Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (29 page)

Turning his attention from her soft, inner thighs, his tongue blazed a wet, hot trail to her engorged pussy lips. Her sharp intake of breath when he parted her lips to expose her pink folds, darkened from desire, stiffened his cock even more. With his full tongue, he lapped up her sweetness from the back of her pussy to the tip of it in one long lick. Grabbing the top of his hair with her fists, she pulled hard, making goosebumps appear on his skin from the sweet pain of her force. He played with her folds moving, curling, and flicking his tongue as she writhed and moaned.

“Fuck, I love your taste—you’re so sweet. I can’t wait to ram my cock in your sugared pussy.”

She tugged his hair harder, and Jax, with a wry smile, figured he better fuck her soon or he’d have a helluva bald spot. Spreading her legs wide, her sex was splayed open in all its flush loveliness. Kneeling, Jax touched the opening to her sweetness and rubbed his cock against it. She grunted, and while their eyes locked together, he entered her hard and deep. The warmth of her inside soothed his aching cock as he stayed in her for a few minutes, nothing moving except the twitching of his dick. Then he pulled out and thrust in, that time going deeper.

“Oh, yes!” she shouted.

In and out he went, plunging his dick further each time until all that could be heard in the room were their grunts and the slick whacking of his balls against her. As he banged her fast and hard, he stroked the side of her hard nub while sweat poured down his back, forming pools under his arms. His cock felt her walls tighten then contract as her pussy squeezed and released him over and over while her hand over her mouth muffled her cries of pleasure.

Jax, reaching climax, let go as his pulsing cock released his come into her sweetness. Letting out several guttural pants, the last drop of his seed spilled in her. He collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her damp neck as she stroked his hair. A salty, musky scent drifted in the air.

When his body calmed down a bit, he stood, picked her up, then laid down again with Cherri covering his chest like a blanket. Holding her close, her head nestled against his neck and his arms circled around her. “Fuck, sweetness, I love the scent of me on you. This is the way I want to be with you—naked and close. You’re mine, and I don’t want any other man near you. You got that?

Pausing, Cherri said, “Let’s enjoy what we just shared. Life is so unpredictable—who knows what tomorrow will bring?”

Pulling his head back and tilting her chin up so he could see her, he said, “What the fuck does that mean? You don’t want us to be together?”

“I do. I’ve never felt like this with any other man. I do want us to be together. I’m sayin’ everything is different when the glow of sex is gone. Let’s talk about all this tomorrow. I want to enjoy being in your arms and being close to you.”

He smacked his lips, his hand clenching her soft skin on the side of her body. “Is there another guy?”

“What? No! No, there is no one else. I’m tired and I have to work in a couple of hours, so let’s enjoy being together, okay?”

After a long pause, he smoothed down her hair, brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, and whispered, “Okay, sweetness. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, but just so you know, you’re my woman and there isn’t anything to discuss about that.”

“Yeah, cool.” She turned her eyes away from him.

Jax sensed she was hiding something from him. He’d have to pry it out of her later, though, because if he tried right then, she’d shut down then he’d never learn anything. He wished she would trust him and give herself to him wholeheartedly. Once she started to see a therapist, he was hopeful that a lot of issues would clear up, and she’d be free enough of her baggage to trust him in her life. He wanted to kill her bastard stepfather all over again for doing such a number on his sweet Cherri. He wrapped her tighter and kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled closer until they slipped into sleep.

*     *     *

McFahey’s office in downtown Pinewood Springs

Peaches looked around
at Patrick McFahey’s office and sneered when her eyes scanned the framed photos of his wife and children, and the placards hanging on the cherry wood-paneled walls denoting McFahey as Citizen and Volunteer of the Year. Dotting the bookcases, photographs of McFahey with senators and the current Colorado governor showed a smiling man with cold eyes. Law books lined the bookcases, and the rich, burgundy leather chairs and couch lent a regal and opulent air to the councilman’s office.

Sitting in his swivel chair, gazing out the picture window at the mountains ablaze in gold aspen leaves and green pine needles, he turned around when Peaches cleared her throat. She stared into his cold, flat, blue eyes as they roamed up and down her body, stopping at her breasts shoved into an olive green knit top which revealed a lot of cleavage. When he stopped at her bust, he licked his lips, causing her to shiver—the guy was creeping her out. Without an invitation, she sank down into one of the leather chairs in front of his massive wood desk. Crossing her denim-clad legs, she leaned forward and said, “I have some information I think you’ll be very interested in.”

McFahey raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“Yep. You know, everything is very expensive nowadays. You’d think living in a smaller town like Pinewood Springs would be cheaper, but it isn’t.”

“Am I to take it you want to
sell
me the information?”

“Nothing worth anything in life is free.” Peaches sat back and rested her hands on her knee.

“Aren’t you one of the strippers at Dream House? How do I know you have anything I’d be interested in?”

“Yep, I’m a
dancer
at Dream House, and I think you’re interested in
anything
concerning Cherri. Am I right?” As she noticed his eyes come to life at the mention of the bitch’s name, Peaches smiled inwardly—she had this creep right where she needed him.

“What about Cherri?”

“I need to see the money first, and then we’ll talk.”

Hesitating, McFahey stared at Peaches as if he were sizing her up or trying to intimidate her. Maybe he was doing both, but Peaches had a hard edge to her from years of surviving, so she didn’t intimidate so easily.

Standing up, she began to walk toward the door, and said over her shoulder, “I can see you aren’t interested. I don’t want to take any more of your time.” Placing her hand on the brass door knob, she pretended to turn it when she heard him push his desk chair back.

“I’ll pay you a thousand for the information.”

Turning around she laughed at him. “You can’t be serious. I can make that on a good night at Dream House. I’m thinking more in the neighborhood of ten thousand.”

McFahey’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve got to be insane. I can’t give you such a large amount without it being noticed. I can’t do it.”

“That’s too bad. It’s even more of a shame your race to the governor’s seat in the next election won’t make it past you announcing your intent to run.” It was her turn to stare him down. “Have a nice day, councilman.” She opened the door and as she was about to cross the threshold, a large, frustrated sigh expelled from behind her.

“Fuck! Close the goddamned door and sit your ass back over here. What you have to say better be worth ten thousand, or else I’ll make sure you’ll regret you ever contacted me.”

“It’s worth more, but I’m not greedy.” She smiled broadly.

“I’ll give you five thousand upfront, and when you tell me what you know, you’ll get the rest.”

“Sorry, councilman, but I’m the one calling the shots, not you. You’ll give me ten thousand and then you’ll get the information. If you don’t agree, I walk.”

Red blotches spotted his skin as she saw his eyes narrow in anger. She knew she was pushing it, but this was her one chance to have some real money and screw Cherri at the same time. She was tired of that bitch thinking her shit didn’t stink, and she was livid Jax had his cock in Cherri’s pussy and ignored
her
. Peaches had been biding her time, waiting for the right moment to pay Cherri back for stealing Jax. She vowed she’d make the bitch pay, and earning some money in the process was an unexpected bonus.

“Do we have a deal? I don’t have all day to waste with this shit.”

Nostrils flaring, McFahey nodded, went over to a door, and disappeared through it. Reappearing after fifteen minutes, McFahey laid one hundred crisp one hundred dollar bills on the desk in front of her. “Now, tell me what you know, bitch.”

Scooping up the money, Peaches smiled and said, “You’re the proud papa of a very much alive and thriving baby girl whose mama is your favorite fuck, Cherri. The money you gave her to get rid of the little one, she used to get rid of you.” Peaches laughed. “Your sweet daughter lives in Dexter in a quaint, wooden house with a darling picket fence. You, councilman, are the father of a bastard daughter. Imagine how the media will love it.”

Eyes bugging out, face red, and sweat pouring down his face, the good councilman slammed his fist on the desk and yelled, “Are you sure about this? How the fuck do you know?”

“Cherri’s a slut who’s sleeping with my boyfriend, so I wanted to get something on her. I followed her to Dexter. She goes to see your daughter regularly. She looked downright maternal when I saw her in the park with the brat. It made me sick.”

McFahey’s face turned from red to white and his hands trembled as he placed them on the desk to steady himself.

“I also know she’s planning to blackmail you. She’s obsessed with money and she told her friend, ‘McFahey is such a buffoon. I can’t stand his limp dick in me. He’s my meal ticket for a better life. He’ll pay handsomely for me to keep my mouth shut about his daughter.’ She’s been plotting this for a long time, and she came to Pinewood Springs when she found out you were here.” By the hatred washing over McFahey’s face, Peaches knew he believed her lie. Her hope was to have him get rid of Cherri once and for all, and then Jax would come back to her and she could finally don his “Property of” patch.

“The fucking cunt.” The councilman wiped his wet face with a handkerchief. “I’m glad you told me.”

“I’m one of your voters. I want to see you as governor come election year.” She zipped her purse. “It was nice doin’ business with you.” She walked toward the door.

“Not so fast. I got a condition attached to the money.” He had her wrist in his hand, and the more she tried to pull free, the tighter he gripped it.

“What condition?”

“It involves you on your knees with your mouth wide open.”

“You want me to give you a blowjob?” Peaches, incredulous, debated her options.

“If you don’t want me to call security and tell them you stole the money. I think they’re going to believe a respectable family man before a stripper at a biker bar.”

“You’d do that, too, wouldn’t you?”

“Great minds think alike, you know. The fucking biker must be hung like a stallion for you bitches to be fighting over him. You can rest easy because you’ll have your man back. I’ll take care of Cherri.”

Joy coursed through Peaches body as her mind exploded with images of Jax kissing her and announcing to his club she was his old lady. Looking at McFahey, she smiled and said, “Ease back on your chair while I unzip your pants.”

The next day, early evening

S
naking his arm
around Cherri’s waist, Jax planted a kiss on the side of her face while she tried to take roll call for the early evening shift. Peaches glared at him when he slid his hand over Cherri’s hips as she giggled.

“Cut it out. I’m trying to do my job and look professional doing it.” She feigned indignation, but her twinkling eyes told Jax she loved his attention.

“Do any of you ladies mind if I show my woman some love while she works?” He threw a boyish grin at them, making several of them wish they were in Cherri’s position. Shaking their heads—except for Peaches, who continued to glare at the couple—Jax grazed Cherri’s earlobe with his teeth and breathed in her ear, “The consensus is in, and no one gives a fuck.”

Cherri nudged Jax away. “You’re so bad.” Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, she whispered, “Later tonight, you can show me how bad you can really be.” Before he could say anything, she spun out of his arms and marched behind the curtains to make sure everything was set for the evening’s rush.

Shaking his head, Jax smiled and sauntered over to the bar to grab a bottle of beer and a shot of Jack. Sitting at his favorite table in the front, he took a long draw of his beer, stretched his legs in front of him, and watched the stage as a cute, short brunette with a generous rack shook and wiggled all her parts to pulsating rock music. As he looked at her, he saw Cherri’s face and body. He was hooked on his woman from the beginning and he’d never missed one of her shows, but he hated that the brothers had seen her body. Since she wasn’t dancing anymore, he liked it a whole lot better. The members joked and teased him about how crazy he was about Cherri, and he couldn’t believe it, either.

When he was at the club the other night, a sexy slut was spread on the pool table with three guys fucking her and a few others waiting their turn. She was a friend of Brandi’s, and the slut wanted to be a club whore, so she was going through initiation. The brothers yelled for Jax to come over and get in on the fun, but he didn’t want to. It surprised the fuck out of the brothers, and it floored him. He couldn’t get Cherri out of his mind, and he didn’t want to fuck any of the sluts who hung out at the club—he only wanted to fuck his Cherri. Shaking his head in disbelief, he threw back his Jack and enjoyed the biting sting roll down his throat into his belly, warming it.