Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4)
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Authors: Chiah Wilder
Tags: #Fiction, #MC, #Romance
AN INSURGENTS MC ROMANCE
Chiah Wilder
Copyright © 2016 by Chiah Wilder
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The first time Axe saw her at his friend’s wedding, he knew she’d have her long legs wrapped around his waist, moaning and begging for more.
A member of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, Axe has the tattoos, the ripped body, and the badass attitude. He’s great in bed and always leaves women pleading for more. But…
Don’t ask him to commit.
Don’t ask for a phone call.
Don’t expect anything but wild, mind-blowing sex.
That’s the way he rolls…
Until he meets her.
It was a one-night stand.
He was gone before she woke up.
Finished. Done. Moved on.
Except he can’t stop thinking about her.
What the f*&k?!
Baylee Peters has thrown herself obsessively into her career vying for the brass ring of partnership at one of the most prestigious architecture firms in Denver.
Not wanting any distractions, she has shelved romance. Nothing can stand in her way.
Until she meets him.
The dark-haired man with the smoldering eyes and tatted, chiseled body who makes her insides melt.
It was just for one night. So what if the sex was incredible?
Then work takes her to Pinewood Springs. And to him. Her ordered world explodes.
As if she didn’t have enough trouble with a sexy, bad boy biker whom she can’t stop drooling over, her memory of the night her mother was murdered is coming back, and the killer is waiting to make sure no one knows what she remembers.
Can Baylee trust Axe enough to let him into her life and take control? Can he save her before a determined killer takes away Axe’s one chance at happiness?
Axe vows to protect her, and he will stop at nothing until he makes her his woman.
The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Axe and Baylee’s love story. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. HEA. No cliffhangers!
The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Previous Titles in the Series:
Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1
Jax’s Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2
Chas’s Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3
Summer, 1998
Denver, Colorado
T
he man’s voice
shattered the quietude. Baylee hugged her stuffed rabbit closer and held her breath. It wasn’t her father’s voice; he was out on business and wouldn’t be back until the morning. She pulled the covers over her head and wished the fear creeping inside her would crawl away.
Silence.
The young girl let out a small breath, closed her eyes, and let sleep replace the fear from a few minutes before.
Crash!
Baylee jerked up in her bed, her rabbit clutched to her side, her heart slamming against her chest. Her mother’s sobs pierced the veil of normalcy.
Mommy’s in trouble.
Baylee scrambled out of her twin bed and padded to the stairs. From the glow of the fireplace, she saw figures dancing on the walls like shadow puppets. One was tall and gripping, the other was short, curvy, and struggling.
“Please, don’t. Leave now. Please,” her mother said in a voice laced in panic.
“Give me what you’ve been teasing me with for a long time. You think you can flirt with me then turn me off? You know you want this.”
“I don’t. Stop. If you don’t stop, I’m going to tell John when he gets back.”
“Just one kiss and I’ll go. Come on, you know you want it.”
The young child quietly descended the stairs until she was more than halfway down. She sat on the carpeted step and clung to the white-painted wooden dowels, peering through them as though they were a looking glass into a world of shadows and fear.
“Stop it! Please,” Baylee’s mother cried out as she grabbed something on the cabinet next to her.
The scene played out on the walls of the living room: her mother bending her arm and hitting the man’s head, his hand grabbing his head then slapping her mother so hard she fell on the floor, the tall outline then pouncing on her mother. Her mother’s gasps and muffled screams became weaker, and her body stopped moving.
Baylee leapt up and rushed into the room, screaming, “Mommy! Don’t hurt my mommy. Mommy!”
The man, startled, jumped up and approached the young girl, his eyes flashing. She backed up and ran to the front door. Her high-pitched screams rang out through the neighborhood, and neighbors came out on their front porches to see what had punctured the stillness of the night.
A loud
thump
on the door made the man turn and run out of the house through the back.
“What’s going on in there?” a deep voice asked on the other side of the door.
“My mommy’s hurt. She’s not moving,” Baylee answered, her voice small. The shrill wail of police sirens echoed eerily in the distance, coming closer.
By the time the cops entered the house, the young girl was kneeling by her lifeless mother—Baylee’s eyes unblinking, her body stiff. Even though warm hands touched her, the child had retreated to the world where nightmares lived, where blackness surrounded everything.
From that night on, Baylee Peters’s memory would be filled with shadows and darkness.
Seventeen years later
Summer
Denver, Colorado
N
ice ass. Wonder
what the front of her looks like.
Axe admired the shapely brunette in the pew across the aisle from him in the church. Her celery-green cocktail dress molded over her curvy hips and stopped mid-thigh, revealing long, well-defined tanned legs. Axe’s gaze lingered as he imagined them wrapped around his waist while he slammed his cock into her. His body tightened and his fingers itched to dig into her fleshy hips while he spread her “fuck me” legs wide and rammed into her from behind, watching her hot ass jiggle.
Shifting, he readjusted his pants as he raised his eyes to glossy, dark brown hair falling down her back. The setting sun bathed her hair in warm yellow and red hues as it streamed in through the stained glass windows. The impulse to touch it was strong, and he could almost feel the silky strands wrapped around his hand as he pulled her head back while he pounded his dick in her.
The priest said in a clear voice, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Axe pulled his eyes away from the luscious creature across from him and watched as Derek, one of his best buddies from childhood, walked down the aisle with his new bride. Axe hadn’t wanted to come to Denver for a wedding, of all things, and he’d made up some bullshit about not being able to go, but when Derek called and told him he had to be there,
period
, Axe relented and rode his Harley the three hours to make it.
He and Derek had been buds since they were five years old. They had formed an allegiance early on, Axe beating up the bullies who picked on Derek in the trailer park where they grew up. Right from the start, they’d been tight, their time together meaning less time spent in their not-so-happy homes. Derek’s mother was a drunk, and his father was a cruel man who loved to torment anyone who crossed his path. He spent many nights at Axe’s trailer, trying to keep out of his dad’s way. When someone finally shot the bastard late one summer night, the park rejoiced, and Derek changed forever. He was no longer the kid afraid of his shadow, the one whose blue eyes were sad and haunted most of the time. Derek seemed to relax for the first time in his life.
Axe noticed Derek’s mother sitting in the front row of the church, her eyes watery and her face leathered and wrinkled from years of too much sun and booze. Her favorite thing to do most mornings, after she’d woken up hungover, was to stretch out on a cheap, plastic chaise lounge in a tiny bikini, which left little to the imagination, and take in the rays as she sipped her first of many glasses of bourbon.
The first time Axe had seen Mrs. Keary in her skimpy bikini, he’d been around thirteen years old. Watching her breasts swing under a pink top which barely held them in had mesmerized the young boy, and he’d felt something funny grab him in his crotch. The side view of Mrs. Keary had shown white, round flesh spilling out. He’d known he shouldn’t have stared, but the sight of it had made him feel weird and excited. Then she’d caught him, and her throaty laugh mocked him.
She’d looked at him, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. “Like what you’re seeing?”
He didn’t answer, too embarrassed at being caught checking out his best friend’s mother’s breasts.
“Come on over and touch them, if you like. I’m not gonna tell.”
Shaking his head, he’d run away, her raspy laughter following him.
From that day on, Axe had made sure he wasn’t around when Mrs. Keary sunbathed.
There, in the church, she looked like a used up, old hag. He hadn’t seen her since they all moved from the trailer park many years back.
Derek and his mom moved to Denver during high school, and Axe had joined up with the Insurgents MC when he was seventeen. Even though their paths went in different directions, they’d stayed in touch, seeing each other whenever Derek came to Pinewood Springs. When he’d told Axe he was tying the knot, Axe was happy for him. For such a long time, his buddy had seemed lost. Why he wanted to tie himself down to one pussy was hard for Axe to understand, but it seemed like Derek was happy with the chick who donned his ring, so Axe was cool with that.
As Derek and his new wife walked down the aisle, past Axe, he high-fived Derek, who grinned back. Turning his head around, he searched for the hot woman in the green dress, but she was gone.
What the fuck? Where the hell did she go?
He wanted to see her face, because if she looked anything like the back of her, he was going to have to fuck her before the night was over. Wasn’t that supposed to happen at weddings—random sex? If he had to drag his ass to Denver to suffer through a wedding ceremony, he was determined to have some action before he headed back home. He’d definitely be looking for the green-dressed babe at the reception.