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

by Wilder, Chiah

  “Fuck, sugar. I’m on fire, and I wanna fuck your sweet pussy deep and hard,” he rasped as he flipped her over, placing her on her knees.

  “I don’t want to do it that way. I can’t do it from behind. No, no, no! Not that. Never that,” Cherri cried as she twisted and scrambled away, cowering on the blanket with her arms crossed around her raised knees.

  Startled, Jax reached out to her, putting his hand on her knee. “What’s going on, sweetness?” He brushed the damp wisps of hair from her face.

  Rocking back and forth, she said in a barely audible voice, “I just can’t. I’m sorry. I really am. I just can’t. He always took me from behind. I can’t.” Breaking into sobs, Cherri buried her head in her chest.

  Enveloping her in his protective arms, he said, “Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m gonna make sure he never hurts you again.” Stroking her hair and cradling her in his embrace, Jax’s jaw hardened. The bastard was going to pay for messing up his woman.

  It took a long time for the darkness to leave Cherri’s mind, but Jax held her close as she pushed the memories away.

  She stared out at the lake. “I’m sorry I ruined our outing.”

  “You didn’t ruin anything, sugar. I wanted you to see the lake and spend time with you. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s all good.”

  “Yeah, I suppose.” She kissed him lightly on the chin. “Thanks for sharing this with me. We should probably go.”

  Standing up, Jax helped Cherri to her feet. After dressing, they walked hand-in-hand to his motorcycle. As the summer twilight brought magenta-purple skies, Jax rode the Harley back to Pinewood Springs with his special woman pressed against his back.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sitting in a borrowed SUV, taking a hit from a joint, Jax watched as Cherri’s stepfather exited the pool hall on Colfax Ave. For the past week, Jax had been in Denver trailing the bastard, learning his routine so he would know when he could exact his vengeance on the piece of shit. When Hawk gave him the slip of paper with all of the fucker’s information, Jax couldn’t wait to confront Scott Dyer—his woman’s fucking boogeyman.

  In his mid-forties, Scott played pool two nights a week. He was a small-time hustler and usually pulled in a couple hundred dollars on a good night. Standing on the sidewalk, cigarette dangling from his mouth, he spoke with a few guys before they all scattered to their own lives.

  Jax watched the bastard throw his cigarette down on the pavement and stub it out with his foot before he trudged down the street. The asshole parked in a lot around the corner, which was a good thing because there were no street lights. Turning the SUV down the dark street, Jax parked, quietly shut the door, and in four long strides, he was behind the man who caused so much pain in his woman’s life. Startled from the crunch under Jax’s foot, the stepfather whirled around, fear etched on his face.

  “Got a light?” Jax’s voice was hard as steel.

  “Sure.”

  Jax sneered as he heard the forced gaiety in the dumb fuck’s voice, but his trembling fingers as he handed Jax the lighter gave him away. Asshole thinks I’m gonna mug him. After I’m done with him, he’s gonna wish that’s all I had in mind. Ice flowed through Jax’s veins as he took in the slump-shouldered man: about five foot nine; dark hair, which was graying at the temples; small, beady eyes; and a slight belly. The stench of cigarettes and beer wafted from him, and Jax couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he smelled when he was raping a young Cherri. A seething rage consumed Jax, but he knew he had to stay cool to make sure everything went as he planned.

  “Did you do pretty good shooting pool?” Jax asked calmly as he lit up another joint.

  Darting his eyes back and forth, Cherri’s stepfather placed his hand on his car door. “Not so good.”

  When the fuck opened the door, Jax struck, placing a chokehold on him and dragging him to the SUV.

  “What the fuck is going on?” the stepfather choked out.

  “I’m taking you on a ride to Hell, asshole.” A single, vicious punch ended the struggle as Cherri’s stepfather slumped on the passenger’s seat. Picking up his cell phone, Jax dialed then said into the mouthpiece, “It’s in a parking lot on Fourteenth and Lafayette, right off Colfax. You got the car description and plates, right?” Looking over his shoulder, Jax changed lanes as he headed for the freeway. “Yeah, that’s it. I’ll call you later. Thanks, man. I owe you.” Merging onto the interstate, Jax, jaw jutted out and eyes narrowed, turned on the radio to his favorite metal station as he made the trip back to Pinewood Springs.

  * * *

  Throwing a bucket of cold water in Scott Dyer’s face elicited an enormous surge of pleasure from Jax. He’d been watching the tied-up fuck-face for the last hour, and the jerk was still out of it. Sometimes, Jax didn’t realize his own strength. Years of weight lifting and martial arts training turned him into a lethal weapon, a good asset to have as the club’s enforcer. One time, after a disrespectful jerk had tried to take his colors, Jax killed him with one punch. He hadn’t meant to kill him; he’d wanted to teach him a little respect. It’d been a nasty situation since the jerk had been a citizen, and the badges would’ve been buzzing around. His club had stood strongly behind him by making sure there hadn’t been any witnesses or evidence. Banger had been pissed as hell over the whole incident, but he’d had Jax’s back—all the brothers did—and life went on as though nothing had happened.

  Jax was glad his punch didn’t kill the piece of shit in front of him, because he wanted to make sure he suffered before he died. Before the night was over, Scott Dyer would beg for death.

  Shaking his head, Scott’s eyes opened slowly as he struggled against the ropes which secured him to the hard, steel folding chair. “Where am I? Who the hell are you?” he spat.

  “I’m the enforcer.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” As he shifted in his chair, a grimace of pain spread over his face.

  Taking out a long, thin-bladed knife, Jax walked over to the restrained man, placed the sharp tip against his throat, bent down, and said in a low and cruel voice, “I’m seeing justice is served for all the fucked-up shit you did to my woman, you bastard.”

  Blinking rapidly, he replied, “Your woman? I don’t even know you. I think you got the wrong guy. I don’t know your woman.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. I forgot, you don’t go in for women—only young girls, right? Sick fuck. My woman’s Cherri, and I hate your fuckin’ wimp ass for what you did to her.”

  When he heard her name, his face blanched. With trembling lips, he hung his head.

  “Let’s see how strong you are with a man, you piece of shit.” Kicking his prey over with his steel-toed boot, Jax kneeled on the ground next to the whimpering man. “You’re gonna pay for every sick thing you did to Cherri. You screwed her up, you made her cry, you made her not believe in herself, and I’m gonna make sure you understand that before I stick my blade in you and hear you squeal like a gutted pig.”

  “I’ll die knowing her sweet piece of ass belonged to me. I was her first. You’ll always know it. She was young and pure, the perfect combination for fu—”

  Cracking bone from Jax’s full-on punch to Scott Dyer’s face interrupted him. Yanking him by the hair, Jax sat the scum upright. Blood oozed from his nose and soaked the front of his shirt. Scott laughed dryly then spit out a couple of teeth which had come loose from the punch.

  Leaning in close, Jax snarled, “The fun is just beginning, asshole.”

  * * *

  In the early morning hours of the next day, Jax entered the clubhouse, his t-shirt and jeans stained in blood, and motioned to the prospect to pour him a shot of whiskey. Throwing back the warm liquid, his throat scorched and his insides warmed.

  “So, it’s finished?” Chas asked.

  “Yep, but it ended too soon for me. I could kill that bastard over and over for what he did to Cherri.” Jax threw back another shot; the inside of his mouth burned from the whiskey. “Gotta g
o clean up.” Raising his chin at Chas, Jax walked up the stairs toward his room and bumped into Banger.

  Moving his eyes over Jax, Banger said, “Didya make sure nothing can trace back to the Insurgents?”

  Nodding, Jax leaned against the wall. “Not a trace.”

  Clapping a hand on Jax’s shoulder, Banger walked away without a word while Jax opened the door and retreated into his room.

  * * *

  Later that afternoon, when Cherri opened the front door, Jax smiled as he stepped in and hugged her closely, breathing in her scent. Tipping her chin up, he dipped down and kissed her tenderly. Looking intently at her, he said in a hushed tone, “He’s gone and you’re safe. It’s over, sweetness.”

  “What?” she said as her eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted.

  “I took care of everything. I made sure the bastard paid for what he did to you. He pissed his pants like I knew he would. Your monster was a coward. The nightmare’s over.” Kissing the top of her vanilla-scented hair, Jax felt Cherri shiver in his arms.

  “You killed him?” she whispered into his chest.

  “I made sure he paid for what he did.”

  “What does that mean? Did you kill him?”

  Tilting her head up, he locked his eyes on hers and saw relief replacing the fear behind her artic blue eyes. “I made him suffer for what he did to you; let’s leave it at that.”

  Swallowing hard, Cherri nodded. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

  “You never have to thank me. You’re my woman, and I have your back. My job is to make sure you’re safe and no one hurts you.”

  “Safe? I haven’t felt safe in years. Maybe I can relax again.” Gazing at him, she smiled sweetly.

  Jax lowered his mouth and kissed her hard, and she melted into him. Need swept over him and every fiber in his body craved her taste, her softness, and her touch. He wanted to possess every part of her and lose himself in her. Cherri met the thrust of his tongue eagerly, rubbing her hands over the expanse of his chest. Creating an inch of space between them, he perused her arousal-tinted cheeks and her lips, red and swollen from his kiss.

  “Fuck, I want you.”

  “I want you, too.”

  Crashing his mouth on hers again, Jax swooped her up in his tatted arms and carried her upstairs to her room while she trailed her kisses down his jaw to his collarbone. Laying her on the bed, he covered her with his raw power and heat, slipping his fingers under her t-shirt until he cupped her breast. Pushing her t-shirt up over her chest, he licked the hollow space in the middle as his fingers unhooked her bra’s front clasp, revealing two pale tits with pink-tipped nipples. She cried out when he took her nipple into his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth then sucking it hard as he kneaded her other breast with his hand. Tangling her fingers in his sandy brown hair, she pushed her hips upward, pressing against his cock.

  “You’re so fuckin’ precious, and you’re all mine.” Jax said against her tits.

  Jax pulled away and took off his t-shirt and jeans, then unzipped Cherri’s white shorts, sliding them off along with her white lace thong. Desire and lust brimmed in Cherri’s eyes, and the heat of her look practically sent Jax over the edge. Fire consumed him and drove him on to give his woman immense pleasure—his release could wait. He snatched Cherri into his arms again and buried his head in her soft flesh, inhaling her scents of vanilla, lavender, and Cherri. Closing her fingers around his dick, she stroked it, her thumb brushing across his smooth tip. He moaned helplessly as his cock throbbed under her touch.

  “Damn, sweetie, that’s what I like. You holding my cock makes me want to explode.”

  “I love your cock,” she said in a low voice.

  “It’s all yours, sweetness. It’s only for you.” Lifting her head up, she pressed her lips to his chest and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Jax let out a primal growl.

  Afraid he was going to lose total control before he satisfied her, he grasped Cherri’s hands and traced her palms with his tongue, easing her head back on the pillow. Scooting down, he ran his closed mouth over her inner thighs and her engorged pussy lips. She writhed beneath him as his tongue laved her folds, making her spread her legs wider and giving him better access to her delicious mound. Taking in the scent of her arousal, Jax moved his tongue to her heated opening and entered. Small whimpers came in succession as Cherri squirmed under Jax’s penetrating tongue.

  “God, that’s too good. You’re gonna make me come. I want to feel you inside me, and I want it raw. I’m on the pill and clean. Just did my monthly test at Dream House.”

  Tilting his head up, he smiled, her wetness glistening around his mouth. “I’m clean, too. Always use a condom. Can’t wait to really feel your sweet pussy clenching my cock.”

  Inserting his tongue back into her hotness, he moved it in and out while she moaned and pulled his hair.

  “You taste good. You ready for some good fuckin’?”

  “Oh yeah. Oh, oh—” Cherri put her hand over her mouth as her body stiffened.

  Placing the tip of his dick inside her, he bent over, kneading her tits and sucking her nipples.

  “It’s too much, Jax. Fuck me.”

  Thrusting the length of him inside, he said, “Take it all, sweetness. All of me.” Grunting, he plunged deeper and harder, her pussy surrounding him like a cocoon. Their harsh breathing and muffled moans filled the bedroom as he rode her hard; the slapping sound of skin on skin surrounded them. His balls slammed into the crevice of her ass each time he pounded into her, lifting her hips off the bed. Boosting her ass off the bed, he spit on his finger and massaged her puckered opening. She tensed.

  “Relax, sweetie, relax. It’s me, Jax, and I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna bring you pleasure. Shh… relax, for me. Do it for me. It’s gonna be real good.” He brushed his lips against her belly. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll make it so good for you.” Her muscles slackened a small bit “That’s it. Just relax.” His voice was seductive as he put his finger in a little deeper in her ass while in his head, he cursed the dead sonofabitch for making his woman afraid.

  Still sensing her nervousness, he withdrew his finger. “You did good, sugar.”

  As he looked down while he withdrew, he saw Cherri’s heat open around his glistening cock, releasing it for re-entry. When he pushed back inside her, her hotness stretched then clutched his length hungrily. “Fucking shit, that’s hot,” he rasped under his breath. Cherri clung to him as he slammed in and out, her hips surging in rhythm to his motion.

  After he crushed his mouth on hers, kissing her roughly, he sped up his pace. As heat rose from their intertwined bodies, sweat shone on Cherri’s face while beads of perspiration pricked Jax’s hairline. Bringing her legs up and back toward her shoulders, Jax, in a crouching position, rammed his cock in her pussy, his pleasure intensifying. His balls tightened and, with head thrown backward, Jax surrendered to the pleasure of Cherri’s spasms squeezing him as she came. With a few final thrusts, his whole body erupted with an intensity he’d never experienced. “Holy fuck!” His words came from deep in his throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck….”

  His spilled seed filled Cherri’s convulsing pussy as her body contorted underneath him. “Oh, my God, that is sooo good,” she cried out as she raked her fingernails over his back muscles.

  Looking down at her, Jax noticed she had her head turned into the pillow, teardrops spilling from her eyes. His heart dropped; he had been too rough and scared her. He wanted to create good memories for her, not rough, barbaric ones. Fuck, my need was so great I lost control and fucked her too hard. “Cherri?” Still in her warm pussy, he lowered his face to hers. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “I’ve never had those before.”

  Quirking his eyebrows questioningly, he searched her face. “Had what?”

  “Intense orgasms, like I have with you. I never knew sex could be so wonderful. I always thought it was dirty. After
I left home, I thought sex was the only thing I could use to get what I wanted. I never knew it could be like it is with you.”

  Laying on his side, Jax tugged Cherri next to him, his arms tightly around her waist and her head snug on his chest. “Sweetness, the times we’ve fucked may be your first trips to ecstasy, but they sure won’t be your last.”

  Shimmying up to his mouth, she kissed him deeply. His body stirred as he looked into her eyes brightened with pleasure. “Looks like we gotta make up for some lost time, sweetie.” Shifting her on top of him, he kissed her.

  Throwing her head back, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue under her white teeth. Her gentle laugh hugged him. Pulling in a breath, Jax’s gaze was tender. She was beautiful, and she was all his. Bringing her close to him, they kissed.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  One month later

  Walking into the small, intimate restaurant, Cherri scanned the room, looking for McFahey. Spotting him at the booth in the corner, she swallowed, straightened her shoulders, and strode over to his table. McFahey, a scotch on the rocks in his hand, smiled broadly when she stood by his table. His lewd gaze moved over her, lingering on her breasts. The familiar sense of revulsion twisted her insides as she looked into his blue, flat eyes.

  “Have a seat,” he said as he scooted over on the leather banquette.

  Cherri slipped into the seat across from him, crossed her hands on the table, and looked him in the eyes. “So, why did you want to meet me?”

  McFahey put his fingers on the top of her hands and caressed them lightly. “Doesn’t this seem like old times? I want to talk to you about something.” As he stared at her bust, he took a gulp of his scotch. “You look as tempting as ever.”

  Slipping her hands away from his, she tapped the wood table with her finger. “Denver was a long time ago, and I have a new life in Pinewood Springs. When you knew me, I was desperate and trying to find my way. I’m more grounded now. I wish you the best in your life, but what we had is over. A new chapter has started for me, and you aren’t in it.”