peaches frowned.

  “We aren’t in anything. We just aren’t. Seems pretty simple to me.”

  Peaches stood silent, her eyes flashing. Jax, tired of the scene, brushed past her. As he walked toward the bar room, he heard a piercing cry full of hate and frustration. When he spun around, an enraged Peaches barreled toward him: her face beet red, arms flayed, screams deafening. Before she threw herself at him, he caught her by the arms, trying to calm her down as she kicked at him. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “You bastard! You think you can fuck me and leave me just like that? And for some icy cunt? No fuckin’ way.”

  Jax, holding her away from him as she twisted and jerked, said, “Calm down, Peaches. I never promised you shit, and you know it. I told you right from the start it was for f
uckin’ and if we had fun along the way, great. You told me you were cool with it, and now you’re going all fuckin’ crazy on me. Fuck that. And don’t ever call my woman a cunt again or I’ll cut your tongue outta that dirty mouth of yours. Now do you got that? Cunt?”

  Peaches went limp, slumping down to the floor, her legs spread open as the blood drained from her face. She whispered, “Your woman?”

  Jax stared at her with flinty eyes. “Yeah, my woman. I’m with Cherri now, and I’m gonna claim her.” His features softened a bit. “You’re a lot of fun, and you won’t have trouble finding a man. For me, it’s always been Cherri. You knew that. You knew you and I were just having fun and passing the time. You gotta move on.”

  Raising herself up, Peaches threw back her shoulders and looked Jax right in the eyes. “I will never forgive you for humiliating me like this. You’re gonna find out what happens to people who mess with me, and so is that little bitch you just fucked. You’ll both be sorry.” She spun around and ran out the backdoor into the night.

  Jax held himself back from running after her and laying into her. No one ever threatened him. Afraid he’d do something real bad to her, like fucking end her life, he stood there, nostrils flaring, hands in fists, and forced himself to chill. Concentrating on the fact that he’d be together with Cherri in less than three hours helped to ease his anger. Calmer, he walked up to the bar, ordered a beer, and watched the dancer stripping on stage.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jax took a hit on his joint as he waited for Cherri to come home. The neighborhood was dark and quiet, and a freight train’s whistle, wailing in the distance, was the only sound penetrating the night’s solitude. Many times a night, freight trains clanked their wheels on the steel tracks which ran through the heart of Pinewood Springs. As a child, Jax would hang out by the tracks which curled through the valley, and he’d often daydream of riding the rails and seeing the country. He thought standing on top of one of the boxcars with the wind whipping around him would be the closest feeling to absolute freedom he could find. He never did ride the rails, but he found something better—a lightning-speed Harley with cams that could out-scream any freight train’s whistle. His first ride on a motorcycle gave him the freedom he dreamed about as he lay on his stomach in the grassy field, watching the trains speed by. Once the wind slapped his face, he was hooked, and he never looked back.