Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) Page 5

  “So do I. Do you want to do it here, or go to one of the rooms?”

  Walking backward, the back of Axe’s legs hit the chair and he sat down, planting Rosie firmly on his lap. Chas, Jax, and Throttle watched as Rosie crushed her mouth against his while Axe’s hand slipped down her top and seized one of her ample breasts. Moaning, Rosie broke away, throwing her head back while she arched her back. Lola, seated at the table next to Axe, looked on, licking her lips.

  In a stern voice, Axe said, “Get up on the bar.” He turned to Lola. “You, too. On the bar.”

  Both women stood and went to the bar, hoisting their bodies up until they were seated on the top.

  Reclining in the chair with legs stretched out in front of him, Axe said, “Undress each other and play with each other’s tits and pussy, but don’t come. Don’t fuckin’ come, or I’ll be pissed and you’ll have hell to pay. Got it?”

  The women nodded in agreement. Rosie, leaning toward Lola, said, “You’ve got some big titties. I’m gonna lick and suck them. You think you’re gonna like that?” Rosie unbuttoned Lola’s tight top then unclasped her bra, freeing her large breasts. Rosie trailed her tongue from Lola’s jawline down to her boobs. Taking Lola’s nipple in her mouth, Rosie sucked on it while rubbing Lola’s denim-covered pussy. Lola moaned and squirmed as Rosie kept moving her tongue and mouth over her tits and her hand over her sex. Grabbing Rosie’s t-shirt, Lola yanked it up and Rosie’s boobs bounced as the tee came off. Lola massaged Rosie’s tits and pinched her nipples to hardness.

  Axe stared as the two women licked, sucked, and fondled each other. Chas and Jax saw that Axe had pitched a tent in his jeans. Chas’s dick grew snugger against his zipper as he watched the live porn show on the bar. Fuck, this is hot.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ come,” Axe commanded as the two women panted and writhed under each other’s touches.

  Unzipping his pants, his thick cock freed, Axe grabbed it at the base and moved his hand up and down. Stopping, he ordered, “You sluts get over here and suck me.”

  The two naked women jumped down from the bar and came over to Axe. Rosie knelt down, grasped his cock, and ran her tongue up and down its length. Lola bent over and shoved her mouth between his parted lips, and he cupped her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples hard.

  Throttle, pants unzipped, crouched down behind Rosie, spread her thighs and rubbed her pussy. Moans and pants filled the great room as some other members, who had just entered, stopped and watched the foursome fuck.

  After slipping on a condom, Throttle jammed his cock into Rosie’s pussy as she continued to give Axe head. Lola, legs spread open, moaned into Axe’s mouth as he finger-fucked her pussy.

  Rock, the new Sergeant-At-Arms, had come into the room when the women were playing with themselves on the bar. With a raging erection, he slid off his bar stool. Looking at Chas and Jax, he asked, “You guys gonna jump in for a piece of this?”

  “Can’t. Cherri wouldn’t like it,” Jax replied.

  “Fuck, it doesn’t mean shit—it’s just pussy. It’s not like with your old lady,” Rock called over his shoulder as he walked over to Throttle and Axe.

  “I’ll stick with my old lady,” Jax told him then patted Chas’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and have some fun?”

  Shaking his head, Chas said, “I’m not in the mood.”

  “Fuck, never thought I’d hear you say that. You sure you don’t have a woman?”

  Staring at the group fucking, Chas shook his head again. “Nah, just not in the mood. I gotta get going, anyway.” He drained his beer and stood up.

  “Yeah, I gotta go, too. I promised Cherri and Paisley we’d go out for pizza.”

  As he left, he saw Axe’s dick buried in Lola’s ass while he played with her tits. Rosie had Throttle’s cock stuffed in her mouth while he fingered-fucked a bent Lola, and Rock was banging away at Rosie’s pussy as she knelt in front of Throttle. Chas couldn’t believe he was walking away from this, but the only one he wanted to slam his cock into was the librarian, over a stack of books. She did something to him.

  The door banged behind him, and the chill in the autumn wind refreshed him. He tried to get comfortable straddling his Harley with a raging hard-on. Glancing over at Jax, he laughed, realizing he had the same problem, but Jax had Cherri to take care of it, whereas he had nothing but a cold shower waiting for him.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Five

  Glancing up at the wall clock every few minutes, Addie cursed herself for counting down the hour until Jack and his dad arrived. Why did she give a shit about seeing Chas again? He was great eye candy, but she wanted to talk with him, and that’s what infuriated her. Having met him only twice, the fact that a million butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach was ludicrous. For all she knew, he could be a psychotic killer. The point was she didn’t know him at all, yet the thought of maybe having his lips on hers made her legs turn to jelly. Fucking ridiculous. He probably doesn’t remember my name. Good-looking guys like him love to flirt and play games with women. I’m sure he has about two or three he’s screwing around with. He’ll probably just drop Jack off and come back to pick him up. I don’t really care.

  The somersaults going on in her stomach told her otherwise, though. She hoped he did come in with Jack and remembered her name. What the fuck?

  Turning around, she saw Margaret, an older, part-time employee, picking up a stack of books. Margaret had been working at the library several years before Addie came on board, and she was the amateur town historian. The kind, elderly woman had taken a liking to Addie from the start, and Addie shared several Sunday dinners and birthday parties with Margaret and her family. She was grateful to Margaret for including her, as it helped get her out of her apartment.

  “I’ll get those, Margaret. They’re too heavy for you.”

  “Nonsense. They’re not any heavier than my grandkids, and I carry them just fine.”

  Smiling, Addie scooped the books out of her hands anyway. “I know you can handle it, but I need you at the front desk. I’ll re-shelve these.” Balancing the stack of books against her chest, her chin baring down on the top one, Addie walked over to the Home Improvement and Garden stacks, set the books down, and started placing them where they needed to go. Grateful for the distraction, her mind focused on the placement of the returned books and not on Jack’s gorgeous father.

  After she was done, Addie glanced at the clock, a look of dismay shadowing her face—only fifteen minutes had passed. Dammit! I can’t stand here pretending I’m not waiting for him. I have to get out of here. Checking her pockets, she pulled out a twenty dollar bill. She walked up to the circulation desk and told Margaret, “I’m going to go across the street for an iced chai. Do you want anything?”

  The white-haired woman smiled. “No, thanks, dear. I’ll make myself a nice cup of hot tea. I have my own tea bags. Go ahead, your face looks strained. Take a break and relax. Working all the time is not good for you.”

  “I know. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Outside, the late afternoon sun shone over the jagged peaks of the surrounding Rocky Mountains. Falling leaves skittered across the sidewalks as a light wind weaved itself among the elm and maple trees. A strong pine scent drifted in the air from the evergreens which stood majestically along tree-lined Redleaf Ave.

  Crossing the street, Addie headed to Latte and Such to grab a chai. Taking a deep breath, she reveled in the clean mountain air filling her lungs. She’d never tire of its freshness, and several times during the day she’d step out, and take big gulps of it. At night, she’d stand on her balcony and simply inhale the sweet scent of small-town living. It was like she was addicted to it. She’d never have thought of breathing anything too deeply in Chicago. The nasty smells associated with big-city living made oxygen shops and air fresheners, which released fake scents every thirty minutes, necessary. Since Addie and Ian had lived in a high-rise, she could never open a window—she lived in either air conditioning or
gas heat. When she’d step outside her building, pollution from the factories and thousands of cars had surrounded her. She didn’t even realize how much she missed clean, pure air until she landed in Pinewood Springs. The residents took breathing in the awesome, natural scents for granted, but she relished it every day, never knowing breathing could be so enjoyable.

  When she opened the front door of the small coffee and tea shop, the bells hanging above the door chimed. Suzy, a young lady of about eighteen, stepped out from the back and greeted Addie with a smile as she wiped down the top of the glass counter.

  “Hi, Addie. How’s your day so far?”

  Eyeing the freshly baked brownies on a white paper doily in the clear display case, Addie replied, “Not too bad, thanks.” Shifting her eyes up to Suzy, Addie smiled at the young lady.

  Suzy had been working at the coffee house since she had started high school. Addie liked the ambitious girl, and even though they weren’t far apart in age, Addie felt like she was so much older—like she was her mother or something. Maybe it was because Addie had dealt with so much more than most people her age had.

  “Iced chai, right?”

  Addie nodded.

  “How ’bout a brownie?” Suzy asked when Addie directed her attention back to the case. “They’re super good. Lois just baked them.”

  “They smell amazing. I really shouldn’t. I’m trying to cut down a bit, you know.” Addie was sure Suzy had no clue since she was naturally lean and probably never struggled a day with her weight. Good genes, Addie supposed.

  “Just out of the oven and warm. I tried one and it was gooey and so yummy.” Suzi smacked her lips as she placed the iced chai in front of Addie.

  “You just talked me into it. I’ll try one. I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but what the heck, you know?”

  Suzy placed the brownie on a small blue dish and handed it to Addie, who gave her the twenty dollar bill in return.

  Pocketing her change, Addie decided to sit at one of the small parlor tables by the window. Breaking off a piece of the brownie, she popped it in her mouth, the melted chocolate from the chips trickling down her fingers. Taking another bite, an explosion of pure chocolate bliss captured her mouth then warmed her insides. Oh, this is so worth every calorie and regret. Yum!

  As she ate her brownie and sipped her chai, the windows of the shop vibrated as a deafening roar ripped through the calmness of the coffee shop.

  “What the hell?” Addie said.

  Suzy laughed. “I bet it’s one of those souped-up motorcycles the guys around here ride.”

  “A motorcycle can make that much noise?” Addie turned around to face Suzy who was wiping down some of the nearby tables.

  “Oh, sure.” She laughed gleefully, pointing her finger toward the street. “I was right. It is a custom bike. It’s a beauty.”

  Addie looked out the window and saw Jack jump off the big, gleaming motorcycle. His dad, dressed in tight blue jeans, black boots with silver buckles, and a sleeveless black muscle shirt which showed off all his ripped muscles, helped Jack with his helmet. “Yes, he is a beauty.” Addie sighed.

  “I’m talking ’bout the Harley. I have a thing for them. You like them, too?” Suzy continued to look across the street.

  “I’m beginning to,” Addie replied. I definitely like the stud riding the Harley. I wonder if that counts.

  “I’ll bet he’s an Insurgent,” Suzy said.

  “He is.”

  “I figured he was a member of the biker club. This is their territory and national headquarters. They have the coolest Harleys.”

  “Do they do group things like riding together and holiday parties?”

  Suzy busted out laughing. “They have parties, but not the type you’re thinking of. I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard they have some badass, wild parties. They’re not a club in the way you’re thinking. They’re outlaws.”

  Addie’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, like criminals the police are looking for.”

  “Something like that. They’re more like rebels. They don’t socialize with us, and we don’t socialize with them. They have their own set of rules and lifestyle. I dunno, they’re just badass, and I wouldn’t want to meet up with any of them or piss them off. I’ve heard they can be bad news, you know?”

  “Really? That motorcycle belongs to one of my students’ father. I guess I better not piss him off, huh?”

  Suzy smiled. “I wouldn’t.”

  As Addie pushed her iron chair back, it scraped on the tiled floor. Standing up, she slurped the last bit of chai from her straw, wiped her hands with a sanitizer she always carried in her purse, reapplied her burnt-orange lipstick, and thanked Suzy as she dashed out the door.

  Why did she indulge in gossip when she knew Jack had arrived and was in the library waiting for her? Breathless, she flung open the library’s front door, tripping over the metal threshold. As if in slow motion, she saw her purse fly out of her hand, its contents spilling out, the ground coming closer and closer to her face. Expecting to slam down on the floor, she braced herself when two strong arms caught and smashed her against a solid wall, crushing her face as she gasped for air.

  Arching back, she looked straight into a ripped chest covered in black cotton fabric. Raising her eyes upward, Chas’s half-grin greeted her. With burning cheeks, she smoothed down her tousled hair as she attempted to gain a modicum of composure.

  Jack ran around collecting items that had scattered from her purse when it hit the ground.

  “I think I got most of your stuff, Ms. O’Leary,” he said as he handed over her purse.

  “Uh, thank you, Jack. Thank you very much.” She clasped his shoulder and squeezed it lightly as she took her purse.

  “Since I’m all grown up, can I get a hug rather than a pat on the shoulder for helping you out?” Chas asked in a low voice.

  “Uh… no… I mean… thank you. Thank you for catching me before I had a nasty fall.”

  Smiling, he said, “You’re welcome, and you can fall into me anytime.”

  As she glanced at his dark eyes, they twinkled with amusement. Lowering her gaze, Addie took in the dancing ink on his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest. Checking out his tattoos, a large skull with tears of blood on his left bicep sucked her in—the skull’s eyes were bright blue and looked real. It was like everything had decomposed except for the eyes. The bright red teardrops made the tat creepy, yet fascinating. Running her eyes over his crossed arms, she noticed tribal designs decorating his right shoulder, several smaller tats filling his left arm. Moving her gaze to his chest, some ink crept up from under his tight t-shirt, but she couldn’t make out what it was. For a split-second, she wondered what other parts of his body held ink pictures, and a craving to trace his tats with the tip of her tongue seized her so fiercely she gasped aloud.

  He leaned closer to her so he almost pressed against her body. “Like what you see, teach? I love you liking it.” His deep, throaty chuckle rumbled in her ears.

  Backing away, she yanked her head sideways, saying, “Jack, bring your books and let’s go to the reading room by the aquarium.” With her stomach lurching, she moved away from Chas, practically running to the room just so she could be far from him—he was a dangerous distraction.

  Before she closed the room’s door, she turned to Chas and told him, “You can come back in an hour. There’s a great coffee house right across the street.”

  Settling in a low, leather-cushioned chair opposite the glass-walled reading room, Chas said, “Thanks, but I’m good here.” He crossed one muscular leg over his thigh and feasted his eyes on her, his eyes twinkling as she glanced quickly at him, turned away then glanced again, all the while combing her fingers through her hair.

  “Do you want me to start on the third chapter, Ms. O’Leary?” Jack’s small voice asked.

  Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, that’ll be perfect, Jack.” Why do I let Jack’s dad get to me like this? He’s doing this shit on purpose because h
e knows it makes me uncomfortable. Bastard.

  For one hour, Chas sat cross-legged, hand under his chin, dark eyes piercing a hole through Addie. By the time Jack proudly read the last sentence in chapter four, Addie was a drenched bundle of nerves. How could she help Jack if his dad penetrated her with his smoldering black eyes? All future lessons would have to be conducted in her office, the one with the solid walls. And to make sure Chas couldn’t play his mind games, she’d shut the door. Why she was so taken with this tall, rough biker, she had no idea, but she had to nip all this nonsense in the bud, especially since Jack deserved her undivided attention.

  Jack ran over to his dad and grabbed his hand. “I’m all done. I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”

  Chas laughed, stood, and picked his boy up, hugging him tightly, his eyes brimming with love.

  “Aw, Dad, I’m too big,” Jack said, but his shining eyes told Addie he loved every minute of being in his dad’s arms.

  Again, Addie was touched by Chas’s gentleness, and the attention he gave his son. The way his big hands mussed up Jack’s hair or hugged him, made her heart lurch. When she saw the father-son interactions, it reminded her of her parents, and the ache, which was always buried in her heart, rose to the surface, her longing for them intense.

  “I’ll see you on Thursday, Jack. You don’t have to come to the group session tomorrow because your school is having an event. Remember to practice your sounds like I taught you. I gave you the recording, so keep going over it until Thursday, okay?”

  “Uh-huh. Let’s go eat now, Dad.” Jack skipped away toward the front doors.

  Addie laughed and went back in her office. As she rummaged through a stack of books on the floor, spiced cologne wafted around her. She jerked up then spun around, her gaze landing on Chas as he stood in her office, a lopsided grin on his face.

  “Did Jack forget something?” she asked.

  “No, I did.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’ve been a bad boy, Ms. O’Leary. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look and to give you this.” Before she could react, he had her in his arms, his hand on the side of her head, gently pushing her hair back. Then his mouth was on hers, tender and amazing. Chas pulled away, his top lip barely grazing against hers. Breathing loudly, he released her. His heated gaze lingered on her lips before he caressed his fingers over her cheek, and walked out. “See you Thursday, Ms. O’Leary,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered away.