Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (19 page)

“I’m happy it’s
over,” Addie said as she held a bottled water in her hand and sank in one of the cushy chairs in Cara’s office.

Cara smiled, her chin on her hands. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Blinking rapidly, Addie bounced her knee up and down. “Will you tell anyone?”

“No. Whatever you tell me is in confidence. The attorney-client privilege keeps whatever you tell me private.”

Inhaling deeply, Addie recounted her story. After she finished, she took a big gulp of water then relaxed in the chair.

Silence ensued for several minutes before Cara asked, “Does Chas know any of this?”

Addie shook her head vigorously. “Please, you can’t tell him.”

“I can’t, you’re my client. But even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t say anything to him. This is your story to tell. The good news is that the cops don’t give a crap about your fingerprints since your case was dismissed. When they came in, the clerk just threw the teletype in your folder. Right now, the sheriff and police departments are preoccupied with a meth lab they found in a trailer park in West Pinewood Springs. Chances are high no one will read your report. If you hadn’t been arrested when you were eighteen for trespassing, your prints would never have been in the system.”

Breathless, Addie panted. “I know. I never knew how much I’d regret that stupid college prank, but that’s good news about the cops not being interested in my fingerprint report, right?”

“Yes. For now. But there’s no stopping someone down the road from looking at your file. I encourage you to turn yourself in. From what you told me, you have a very good chance in clearing your name. You’d be free, Addie. Don’t you want that?”

Eyes wide, Addie shook her head. “As long as Ian is in this world, I’ll never be free. I can’t do it. Don’t ask me to.”

“I can’t make you. It has to be your decision, but if you decide to throw off your chains then I’ll help you. Let me know. As for your file, I’ll ask my friend to keep it ‘lost’ for an indefinite time.”

*     *     *

Back at the
library, Cara’s words echoed through Addie’s brain. Was Cara right? Should she turn herself in and face the consequences? She’d read about innocent people being wrongly accused, who’d received the death penalty or a life sentence.

Fuck, my damn fingerprints were all over the crime scene. And Ian… No, Cara doesn’t get it. I can’t go back. As long as he’s alive, I won’t ever go back.

Addie looked out the window at the people as they hurried about. Spotting a middle-aged man sporting a black suit, she wondered if he had any dark secrets. What about the young woman jogging past the library? What was her story? When people observed Addie, they had no clue she had a shitload of baggage. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world—like all the people she was watching.

“Hi, Ms. O’Leary.” Jack’s cheery voice snapped her out of her musings.

“Hi, Jack.” Standing behind him was his father, looking mighty fine in leather and denim.

“I gotta talk with Ms. O’Leary. Go join the other kids for a few minutes, okay?” Chas said.

“Whatcha gotta talk about, Dad?”

“Grown-up stuff. Go on.”

Jack skipped over to the reading table.

Chas tugged Addie behind him until they entered her office. Kicking the door closed with his boot, he pulled her close to him, his mouth crushing hers. With urgency, his tongue pushed through the seam on her lips, and he devoured her mouth with deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue.

A swarm of butterflies flitted in her stomach as the heat of his kiss burned from her head to her curled toes. Pulsing, she yearned for his tongue to flick her sensitive bud to hardness, while filling her aching pussy with his dick. Arching her back, her breasts rubbed against his muscled chest, and her hard nipples strained against her blouse.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned against his mouth.

“Fuck, precious, I missed your lips,” he whispered as he pulled back, his gaze lingering on her mouth. “Did you miss me?”

Instead of answering, she pulled him close to her, her lips parting his as she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. Chas’s low growl sent shivers down her spine. Brushing her tits against his hard chest, he cupped them. Her nipples pebbled even harder against her blouse as he teased the taut buds between his fingers.

“I want to suck your tits, babe. Fuck, they feel good in my hands. I need to see them,” he rasped, as his mouth trailed kisses along her jaw.

Leaning his knee against her legs, he prodded them open, her wet pussy tight against his leg. As he moved his leg up and down, his hands ran over her curves, landing on her ass.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel.” Massaging her ass, Chas ground his knee into her pussy.

Lightheadedness overtook her and she felt like she was rolling down a steep hill, her stomach tickling, her body weightless. The sweet ache throbbed, tightened, then exploded as Chas swallowed her moans of pleasure in his mouth.

Sweat trickled down from her face and she panted as Chas held her close, her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair. “That was fuckin’ hot, precious.”

Heat tinted her cheeks. “I’ve never had, you know—the big O—without having intercourse.”

Tilting her chin up, Addie met Chas’s smoldering eyes. “You’ve never been with the right man. Tonight, I’m gonna explore every inch of your delectable body. And you’re going to be very naked.”

Before she could reply, a small knock on the door brought her back to her senses.

“Are you done talking ’bout growed-up stuff?” Jack asked through the door.

With an ear-to-ear grin, Chas said, “Yeah.” He reached out to pull her to him again, but she swatted his hand away.

“I’m coming out now, Jack.” Mortified that she was groping his dad while he and the other students waited for her, she tucked in her blouse, smoothed down her hair, and swiped lip gloss on her swollen lips.

As she opened the door, Chas, his hands on her hips, breathed in her ear, “I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock.”

“I’m not sure about this,” she said, trying to twist out of his grip.

“I am.” His tongue licked her earlobe. “Wear something sexy.” He patted her ass then swaggered out of her office.

Addie had known he was bad news the minute she’d first seen him. Allowing him into her guarded life was her first mistake. Kissing him was her second, because she was most certainly addicted, and like any addict, she craved more of him—her drug. Scared to death of having her heart broken, she knew she should stop this before it was too late. She suspected Chas was only out to have some fun, but she was falling for him.

Pushing thoughts of him aside, she smiled at her small students, sat down, and opened her book.

“Who wants to read first?”

Five eager arms waved in the air.

How less complicated life is when you’re young.

“I
’ll be right
down,” her voice crackled through the speaker.

Expecting to be buzzed in, Chas leaned against the porch wall and lit up a joint. He couldn’t figure Addie out—she ran hot and cold. Earlier, in her office, her kisses burned through his body, and she rubbed her pussy against him like a cat in heat. It was fucking hot, and if Jack hadn’t knocked on the door, he would’ve spun her around, bent her over, and rammed his hard cock in her while he pulled down on her nipples.

Adjusting his jeans, he shook his head. A few hours later, and she put a breakwater between them. She was fucking overthinking this thing they had—whatever that was—and no way was he buying into it. A woman who kissed and touched the way she did, was one yearning for his touch
and
his dick to be snug inside her. He’d humor her and wait for her to come down, but when they came back after dinner, there was no way he’d kiss her on the porch like a teenager. He was going to give her what they’d both been wanting since they laid eyes on each other, when miniature jolts of electricity had coursed between them. That night, he was going to crash against her, breaking down her wall.

Through the glass door, he watched her come down the carpeted steps, the lobby lights bathing her in an amber glow. Chas couldn’t believe how beautiful Addie looked in her tight jeans and cap-sleeved black top. The keyhole cut-out on her top showed enough of a glimpse of her creamy cleavage to drive a man wild. How he wanted to put his tongue through the keyhole and lick the tops of her ample breasts. His cock twitched just picturing it.

When she stepped onto the porch, the scent of cinnamon sugar cookies drifted around him; she smelled innocent and homey, with a touch of nasty. Snatching her against him, his mouth claimed hers, his tongue dipping in while hers stroked it. Pressing closer to him, she moaned as he swept his hands over her body. When his dick strained painfully against his zipper, he pulled back. Addie’s heated gaze held tinges of surprise.

“I want to keep kissing your hot mouth, precious, but if I do, then I’m gonna have to bend you over the bannister and fuck your pussy,” he said in a hoarse voice. “And I’m guessing you’re tingling and wet. Am I right?” Gazing deeply into her wide eyes, his fingers brushed the curve of her breasts.

Rosy streaks crept across her cheeks as she swallowed. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her pert nose, a deep chuckle rising from his chest. “You’re so damn tempting. I can’t wait to taste you all over.” Hunger laced the amusement in his ebony eyes.

The flushed streaks turned a cherry red, and she avoided his intense look, focusing on his Harley parked next to the curb.

Laughing, he hugged her tightly, smacked her ass, then breathed in her ear, “We better get going, precious. My gentleman side is about gone.”

Addie nodded. They walked to his Harley, their fingers threaded together.

With an ear-shattering roar, Chas and Addie sped down the street.

They hightailed it through neighborhoods of brick bungalows, pumpkins and scarecrow displays decorating the front yards. Soon, the lights faded and Ghost Pass rose ahead.

A soft glow from the autumn moon stretched across the darkened road and through bare trees, like long, shining fingers. The stars, like luminous pinpricks of glinting silver, stippled the night sky. The riders twisted their way around the mountain pass. Edging close to the rim, darkness spilling down the mountainside, Addie’s hands clung to Chas, her body trembling. The precarious road was a narrow one, snaking up and around in hairpin fashion until it leveled out at the top. The pass was a favorite route for bikers and the unwary tourist during the summer and fall, but during the winter months, it was impassable.

At the top of the pass sat a large roadhouse. The strings of lights around the parking lot twinkled and bounced off the chrome of many motorcycles. Cutting the engine, Chas helped Addie off.

“There’re a lot of bikes here,” she said breathlessly, the fear of the ride still speckled on her face.

“This is a biker restaurant and bar. The ride can be a bitch, but the burgers and barbecue are fuckin’ worth it.” He hooked his arm around her waist, drawing her next to him. “You weren’t too scared, were you?”

“Sorta. Is there another way up here?”

Laughing, Chas bent down and kissed her neck. “Yeah. We’ll take the citizens’ way home. Come on. I need a beer.”

“After that ride, I need a brandy.” Her soft laughter, like the tinkle of bells, embraced him.

The restaurant’s sounds wafted out the door, beckoning people inside. As Chas and Addie stepped inside, the full force of the noise hit them straight-on: glasses clinking, dishes clattering, music blaring, and bikers talking loudly. The place bustled with people, and waitresses—balancing trays of beer mugs and food—wound their way around the crowd. The tantalizing aroma of fresh onions rings, grilled burgers, and hickory-smoked meats wafted through the roadhouse.

The lively ambience wrapped around them as Chas, holding Addie’s hand, guided her through the throngs of diners to a large outside patio. Heat lamps were strategically placed, warming the customers.

“It’s crazy crowded in here,” Addie noted, as she sat down. “It smells so good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled the barbecue sauce.”

“The barbecue is fuckin’ awesome. They do all their own smoking.” Chas sat on a chair next to her. “I thought it would be quieter on the patio. You’re not cold, are you?”

Shaking her head, she said, “No. I like it out here. I think it would be too stuffy inside with all those people.”

The patio had colored lanterns strung under the eaves. They swayed in the wind, casting colored shadows on the bushes below. The hard rock music, vibrating the outside speakers, was more muted than inside, and the steady chatter on the patio did not match the raucous voices inside the bar.

A young waitress dressed in a micro-mini skirt and white shirt, which hugged her large breasts, smiled at Chas and said, “Hiya, Chas. It’s been a while. How’ve you been?” Her brown eyes brimmed with desire, and she shifted closer to him so her thigh touched his arm.