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

by Wilder, Chiah

  “Fuck, what’s the matter with you, bitch?” he threw her back and, losing her balance, she fell on the bed. “Don’t try that shit anymore or you’ll never see your brat again.”

  “Why’re you doing this? I’ve never caused you any problems.”

  “I don’t like loose ends. Having the brat around and knowing how you love money doesn’t make for a good combination. I don’t need the threat of blackmail looming over me, especially since I’ve got my sights on bigger political platforms.”

  “I’d never blackmail you. Fuck, I never even looked you up. I wanted to disappear, so give me Paisley and I’ll go. Please, give me my daughter.” Her voice broke and her eyes glistened under the overhead light.

  McFahey skimmed his eyes over her face, his head shaking. “I can’t take a chance. You’ve lied to me before.”

  “I only lied because I wanted my baby. I didn’t lie to hurt you or blackmail you. Don’t you know me?”

  “I thought I did, but Peaches said she overheard you say you wanted to blackmail me. And you did run out on me in Denver.”

  “Peaches? What the fuck does she know about any of this? She’s a jealous bitch because she wanted Jax and he dumped her for me. She’s getting back at me. I just want Paisley, and I promise I’ll go far away and you’ll never hear from me again. Please.” Wringing her hands, her blue eyes pleaded with his hard ones.

  “What the fuck do you bitches see in that asshole Jax, anyway? He came to my office, acting all macho and shit. I punched him out and sent him packing.” McFahey puffed up his chest.

  Yeah, I bet you did, you fuckin’ asshole. More like Jax beat your puny ass. “Really? Wow.”

  “That’s right. I showed him not to fool around with me. I may not be as tall or buff as him, but I can deliver a killer punch, if needed.” Smiling, he smoothed his hair back and pulled up his slacks.

  “Why did he come to your office?” Cherri wanted to engage him in conversation. If she could keep him talking, maybe he’d get more comfortable with her like he used to, and then he’d let his guard down. Then she would try and escape. She had to try—any attempt was better than nothing.

  “He came looking for you. Man, he’s got it bad for you. I can see why he’s hooked. You’re a good fuck, honey. I could never get enough of you, and when you left me, I was so lonely for you.”

  No, I don’t want to steer the conversation toward sex. No. No. No. “I was surprised to see you in Pinewood Springs, you know?”

  “No shit. I was surprised to see you, too. What do you have with Jax?”

  “Nothing. He’s just my boss. You know, I work for the Insurgents.”

  “Bullshit. A boss isn’t going to give a shit about an employee like he does about you. I know you’re his whore.”

  “We’ve gone out a few times. No big deal.”

  “He better stay out of my face. I didn’t like his possessive attitude about you. Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time, I’ll lay him out flat.” He flexed his flaccid biceps.

  Biting her tongue, Cherri nodded then eased off the bed, inching her way toward the door.

  “Those bikers are all dumbasses. They think they’re hot shit because they ride Harleys and wear leather, but they’re nothing. You been slumming long enough, honey. I’m back now, so you don’t need to be a biker whore.” Stretching out his arm, he caught Cherri by her waist and yanked her back to him.

  Squealing, she scratched at his arm, but he tightened his hold on her until she had trouble breathing. “Stop. Let me go. Please.”

  “Trying to get away from me again? Not going to work this time. I’m wise to you.”

  “I’m warning you, the Insurgents don’t like anyone messin’ with their property. They’ll kill you.”

  Laughing, he leaned in, nuzzling his face in her hair. “Honey, I don’t give a damn about the Insurgents. They can go to Hell, for all I care.”

  “Can’t we be normal and go back to the way we used to be?” Cherri asked.

  “I’d like that a lot, but the problem is I don’t trust you one iota, honey.” Kissing her on the forehead, McFahey backed her up until her knees bumped into the bed. Shoving her down, she fell on top of the mattress.

  With a racing heart and clammy hands, Cherri stared into McFahey’s lust-filled eyes. Whimpering, she scooted away until her back was flat against the wooden headboard.

  “It’s time for you to give me something real special, honey. If you’re very good, I’ll let you see your brat.” Grabbing her hand in his, he placed it on his crotch. “See what you do to me. Fuck, I’m rock-hard. You’re the only one who can get me this hard.” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His penis sprang out.

  Cherri, white-faced and trembling, pulled her hand away then curled up in a ball.

  “Come on, honey. You know you love it as much as I do. You know how to turn a man on. Come on; be a good girl and come to me.”

  Flinching at his touch, Cherri recoiled from him. Her skin prickled like a thousand crawling ants were on it, and she wanted to flee. As he came closer, Cherri gritted her teeth and with all her strength, she rammed her body into McFahey, toppling him over. As she jumped off the bed and ran, he grasped her hair, pulling it back toward him. With arms flailing and screaming in pain, Cherri twisted away from him and darted for the door.

  “Fez, get in here!” McFahey yelled.

  In an instant, a six-foot-five hulk with about two hundred and sixty pounds on him came barreling in.

  “Grab the bitch and cuff her to the bed. I’m tired of her shit.”

  Grunting, the thug scooped Cherri up as if she were a feather, slammed her down on the bed with a resounding thump, and cuffed her arms and legs to each bed post, stretching her out spread-eagle. After he completed his task, he left as suddenly as he entered. With beads of perspiration dotting his brow, McFahey stroked his penis while he leered at Cherri. Even though she was fully dressed, Cherri’s cheeks burned and she dropped her chin to her chest as a thickness formed in her throat. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to find her safe place—her meadow with the colorful wildflowers.

  “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

  With eyelids fluttering open, tears trickled down her face. Baring his teeth under curled, thin lips, he squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. Cherri cringed. As he pulled her top up, he tugged one of her breasts out of her bra. Shoving her nipple in his mouth, he sucked loud and hard. Closing her eyes again, Cherri focused on the meadow, the sunshine, the babbling creek off to—

  His thick tongue forcing entrance in her mouth brought her back to the small, windowless room. No! No! Biting down hard on his tongue, she tasted the coppery tang of his blood in her mouth.

  Jerking his head back, red drops falling on her white skin, he yelled, “Fuck! You bitch!” The sting across her face made dark spots appear in front of her eyes. “You fucking need to learn how to treat your man.” Pulling down her jeans, he put his hand inside her lace panties and rubbed between her dry folds. The friction made her squirm as she tried to get him to stop hurting and touching her.

  With his length in his hand, he put his weight on top of her.

  “No! No! Don’t. Stop it, you fuckin’ pig!” Cherri screamed out while she twisted and turned against her restraints.

  “Shut the fuck up. I’m just getting started. And honey, you know how I like it when you resist me. You’re making me so horny.” McFahey placed his penis near her entrance.

  The door swung open and Cherri’s body exploded with nerves. The thug’s come back. He’s gonna rape me, too. I have to go away. I have to get away. As a sheen of sweat broke out on her cheeks and forehead, the hair on the nape of her neck stiffened. Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, she repeated, “I’m in my safe haven. I’m in the meadow with the beautiful flowers—”

  Heaviness lifted from her stomach and chest as she heard a yelp then a deafening pop. She kept her eyes squeezed shut. I am someplace else, in a lush meadow next to a clear
, running brook. The sun is warm on my skin. Deep, almost guttural whispers pricked her ears. Wildflowers are all around me, and the breeze on my skin is cool as I lie on my back looking at the clouds in the blue sky. All she heard was snorting and thrashing, then scraping as if something heavy were being dragged across the concrete floor. Pressing her eyes tighter, she forced herself to concentrate on her safe haven, her lush meadow with chirping birds.

  The mattress sank a bit next to her. Oh, my God. Someone is next to me. Fuck, why can’t I stay in my meadow? I can’t be here. I have to be there. I have to feel the sun on my skin, I have to get away. I have to—

  Large hands uncuffed her wrists and her ankles. A soft hand caressed her face as gentle lips kissed her bruised cheek. She sniffed, and instead of smelling wildflowers, she smelled earth, musk and motor oil. Lips brushing against her ear caused her skin to dimple.

  Strong arms raised her up and she crashed into a wall of muscle. The smell and touch were so familiar. “Everything’s all right, sweetness,” a low, deep voice said.

  As her heart leaped against her chest, her eyes flew open, wet streams marking her face. Greeting her were Jax’s eyes, shining with love and tenderness. Sitting up, she moved her mouth over his and kissed him slow and deep then buried her face in his hard chest. With his arms wrapped around her, she felt safe and protected.

  “How did you find me?” she asked in a low voice.

  “It’s a long story for another time. You okay? Did the fucker rape you?”

  Shivering, Cherri said, “I’m okay now.” Lowering her voice, she breathed in Jax’s ear, “All bad things have been erased. From now on, I have a clean slate. Do you believe it?”

  Tilting her chin up and running his thumb across her lip, he said, “I believe, sweet one.” Brushing his lips across hers, he stroked her hair.

  After kissing him, Cherri pulled away and said in a tear-filled voice, “I don’t know what he did with my baby. I think he gave her away to a couple. Please find Paisley. Please.” A sob escaped from her throat.

  “Sweet one, I’ve taken care of it. Your little one is safe. Paisley is at your home, waiting for you.”

  Gasping, her fingers touched her parted lips. “She’s okay? Are you sure my baby’s safe?”

  Smiling, his eyes twinkling, he hugged her close. “Yeah, she’s safe and she’s waiting for you. Fuck, woman, you’re the sweetest babe I’ve ever met.”

  Pulling away a bit, a flushed, beaming face stared at Jax before she kissed him hard on his delicious mouth. Warmth radiated throughout her body as she suddenly felt ultra-awake, like she was rejuvenated by adrenaline. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She peppered his face with light, small kisses.

  “You never have to thank me, Cherri. Come on; let’s go home. You got someone waitin’ for you.” Jax helped her to her feet.

  As Cherri left with Jax, she noticed red tracks across the concrete floor. Looking up at him with a quizzical look, he nodded, and the silent tale of McFahey’s fall from grace was understood. They walked outside into the night. Above, the moon lingered in the sky like a shimmering white disc while the stars glittered like scattered space dust.

  When they approached Jax’s Harley, the chrome gleaming in the moonlight, Cherri turned to Jax and said, “Paisley and I owe you our lives.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I did something I’m not proud of, something I’ve never done before. I stole money from Dream House, from the Insurgents. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do. I was desperate and had to leave town. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve trusted you enough to let you know what was going on with me. But I didn’t, and I stole the money. Even though I had every intention of paying it back, what I did was wrong, and I take full responsibility. I want to tell the MC what I did.” Watching Jax’s face for a reaction, she shivered.

  Nodding, Jax drew her close to him. “You don’t owe me shit. I don’t want your life, sweetness; I want your love. I know about the money, and I took care of it. Let’s not think about it now. You got a little one waiting for you. From now on, everything’s gonna be good ’cause I’m always here to take care of you and Paisley.” Bending down, his lips caught hers. “Let’s go home,” he said against her mouth.

  Tucked behind Jax, Cherri looped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his shoulder. A fuzzy feeling colored her insides, and she knew she was where she was supposed to be. Smiling, she closed her eyes as the wind whipped her hair about her face.

  Chapter Thirty

  Cherri rushed up the steps, two at a time, and burst through the front door. On the living room couch, Cara sat with Paisley, who was dressed in blue denim overalls and a red checkered shirt underneath. Her blonde hair held a blue and red bow, which practically covered half of her head. Paisley turned toward the noise and when she saw Cherri, her cornflower blue eyes lit up like a Christmas light, and her chubby arms and legs jerked and curled in excitement.

  Crying, Cherri ran over and swooped her baby girl up from Cara’s arms. Covering her plump cheeks with kisses, Cherri pressed Paisley close to her. The little girl chortled while grabbing her mother’s hair in her tiny fists.

  “I love you so much. Mama’s with you, and you’re safe,” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

  Jax wrapped his arms around Cherri and Paisley, holding them close to him. “I’m with you, and you’re both safe,” he breathed into Cherri’s ear, his hot breath stroking her. For several minutes, they held each other, basking in the comfort and joy of being together again.

  Paisley’s pink mouth opened wide as she yawned then rubbed her eyes. Smiling, Cherri broke away from Jax, sat on the couch, and cradled Paisley in her arms. After fifteen minutes, Paisley was fast asleep.

  “Why don’t you let me hold her so you two can have some private time?” Cara asked.

  Looking at Jax, Cherri saw arousal burn in his eyes. Nodding, she handed her daughter over to Cara, laced her fingers around Jax’s, and headed upstairs.

  When they entered her room, Jax tugged her in him with one hand and caressed her hair with the other. Bowing his head, he burrowed his face in her hair. “Sweetie? Are you gonna be okay if I touch you?”

  Nodding, she whispered, “Thanks for asking me. I want you to touch me. I want to erase the shit from the last day.” Staring intently at Jax, she said, “I want you. Very badly.”

  Pressing her tighter to him, he rasped, “I want you, too. Fuck, I need you.”

  Lightly breaking away from his embrace, she said, “Let me take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in five.”

  After she finished her shower, she came into the room and gasped. A warm, yellow glow enveloped the room as all the candles she possessed flickered and danced, casting shadows on the walls. Jax lay on the bed, the pillows propped up, his sculpted body on full display. Her eyes ran over him, and shivers of desire coursed through her as she viewed his hard pecs, his steel stomach with the perfect V, his sexy biceps, and his thick, rigid dick. Sucking in her breath, she dropped the towel she had been using to dry her hair and walked toward him.

  On her way over to him, she let the bath towel wrapped around her fall to the floor. Naked, she lay on top of him, gyrating her pelvis against his hard length, his breath hissing through his teeth as his hands slid down her back to grip her ass. Securing one of her firm globes in his hand, he kneaded it as he captured her mouth in his. She parted her lips gladly, allowing his tongue to delve into her minty lusciousness.

  With her hands all over his skin, he released her mouth, allowing her to kiss her way along his jaw and down his neck until she landed on his nipple. Flicking her tongue across it, he moaned from deep in his throat, his hand squeezing her ass tightly. Propping herself up a bit, she rubbed her tits against his chest as she dipped her head and sucked his nipple noisily.

  “Fuck that feels good, sweetness. You smell fresh, and your skin is so fuckin’ soft. It feels like velvet against me. Love it.”

  “Mmm, I love the way you taste,�
�� she said between sucks.

  Grabbing a fist of hair, he pulled her head back, forcing her shining blue eyes to look into his heated ones. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock, but first I want to taste and lick your sweet, juicy pussy.”

  A thrill jolted her down to her core when he licked her lip then gently bit it. “Are you gonna do dirty things to me?” she said breathlessly.

  “Hell, yeah. My tongue is gonna be nasty and dirty, and you’ll be beggin’ for more, sweet one.”

  Her tightening pussy lurched as his hand slid down between her legs, his fingers lightly pinching her nub. Arching her back, she ground her mound closer to his probing fingers.

  A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “You like that, sugar?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Circling his arm around her waist, he flipped her over onto her back and spread her thighs wide. With his eyes lingering on her glistening mound, he groaned then, with one finger, he touched her wet, swollen pussy. Desperate whimpers escaped her when he stroked her slickness over and over. Writhing beneath him, Cherri called out in a ragged breath, “Jax, yes. That feels so good. Yes!”

  Locking his gaze with hers, his long tongue dived in her folds, using smooth, steady, and slow rhythmic licks. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your taste.” he said, pulling away for a moment, his chin shining with her wetness. “I could lick you up all night, sweetness. Love your fuckin’ taste.”

  As he tapped his tongue on her clit, wild moans burst from her, and as she bucked under him, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Just as she was ready to explode, he slowly inserted two fingers in her, making her insides instantly clench around them. As he thrust deeper in her, he raised himself on his knees and roughly seized her mouth, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers in her pussy. Clasping his tongue with her mouth, Cherri sucked its hotness, relishing in the feeling of total surrender.

  Taking his big cock in his hand, he ran it up and down her slit, coating it with her hot wetness. Pulling his tongue away from her mouth, he trailed it down her neck, past her collar bone, and between her breasts. Catching her look, he took his drenched dick and pressed it against her entrance. A strangled cry escaped from her throat as he slowly sank all the way in, her walls relaxing to accommodate his girth. Her body tingled with the fullness of him, and he lowered his mouth on her pink nipple, his teeth softly biting it. Withdrawing his dick, he pushed it back in, his balls snug against the curve of her ass.