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

by Wilder, Chiah

  Chas knew Jerry had the hots for Kylie, Banger’s daughter, but even thinking of looking at Kylie meant a death wish. No one at all was allowed to think of Kylie as anything other than a little sister. But Chas and Jax had noticed the way Jerry stared at her long, blonde hair and firm, rounded ass. Jerry had been smitten with her since he was a prospect and she was a senior in high school. Chas couldn’t tell if Kylie returned the affection, but he was glad she was away at college that year. He’d hate to see Banger beat the shit out of Jerry, or do something worse, like burn off his Insurgent tattoos then kick him out of the club. He hoped fucking a lot of pussy kept Kylie out of Jerry’s mind.

  Chas padded into the kitchen. Doris, Marlene, Sofia, Cherri, and Bernie had large stainless steel pots boiling on the burners, and the smoker was doing its job.

  “Hey, ladies. It smells awesome in here,” Chas greeted as he lifted a lid on a pot of beans bubbling on the stove.

  “Don’t be openin’ all them pots,” Doris said, pretending to be stern.

  Chas laughed. Ever since Banger’s old lady had died about seven years back, Doris had taken her place as head old lady. The newest addition to the growing “old lady clan” was Cherri, Jax’s woman.

  After the food was prepared, the old ladies would leave the club. They were not invited to the party. Old ladies attended family events—usually held on Sundays and on all birthdays and holidays—but the regular club parties were reserved for the club whores, the mamas, and the hoodrats. If a member wanted to bring a woman, he could do so, but longtime girlfriends and old ladies were strictly forbidden from attending these parties. The women loved gossip and drama too much, so it was simpler to keep them home so the brothers could party and fuck freely. All antics stayed in the clubhouse, and a brother would never rat on another to his woman. It made life at home a helluva lot calmer.

  Chas took out his phone and sent a text to Addie:

  Chas: Club is having party tonight. Want to come for food and fun?

  He went out back and made his way across the property to the garage which housed some of the brothers’ bikes needing repairs. Chas had a few Harleys which required his attention. His phone pinged.

  Addie: Sounds like a plan. Love to go. What time?

  Chas: Seven-thirty ok?

  Addie: Perfect.

  Chas: K. Pick you up then.

  Addie: K. Miss you.

  Chas stared at the screen, reading it several times. He missed her, too, but whatever it was that consumed him, he didn’t want any part of it. Or did he? Whatever this was with Addie, it was messing with his head in a big way. I don’t want a girlfriend. I don’t want anything permanent.

  Chas: See you.

  He put his phone in his pocket. Was he being a bastard? Yeah, he was and he knew it, but he wasn’t ready to go there all the way with his heart. Axe was right—he was pussy-whipped.

  After several hours, Chas sauntered back into the great room, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and ordered a Coors on tap. In one long gulp, he drained his glass then motioned the prospect for another one.

  Lola swayed over to him, raking her fingers through his hair as she rubbed her big tits over his chest. Chas held up his hands, stopping her. “Not interested, okay?” Noticing Axe playing pool, he pointed to him. “Go bother Axe. He’s always up for it.”

  “You don’t like me anymore? I haven’t had your big dick in me for months. What’s wrong? Don’t like the way I look anymore?” Lola rubbed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them.

  “You look fine. Damn fine, but I’m not interested. It’s not you, it’s me.”

  From the pool table, Axe yelled out, “He’s got a woman. Get your slut ass over here if you want some cock.”

  Lola looked at Chas. She shook her head, then whined, “What’s going on here? All the good guys are being taken. First Hawk, then Jax, and now you? Fuck.”

  “I’m still interested, sweet butt. I told you to get your ass over here. My cock needs your mouth,” Axe told her.

  She licked her finger then brushed it across Chas’s lips, mouthing, “It’s too bad, baby.” Lola then bounced over to Axe, unzipped his pants, grasped his hard cock, and fell to her knees. Opening her mouth, her pink tongue licked his shaft as Axe settled back against the pool table and closed his eyes.

  Chas snorted then left the clubhouse.

  * * *

  When Chas and Addie entered the great room, many eyes were on them. Addie wore a tight black spandex skirt and an amazing green top which molded over her sumptuous, ample tits, showing off a hint of her creamy cleavage. Chas loved the way the guys eyed his woman. Some held hunger in their gazes, and Chas got off on the fact that he was the only man who would suck, lick and fuck Addie. He pulled her in tighter.

  “Want a glass of red wine?” he whispered in her ear.

  Addie nodded, her lush hair falling around her face.

  Smoothing out her hair, he tucked each side behind her ears, kissing her on her nose. They smiled at each other, warmth and tenderness emanating from Chas. Drinks in hand, with his palm on the small of her back, Chas maneuvered Addie through the labyrinth of people, tables, and chairs until they reached the buffet table. Hickory-smoked beef brisket, hot links, pinto beans, coleslaw, green beans with bacon, and cornbread tantalized the diners.

  “Wow, this looks delicious,” Addie said as she started filling up her plate.

  “The old ladies cooked all afternoon to prepare this. I tasted some of it before. It’s good.”

  “You’ll have to point them out to me. I’d like to thank them.”

  “They’re not here. This is a club party, not a family event. Old ladies aren’t invited to these parties.”

  Addie put the serving spoon down and turned to look Chas in the eye. “Really? That doesn’t seem fair. They cooked most of the day for a party they can’t come to? Why would they do that?” Her face flushed with indignation.

  Chas didn’t know if he should kiss her, hug her, or fuck her for looking so cute and stern. Damn, this woman turned him on like no other he’d ever known.

  “See, you’re at a loss of words at this injustice, as well.”

  He laughed, tweaking her nose before he kissed it. “You’re too cute. Babe, that’s just the way it is in my world. The old ladies are fine with it. They know they’re the queens, so everything’s cool. There’s no way an old lady would want to be at a party with club whores and sluts. It all works out, you know?”

  “Then why am I here? Do you view me as a whore or slut?” Anger gleamed in her gaze.

  Chas cursed himself for putting his foot in his mouth. With his arm around her, he balanced his dish. “Fuck no, precious. You are definitely not a whore or slut. You’re a classy woman, and I didn’t want to be alone at the party. I wanted to share a slice of my life with you. You’re not like anyone here.”

  If you were, you’d be out of my system by now. But I want every part of you.

  She was stiff under his arm. Chas breathed in her ear, “Come on. Don’t be like that. Let’s have a good time, okay? You’re special to me, and that’s why I brought you tonight. I want my brothers to see you with me.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, and he felt her shiver slightly. “Let’s get a table and eat before the food gets cold.”

  Nodding, he led her to a long table outside. The yard was large and a chain-link fence surrounded it. Speakers installed under the eaves of the clubhouse roof and garage thumped hard rock music. Flames shot up and curled in the massive fire pit, and heating lamps circled the area. Sliding Addie next to him on a long wooden bench, Chas glared at Axe and Throttle’s smirks.

  “Who’s this pretty woman?” Axe asked, amusement dancing in his dark brown eyes.

  “Fucking back off, asshole,” Chas growled.

  Addie grabbed Chas’s hand, massaging it. The movement cooled his fire a bit.

  “My name is Addie,” she said, extending her hand.

  Axe glanced at her hand, and with raised eyebrows, he burst out laug

hing.

  Chas leapt up, knocking over his plate, and grabbed Axe by his t-shirt. Axe’s nostrils flared as he shoved Chas’s hands off him.

  “Fucking show some respect, you goddamned prick,” Chas huffed.

  “You wanna get into somethin’, just tell me, ’cause I’m more than ready, fucker.” Axe leaned toward Chas, almost in his face.

  “You fuckin’ know you’re outta line on this one,” Chas said.

  Axe stepped back, glancing at Addie. “She wearing your patch, man? You claim her?”

  “Back off,” Chas gritted.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He walked away and shouted over his shoulder, “Until she’s claimed, she’s just another whore to me.”

  Before Chas could tackle him, Jax and Jerry held him back. “Leave it alone, brother. He’s drunk as shit,” Jax said.

  “I don’t give a fuck. He disrespected my woman and he’s gonna apologize, or I’ll beat his goddamned ass.” Chas, inhaling and exhaling like a bull ready to fight, attempted to pull out of Jax and Jerry’s grip.

  “Please, Chas. Just sit down and eat. Don’t let him spoil our night. Please?”

  Addie’s glistening eyes made him even angrier at Axe. How dare he make Addie cry. Fuck him! Her pleading gaze and soft hand on his coaxed him to sit back down. Chas heard her breathe a sigh of relief.

  “Here, have some of my food. I took too much, and I’m not that hungry.” She pushed her plate over to him.

  “I can get another plate. You don’t need to give me yours.” His voice had an edge to it.

  Chas caught a glint of hurt cross her eyes. What the fuck am I doing? I’m pissed at her because I almost fought a brother over her. What is happening to me? If she were a club whore or some girl I’d picked up, I wouldn’t have given a shit about what Axe said.

  “Are you mad at me over this? Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that I came tonight.” Addie’s voice held hurt, wounded pride, and tenderness all rolled together, and a tinge of guilt spread over Chas. What the fuck?

  “Are you?” Her fingers touched his cheek.

  Chas shook his head, leaned over and kissed her. “No, babe, I’m not mad at you. I’m pissed at Axe. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

  “He was drunk, and he seemed to have an anger problem. Let’s forget about it, okay?”

  Nodding, he placed a morsel of barbecue beef in his mouth. I’ll punch Axe’s face in tomorrow for disrespecting my woman. And she fuckin’ is my woman. No way is any man getting near her or fuckin’ her. Ever.

  After dinner, he led Addie back to the bar. “Remember what I told you. Stay close to me and don’t wander off. You’re not patched, so you’d be open game for any brother. Also, babe, ignore the whores around here. They’ll be givin’ you dirty looks, but it doesn’t mean shit. You’re with me.”

  Addie clung to Chas’s arm as they shuffled to the bar.

  “A glass of red wine and a shot, plus a bottle of Coors,” Chas told the prospect.

  Several brothers from nearby chapters came over to greet Chas. It didn’t escape him that they talked to him but had their eyes on his precious woman. It pissed him off and made him proud at the same time. Damn, I am fucked-up about her. From a distance, he caught Brianna’s cold stare laced with hatred and jealousy. What the fuck is she doing here? She better not start with me or Addie. As they locked gazes, he felt something cushy rub against him. Thinking it was Addie, he turned sideways, a big smile on his face. “Hey, babe.”

  Instead of his sweet Addie, a skimpy-dressed June beamed back. Glancing to his other side, Addie stared at June, wide-eyed.

  “Want some real fun?” June purred as she stroked his thigh with her hand.

  Swatting her hand away, he said, “Move on, June. I’m with my woman. Find another brother.”

  “Whaddya want with a tubby?”

  “Don’t you fuckin’ talk shit about my woman. You think you’re something? Fuck, you’re a used-up slut who’s nothing but a draining hole. Now, leave me the fuck alone.”

  “You didn’t have a problem using my holes before. As I remember, you loved them—a lot.”

  Rage flashed in his gaze, and Chas grabbed her arm hard. “What the fuck don’t you understand, bitch?”

  “Come on, June. I’m lookin’ for a good time,” said Throttle.

  June jerked her arm out of Chas’s grasp. “Yeah, take me away from this shit.”

  Throttle picked up June and flung her over his shoulder before they disappeared in the crowd.

  Chas pulled Addie flush to him. He lowered his head and kissed her wet, hard, and deep. When he broke away, he said, “Sorry for that scene. The bitch is a slut. What can I say?”

  “Do you still see her?”

  “No. I already told you that. You’re the only woman I’ve been with since I met you. You’re the only one who interests me, babe.” Chas held her tighter.

  “I like that,” she replied.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Brianna wrapped around Steel coming toward him. Fuck, I don’t need this. Before his ex-wife reached him, he had Addie out on the floor, dancing to the classic rock and heavy metal tunes spinning on the jukebox. Brianna glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest. He ignored her, but knew she’d find a way to crawl under his skin and make him pay for bringing Addie to the club. Her favorite weapon was Jack. The bitch used Chas’s soft spot for his son to manipulate and punish him. She never pushed too far because stepping over the line meant infuriating him, and Chas knew she was smart enough not to do that.

  After many dances, Chas pulled Addie behind him, guiding her outside. The fire in the pit had grown taller and angrier, its yellow and blue flames licking and sputtering. People threw branches, paper, and whatever else they could find to fuel the bonfire. During the cool months, the bonfire was a staple at Insurgents’ parties.

  “Let’s sit over here, babe.” Chas motioned to a small patch of dried grass mostly covered in fallen leaves. When they sat down, the leaves crunched under them. “Comfortable? I can get us a blanket.”

  “I’m good. It’s nice and cool out here. The bonfire is mesmerizing,” Addie said as she settled down. She sat between his legs, her back against his chest.

  Chas wrapped his arms around her. Shadowy figures became clearer as his eyes adjusted to the dark. All around them, people fucked and sucked. There were couples, threesomes, and everything else one could imagine. As he watched Jerry fucking two women, Chas’s cock twitched, making him shift to readjust himself. Addie’s surprised gasp turned him on. He figured her eyes had probably adjusted to the dark, and she was taking it all in.

  With his thumb, he rubbed it over and over her nipple, and its hardening under her top drove him crazy. Pinching her taut beads, he cupped her tits. Addie sucked in her breath and shifted her position. Smiling, Chas continued to squeeze her tits before one hand lightly skimmed down her body until it massaged her hip, slowly dropping lower to her inner thigh.

  “Oh,” Addie whimpered.

  The small sound spilled fire on his cock. Chas ran his hand over her inner thighs, pinching them softly while he rubbed the side of his face against her silky hair, breathing in her scent. When his fingers moved her panties to the side and dug in her wet folds, Addie moaned and clenched her thighs. Squirming while she pushed her pussy into his hand, her pants sounded like primal music. Feral instincts took over, and Chas wanted nothing more than to pound into her like a wild animal. His index finger fluttered around her hot spot, barely touching it.

  “Fuck, Chas. You’re teasing me,” she whispered hoarsely.

  “Like it? You getting turned on watching everyone fuckin’ around you?”

  A strangled moan escaped through her lips.

  Those fuckin’ sounds she makes set my dick on fire.

  Chas applied pressure on her hardening nub. “You’re wet and ready to have my fingers up your hot pussy.” He inserted two fingers in her and pistoned them in and out. Hard. Fast.

  Heated silkiness clenched around his fingers as Addie convulsed, moaning like a cat in heat. Tangling his hand around her hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her hard and deep while he continued pumping in and out of her clenching cunt.

  “How does it feel, baby?” he whispered against her ear.

  “Fucking awesome,” she sputtered as she tried to catch her breath.

  Withdrawing his fingers from her, he brought them to his mouth and licked her essence off. “You taste so good. I’ll never get tired of your sweetness.”

  Addie tilted her head up and he caught her eyes, the burning fire from the pit reflecting in them. She smiled. “You’re crazy. You do know that, right?”

  “Only for you, precious. Only for you.”

  They kissed again then Addie stiffened and her eyes darted around. Several onlookers watched the couple.

  “Shit, did I just get off in public?”

  “Uh-huh.” Chas peppered the side of her face with kisses.

  She groaned. “I’m now officially a slut. How can I face any of these people again?”

  “Do you even see them? Anyway, baby, I love how you’re a class act most of the time and a nasty slut when we fuck.” He winked at her.

  She swiveled her body so she faced him then buried her head in his chest.

  Too fuckin’ cute that she’s embarrassed.

  “Let’s go to one of the rooms and have some real fun. My cock is hard as hell, and it needs your lovin’.”

  Addie looked up at him. “This is your turf, so lead the way,” she rasped while a devilish grin flashed across her lips.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chas kicked the door closed behind him as he held Addie in his arms, pushing her backwards until they tumbled on the double bed. As he hovered over her, he took in her gaze, sparkling with desire and staring intently into his own, captivating him. Everything about her bewitched him, and Chas couldn’t get enough of Addie. Her scent, her softness, her laugh, her sexy body—all of it had slipped into his life like a smooth shot of whiskey, scorching him and warming him up at the same time. Addie had become his addiction, and even though he wanted to put the brakes on his feelings, he just fucking couldn’t. He needed his fix, and the sexual casualness he’d started with had turned into a constant urge to consume her—all of her.

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