Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (24 page)

Chas didn’t think Addie had heard him, she’d taken so long to answer.

“We had oak trees, not pine. And I guess I never thought about it when I was growing up.” She placed both feet in the lake. “Oh, it’s chilly.”

Chas frowned. Something wasn’t right here. She almost acted like she wasn’t from the state, but why would she lie about that? And the whole cabin thing? He just wasn’t buying that she forgot. Hearing her exclamations about the cold, he focused on her pretty ass and the way it moved as her hips swayed. Under the sunlight, her hair shone as if on fire, and it cascaded down her back to right above her ass.
Fuckin’ gorgeous.

Addie, immersed in the lake up to her waist, splashed water around her. Waving at Chas, she said, “Come on. What are you waiting for?” She cupped the crystal-clear water in her hands and threw it out, making tiny drops ping and ripple the surface.

Smiling, Chas said, “Nothing.” He ambled toward the lake. “I was admiring your sexiness.”

Before Addie could reply, Chas had her snug in his arms as the water lapped around their bodies. The lake, at first cold, turned warmer around them as their heated bodies came together.

Smiling shyly, she dipped her head and kissed him at the base of his throat. His hands held her hips gently. Catching her gaze, he brushed his lips over her cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, precious.”

That sexy and innocent streak of color accented her cheeks as she circled her arms around his waist, drawing his hard stomach closer to her. She rubbed her nose against his neck and murmured, “You’re spoiling me with all your compliments.”

“I
want
to spoil you, as long as I’m the only one spoiling you.” His hand reached up, cupped her chin, and tipped her face up to look in to his. “Am I?”

Chewing the side of her bottom lip, she nodded then breathed in his ear, “Of course you are.”

As her warm breath skimmed across his skin, his steel cock pressed against her belly as he ground his hips. “Good, and keep it that way.”

Addie’s sugared cinnamon scent mixed with the musk of his body, making his passion grow feral in its intensity. After caressing her shoulders, his hands moved down, cupping her heavy breasts. Leaning down, he took a beaded nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily while he played with her other tit. Arching her back, her ripe tits pressed tighter against his face. Sucking, licking, and biting them, he relished the feel and taste as if they were juicy peaches. Her fingers threaded through his hair, scratching his scalp in rhythm to his sucking.

“Fuck, babe, I can’t get enough of your tits. Love the way your nipples are so goddamned hard. Fuckin’ turns me on.”

Each time he sucked deeply and pulled away, a
pop
would sound along with Addie’s moans. She glided her hand over his chiseled chest and tight stomach until she secured his rigid cock.

In a low voice, she said, “And I love the way your dick is so hard. Just picturing it in my mouth and in me makes me drool.” She licked his shoulder.

As she clasped her hand around his hardness and pumped him, he breathed erratically on her tits. “You like what I’m doing to you?” she whispered as she picked up the pace.

Growling, Chas released her breasts and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply as their tongues lashed and battled.

“You’re killin’ me, precious,” Chas said when he broke away from her puffy lips.

Inching down her curves, he ran his hands over Addie’s ass, pinching it before his fingers found her sweet nub. Spreading her soft lips, he gently flicked his thumb over it while he continued caressing her ass cheek.

She moaned, and then without warning, he spun her around and leaned her back tightly against him, his hard rod touching her back. Starting with her neck, he slowly ran his hand over her body, lingering on her tits for a few minutes, then moving past her stomach, hips, and thighs until he reached her pussy. With the palm of his hand, he ground against it then let his thumb slip between her rosy folds to stroke her sensitive spot.

Her moans reverberated in his ears, and he shoved two fingers inside her sweetness. “You like it?” he whispered as she groaned and bucked under his grasp.

As he finger-fucked her, she arched her back, and his other hand grabbed her tit, pinching her nipple while his tongue caressed her neck.

“Oh, Chas, it feels so good.” Addie’s face contorted with the building tension. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Chas, please,” Addie panted, as her neck and face flushed with desire.

Seeing her react to the pleasure and sweet torment he was giving and hearing her beg were a huge turn-on for Chas. “I love seeing you like this,” he told her in a husky voice.

“I want to come with you inside me,” she said breathlessly.

“I want that, too, precious. I want your juices all over my cock, and your tight cunt clenching me until you’ve milked every drop outta me.” He tweaked her nipple hard.

“Then do it. Now.”

“The condom is in my pocket on the shore, and baby, there’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna make it back to get it. I’m ready to explode—you’re such a hot piece of ass.”

Gasping, Addie croaked, “I’m on the pill. Are you clean? I mean, you’ve been with so many women.”

“I may be horny, but I’m not stupid.” He kissed her. “I’m clean. You good, too?”

“Yes. I’ve only had one sex partner, and it’s been two years since then.”

Surprise lit Chas’s eyes.
Really? She fucks like she’s been around. Who the fuck was the one who popped her cherry? I gotta ask her ’bout it, but not now. Fuck, I’m horny and harder than a goddamned rock.

“Are we doing this or not?” Her voice had an undertone of annoyance.

Chuckling softly, Chas slowed his finger-fucking. “You’ve turned into a demanding little slut, haven’t you?”

“I love being a slut for you.”

Her answer went right to his cock like a flaming torch. Whipping her around, he crushed Addie against him, kissing her passionately. Wrapping her legs around him, he grabbed her ass to steady her then plunged in, grunting as he pushed in deeper. The buoyancy of the water supported Addie as Chas thrust in and out of her, his eyes never leaving hers. As they moved, the ripples slapped and splashed against them.

Addie’s nails were like rakes going down his back, and he swore she’d draw blood before they both came. Pushing in further and harder, Chas kissed Addie as their bodies melded into one, their groans and grunts bounced off the alcove’s carved rock walls. Her tremors shook against him as he saw her eyes close and her head fall back. The buildup in his cock was intense, and as Addie tightened, her fingers clutched him and his legs stiffened.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel your hot come all over my cock,” he rasped.

In a ragged voice, she yelled, “Chas!” as her body shuddered and convulsed against his.

“Fuck!” His voice was savage and strained as her clenching muscles sent him over the top, and he filled her with his seed.

Hugging firmly, they held each other as the water slowly returned to its placid nature. Chas ran his nose down the side of her face, and she turned toward him, planting a wet kiss on his lips. Pressing her close to him, he looked up at the blue sky, his insides a knot of emotions he had pushed down years before.

I’m crazy about my spitfire, but I’m fuckin’ pissed that I am. What the fuck’s going on with me? I can’t go where this wants to go. Fuck.

Pushing Addie away, Chas said, “We better head back.”

Tilting her head to one side, she eyed him with pursed lips then nodded.

Walking ahead, she followed him. When they reached the shore, Chas slipped on his boxers then his clothes, his back to Addie.

“Is something wrong?” she asked as she zipped up her jeans.

“Nope. It’s just getting late and we should head back.”

When her arms wrapped around his waist, he stiffened. Her feather-light kiss on his neck slayed him.

“Are you sure everything is okay? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice caught.

I’m being a fuckin’ idiot. I’m blaming her because I’m pissed at myself for not seeing her as just another fuck. Damn!

Turning around, Chas saw the confusion and hurt in her eyes. He pulled her in to him, kissing her hair, and breathing in the lake’s scent mixed with her perfume. “You didn’t do anything wrong, precious. You’re everything that’s right. I’m just being a sonofabitch.” He clasped her harder. “After we get cleaned up, I’m taking you to the best steakhouse in the area. I feel like dancing, so we’ll do that, too. Does that sound good, babe?”

“Yes. I love spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you, too, precious.”

And that’s the fuckin’ problem. I can’t bring her into my crazy-ass, outlaw world. She deserves better. I can’t have this complication in my life. We’ll have a kickass time tonight, but when we get back to Pinewood Springs, I’m gonna have to set her free.

“Hop on, babe. Let’s make the time we have fuckin’ rock.”

Smiling, Addie jumped on and snuggled close to Chas as he rode the Harley toward the inn, while hardness rested on his face and sadness crept into his dark eyes.

“J
ust place the
order for the new reference materials, and stop arguing with me about it. Dammit!” Addie slammed the desk drawer shut as she yelled at the county clerk. Heat rushed through her body, and she rolled her eyes as the clerk made yet another excuse as to why the materials Addie had ordered weeks before were not available.

I’m in no fucking mood for this.
Afraid she was two seconds from totally losing it, she cut her conversation short, and threw her phone down hard on the desk.

Why in the fuck hasn’t he called? Total prick. Asshole.

Addie knew her short temper and irritability related to the fact that she hadn’t seen nor heard from Chas since the previous week, when they’d spent a wonderful night at the inn. They’d had such a good time, or at least Addie did, and she thought Chas had, as well. He sure acted like he enjoyed being with her and that everything was going well. Then nothing. Not even a fucking text asking how she was. Men were such insensitive jerks. She should’ve listened to her reason instead of her body because most of the time, her body made poor decisions for her.

Bad boys always did her in. Even when she thought she had married a nice, decent man, he’d turned out to be a sociopath with a bad, mean streak. Did she have a sign on her reading, “Desire-driven woman loves bad boys?”
Fuck!

Chas was the worst because he’d pretended to care about her—about them. All he cared about was banging a librarian to live out some adolescent fantasy from back in the day. He’d used her, and in doing so, he’d broken her heart in a thousand pieces, the sonofabitch. She was finally beginning to trust a man again, to hope for something more permanent.
Asshole
.

The coward even had one of his club members pick Jack up for the past week. The guy was nice enough, but he bugged her because he kept giving her sly looks like he knew something about her. Jax was his name, and she remembered meeting him at the restaurant Chas had taken her to on their first date.

A dull ache stabbed her gut when she remembered her times with Chas. She’d really misread the guy.
Chalk it up to another one of life’s lessons.

Outside, the inky darkness covered the town like a blanket with only a sprinkle of stars. Smudgy illuminations of streetlights wavered like ghostly lanterns. Macabre grins flickered from the candles in the jack-o’-lanterns left out on porches and stoops.

Addie, keys in hand, made her way to the front door to lock up the library for the night. She was tired and welcomed the end of the week. When she made it home, she’d already planned to order a pizza, watch a romantic movie, and have a few glasses of much needed red wine.

As she reached for the doorknob, Snake slithered in out of nowhere, decked out in his cut, denim, and chains. The hairs on the back of Addie’s neck bristled on sight, her heart pounded, and she wanted to flee.

“I’m sorry, Jordan didn’t work today, and the library is closed.”

Snake didn’t move, but his beady, brown eyes traveled up and down her body. “I know she’s off today. I’m not here for that.”

Fidgeting with the keys in her hand, she asked the question she didn’t want to know the answer to. “So why
are
you here?”

Taking a few steps toward her, he stared her right in the eyes and said, “I came to see you,
pretty lady
.”

His gaze and voice made her feel dirty, like she had to run home and take a shower. Determined not to let him intimidate her, she willed her body to stop shuddering.

Addie speared him with a don’t-fuck-with-me look, and said, calmly but firmly, “The library is closed. You need to leave. Now. Right now.”

A crackled laugh pricked her nerves, and the area around her started to spin. “I like your spunk.” He stepped closer to her.

Addie backed up, but he continued walking toward her. Neither of them spoke, and the only audible sounds were the clack of his boots across the linoleum and Addie’s strangled breathing. Body odor, cigarettes, and gasoline assaulted her nostrils, and she instinctively placed her finger under them as if to block out some of his stench. Sniffing deeply, a wicked grin cracked Snake’s face, and Addie was certain he could smell her fear.

“I like you,” he said, as his relentless steps pushed her further back while his flat eyes stayed on her breasts.

Addie bumped against the door of the reference room, and with her hands behind her back, she grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly. Her only hope was to somehow open the door quickly, lock herself in the room, and call the police. The problem was he was so damn close to her, but she had to try—she couldn’t just stand there.

The door opened, and Addie inched back. Before she could push it open all the way, though, Snake kicked it and shoved her into the room. Falling against the bookshelves, she remembered the last time she was in this room was when Chas had kissed her. How bittersweet the memory was. Clearing her head, she cringed when she saw the lust and predatory gleam in Snake’s glance. Darting her eyes all around, she tried to figure out if there was a way she could get out of this mess. Her heart hammered against her chest, and her lungs were full like a balloon with too much air.