Cherri came up to Gunner and placed her body between his legs as she swayed to the music, her ass bumping and grinding his crotch. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes never left his as she dry-humped him. Slowly leaning back, her shoulders pressed into his hard chest as she wrapped her arm around his neck—giving him a perfect view of her supple breasts—while she rubbed her ass on his hard shaft. She heard Gunner’s guttural moans.
Swinging around, she faced him, her eyes locked with his once again. A sweet, subtle grin whispered across her face as she straddled his lap. As she bent forward, her orange blossom-sugared scent caressed Gunner’s nostrils, and Cherri pushed her breasts toward his face. Arching her back, she unhooked her bikini top, releasing her boobs while she moved her butt against Gunner’s massive hard-on. His breathing was fast and shallow as he shifted under Cherri’s gyrations.
“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me, darlin’,” he said huskily.
Still holding his gaze, Cherri licked her lips as she nestled Gunner’s face into her breasts, squeezing them around his face with her hand while grinding on his hardness. Not able to control himself any longer, Gunner’s arms circled her petite waist and crushed her glistening body against him. The song ended, but Gunner didn’t release her.
“The songs are over. I’m finished,” she said into his ear while gently pulling away.
“That was a fuckin’ hot dance. Way better than you on stage.” He reached in his pocket and took out his wallet. “Here you go, darlin’.” He handed her three one hundred dollar bills.
With wide eyes, Cherri said, “The dance is thirty dollars. This is way too much.”
“That’s your tip, darlin’. You deserve every bit of it and more. There’s somethin’ ’bout you makes me wanna take care of you. Can I give you another hug?”
As his warm smile caressed her, Cherri’s eyes misted and she nodded. He squeezed her in his large arms, making her feel appreciated and protected. From behind her, she heard the door open and slam against the wall. Peeking over her shoulder, Jax emerged from the doorway—red-faced, eyes blazing, and fists clenched.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded.
Chapter Five
“How in the fuck is this your business?” Gunner growled back, his arms still clasped around Cherri.
Seeing her practically nude in Gunner’s arms made Jax’s hazel eyes darken like angry thunderclouds. He wanted to pound the old man to a bloody pulp. He picked up one of the iron chairs and chucked it across the room, its impact shattering the mirror on the side wall. Gunner sprung off the couch and grabbed Jax. “What the fuck is your goddamned problem?”
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her. Stay away from her.”
Gunner threw a confused look at Cherri. “You his property? He claim you?”
Looking down, face turned away, she shook her head.
Directing his attention back to Jax, he said, “Seems like you got no say in this, so get the fuck outta here.” He shoved Jax backward.
“Don’t mess with me, old man.” Jax’s muscles twitched and bulged from the tension.
“I don’t wanna mess with you. If you get the fuck out now, everything is cool.”
Jax glanced at Cherri. Biting her nail, she avoided him.
“She’s not supposed to be dancing.” Jax stared hard at Gunner.
“She’s not on stage, and what two adults have goin’ on in here is none of your fuckin’ business. For the last time, take your fuckin’ ass outta here.” Gunner took a couple of steps toward Jax.
Jax lunged for Gunner, whose fist smashed against Jax’s jaw. Stumbling for a moment, he pitched forward and punched back. The two of them hammered and knocked each other senseless. Cherri screamed, “Stop, now! Stop!”
Ignoring Emma as she burst into the room, the two men kept bashing each other even as the blood spurted from their faces. Rushing into the hallway, Emma cried for help.
Banger, Chas, and Ruben raced in with Holt on their heels. They pulled the guys apart.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Banger roared.
Wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, Gunner replied, “This fuckin’ punk is abusing his position as Sergeant-at-Arms. He’s got a thing for Cherri, but she ain’t been claimed. He needs to back the fuck off right now, or I’ll do somethin’ that’s gonna land me in the pen.” Gunner’s body shook with fury, his nostrils flaring.
“What the fuck, Jax?” Banger’s eyes bored straight into his, waiting for a response.
Jax, rubbing his swelling jaw, said, “The fuckin’ old man needs to learn she’s off-limits to the brothers.” He wrapped his arms around Cherri’s trembling shoulders.
“Have you claimed her?”
Jax flung a defiant glare at Banger and tugged Cherri closer to him.
“Well, have you?” Banger swung around and faced Cherri. “Are you Jax’s woman?”
Shifting from one foot to the other, eyes cast downward, Cherri’s white-blonde head shook as she said in a half-whisper, “No.”
With fury in his eyes, Banger yelled at Jax, “Get the hell outta here! You’ve no stake in her. She and Gunner can do what the fuck they want. You’re outta fuckin’ line on this one.”
Without saying a word, Jax tossed Cherri away from him. She stumbled and fell, landing on the couch. He stormed out of the room into the bar area. “That fuckin’ old man better watch out, ’cause I’m not done with him yet. Asshole!” he yelled. He slammed his fist on the bar, pain ripping through his hand. Feeling a cool rag on his face, he whipped around and saw Peaches standing next to him, wiping away the drying blood.
“What happened, baby?” she cooed. “I’m here now, and I’m gonna take care of my best guy. I love you, baby. I love everything about you. I’d never pick some old fart over you. You’re so sexy and lovable.” Peaches put her arms around Jax’s neck and planted a wet, soft kiss on his bruised cheek.
Jax turned toward her and kissed her.
“Don’t ever try that shit again with another brother, you got that?” Banger yelled as he approached Jax. “Gunner is cool to let this go, but if you do this shit again, your ass is gonna get a beating from me. All this shit over a bitch. You had your chance and you didn’t go for it, and now Gunner’s got her.”
“He doesn’t have shit. A lap dance doesn’t mean he’s got her.” Jax spat.
Eyeing him, Banger warned, “Back the fuck off. The bitch has picked Gunner, so be a man and deal with it. I don’t want any more trouble from you on this. Got it?”
“I’m fuckin’ outta here!” Jax yanked Peaches’ arm, dragging her behind him as he left the bar. He jumped on his Harley and motioned Peaches to get on. He needed a back warmer, and later, he’d want a cock warmer. Peaches was eager, and he liked her well enough. If Cherri wanted to suck old cock, then let her do it. He was beyond pissed at her. He needed a pint of Jack and Peaches’ pussy to erase that cold bitch with the glacier blue eyes out of his mind. He left the parking lot and sped toward the clubhouse.
The wind rushed around their ears like a wind chamber. Evergreens, aspens, and pine trees blurred as Jax rode hard and fast, taking the curves at dangerous speeds. With every bend in the road he leaned the bike further, and he felt Peaches wrap her arms tighter around him. He knew she was terrified, but he didn’t care. The inky blackness, the wind around him, and the ride blocked out the fury which radiated from him. How the fuck could she pick Gunner over me? I know she’s got issues, but this is just fucked.
Images of Cherri invaded his mind the whole ride to the clubhouse. He had never been so pissed at a woman in his whole life. He fucked women, stayed with them for a while, then left them for another. Usually, he was getting pussy from two or sometimes three women at the same time. Rarely did he settle for one, and when he did, it was short-lived. The last thing he wanted was to settle down or have a permanent girlfriend—he wasn’t ready for that shit, so he couldn’t figure out why he cared so much about Cherri. He hated
pain-in-the-ass women, and when it got too hard or complicated, he’d bail. So why was he still sniffing around the frigid bitch’s ass? She was more than difficult, and he still wanted to get her in his life and him in hers. Fuck!
Jax screeched to a stop and waited for the prospect to open the chain-link fence to let him into the clubhouse parking lot. Lights from inside the compound cast an eerie glow on the asphalt where numerous Harleys were parked. Laughter, heavy bass, and breaking glass emanated from the club. It was Thursday night, and the brothers began their weekend early.
Inside the great room, several brothers sat drinking beer and whiskey while watching car racing on the big-screen TV mounted on the back wall. A few brothers played pool while some others were busy with the club whores and mamas on the couches that circled the room. There weren’t any hoodrats since the party girls usually came around the club on Friday and Saturday nights to have free booze, drugs, and sex.
The club whores hung around every night, making themselves sexually available to the brothers. Lola and Brandi were the more popular ones, but Rosie, the newest addition, was all the rage since she came on board a few months back. Kristy was one of the favorite mamas since she knew how to suck some good dick. Unlike the club whores, the mamas wore the property patch of the club, and they were the lowest members in the club hierarchy. In exchange for being the Insurgents’ public well and grunt workers around the club, the mamas lived upstairs in the attic of the schoolhouse-turned-clubhouse. They also had the protection of the Insurgents: if anyone messed with their mamas, the brothers would come down hard on the offenders. In exchange, the mamas were expected to service the brothers and other bikers who visited the club; they had to be available twenty-four-seven to please a member. It was a grueling position, but a voluntary one.
Jax entered the clubhouse hauling Peaches behind him, not even stopping to say anything to the brothers. Peaches, tripping over her feet as she tried to keep up with Jax, heard the members’ hoots and whistles as Jax dragged her upstairs. Jax opened his room’s door and pushed Peaches inside. It was a simple room with a king-sized bed, two reading chairs, a nightstand, a floor lamp, and a small TV. Pin-up posters of half-naked women posed on Harleys decorated his walls. A small en-suite bathroom completed his living quarters. A large picture window overlooked the back of the clubhouse and the forest of Aspen trees in the distance.
“Fuck!” Jax said as he threw his leather jacket on one of the chairs. He kicked off his boots, shed his jeans and t-shirt, and jerked Peaches to him. He kissed her fiercely, biting her shiny-red lips.
“Ow, Jax, that hurt,” she said, turning her face away and rubbing her bottom lip with her finger. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothin’, just wanna fuck.”
“Okay, but play nice.”
“Take your clothes off and join me on the bed.”
Peaches peeled off her short denim skirt, her purple top, and lacy bra, but kept on her thong. She eased herself on the bed and snuggled up to Jax.
“Get rid of your g-string.”
Peaches slid off her thong. Jax smiled. Yeah, that’s what I like—no arguments, just an easy woman who wants to please me. Nothing complicated like Cherri.
“Baby, you seem so upset. What’s wrong? What happened at the club?” Peaches asked, rubbing Jax’s back.
Flinging her hands off him, he said gruffly, “I’m not looking for nice tonight. I wanna fuck hard and rough. You down?”
“Anything you want, baby. I love you, and you know there isn’t nothing I wouldn’t do for ya.” Shoving her down on the bed, he kissed her roughly while he tweaked her nipples. She cried out, and he flipped her over. “On your knees. Now.”
Peaches did as ordered. After putting on a condom, Jax rubbed her clit, making her moan. As her moaning rose to a high-pitched whine, he rammed into her, fucking her hard. When she reached her peak, she screamed out while Jax growled. He rolled on his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Peaches rested her head in the crook of his arm. “That was awesome, baby. Did you like it?” she asked.
He snorted his response. The truth was their fucking did nothing for him. His hunger was still there—he wasn’t satiated at all. All he saw when he was fucking Peaches was Cherri’s firm ass wiggling and his cock slamming into her sweet pussy. After he banged Peaches, all he could think of was Cherri stroking Gunner’s dick with her butt. He knew sleep would not come easily that night.
Peaches’ even breaths told him she had fallen asleep. Why couldn’t he forget about Cherri and embrace Peaches? Peaches was in love with him. She was pretty, good in bed, and would do anything for him. If he made Peaches his permanent girlfriend, his life would be easy. He knew she was the type who would forgive his extra pussy on the side. Why the fuck did he have the hots for a troublesome ice bitch? He didn’t want that shit in his life, but, for unknown reasons, he was drawn to her—needing and craving her. He was pissed as hell at himself for allowing a woman to do that to him. Fuck!
* * *
A few hours later, sunlight filled the room through the curtainless window. Cussing under his breath as the light pierced his eyes, he looked down at Peaches’ curly hair. She hugged him in her sleep. Maybe if I spend more time with her, the less I’ll think of Cherri. He wanted to get the white-blonde with the sexy strut out of his mind. Seeing her with Gunner made him attack another brother. He knew he overstepped the line, knew he was out of control while he was punching Gunner’s face, but he didn’t give a shit; he wanted to hurt Gunner for having his hands on Cherri. Not only was he beyond fucking perplexed that she picked an old brother over him, he was hurt as shit, but that was somewhere he didn’t want to go. The problem with Cherri was she stirred up bullshit deep inside him he didn’t want to think about.
He looked down at Peaches again. Fuck, why can’t I crave her the way I do Cherri? She’s crazy about me. He knew Cherri was pissed at him for not letting her strip on stage anymore, but to hook up with Gunner to spite him? That wasn’t okay. It was true Gunner was a generous tipper, which made him more desirable to the dancers, but Jax had told Cherri he’d take care of her and give her money to make up the lost wages. She wouldn’t go for it, though. So she takes the old man’s money, but not mine? She’s all kinds of fucked-up.
The whole turn of events pissed him off to no end. He suspected Cherri had some issues from her past; her eyes told him she was hiding secrets. Ever since he first saw her—after the raid on the Deadly Demons Nomads’ clubhouse and the Insurgents rescued her—he was drawn to her. It was more than her hot body and pretty face—it was an aura of vulnerability and determination which excited the fuck out of him. He guessed her life hadn’t been easy, but that’s why he was there—to take care of her.
How in the fuck did she choose Gunner over me? Fuck! Jax had to be with her. He had to forget her. His cock needed her and only her. His life was suddenly a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Why the hell did she have to come into his world and fuck it up?
“Whatcha thinking about?” Peaches asked as she squeezed his waist.
“Huh? I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, but your heavy breathing woke me up. Do you want something, baby?” She smiled while she ran her hand over his dick.
Shifting his weight, Jax brushed her hand away. “Not now. I got stuff to do.” He sat up, his back to her.
“What went on between you and Gunner last night?”
Pausing, Jax debated about telling her the truth. He decided Peaches wasn’t to blame for his weakness, so there was no reason to hurt her. “Club business.”
Anyone who hung out with outlaw bikers knew when one of the guys said something was club business, it meant no more questions, end of discussion, nothing revealed. The Insurgents were protective of their club and its goings-on. The brothers would rather die than reveal anything of the club’s activities. The weekly meetings, called church, were for full-patched members, and no one else was allowed to hear what was talked about at church—not the
Prospects, the hang-arounds, and, most certainly, not the women. The deep loyalty and fierce protection of all that was Insurgents was not unique to them, it was the code, the way of life for all outlaw motorcycle clubs.
Peaches didn’t ask any more questions about the fight. She placed her hands on Jax’s tense neck muscles and massaged them while she whispered in his ear. “Why didn’t you watch me dance last night, babe? I was looking at you, and each time I shook my titties, it was for you. It always is, you know?”
“I was talking club business with Gunner. Something had come up. You know how that goes,” he lied. He didn’t want to hurt Peaches—it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t hold a candle to Cherri. This was his deal, not hers.
“Oh, that’s good. I thought maybe it was because of that bitch Cherri. I saw her chatting up Gunner then you going over there. I dunno… I thought maybe all the shit last night was because of her.”
“Nah, just club business.”
Peaches kissed his neck while she ran her hands down his chest, landing on and grabbing hold of his hardening cock. Jax groaned. She swung around, straddling herself on his lap, kissing him while caressing his chest with her breasts. She pushed him back down on the bed and rested her knees on either side of him, his length ready for some relief. He threw his head back, letting Peaches take him on a ride while he fantasized about his sweet Cherri.
* * *
When they entered the great room an hour later, Jax, with his arm around Peaches’ waist, spotted Gunner at the bar having a drink with Ruben. Gunner tilted his chin when he saw Jax, who nodded back with a clenched jaw. He thought the anger would have dissipated by that point, but he was still pissed as hell at Gunner and it took everything he had to hold back. He so fucking wanted to finish what he started the night before at Dream House with the old brother. Even though his body was ready to pounce, his mind told him he’d acted stupid, fighting a brother over a woman who wasn’t claimed. He was losing his grip with this one, and he knew Banger wasn’t going to put up with his shit at all.
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