Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (39 page)

“The next few nights, I have Jack. I’d like for you to share the time with us at my place. I know Jack will be thrilled to have you around.”

Her lackluster eyes sprang to life as they sparkled with joy. “Yes, I’d love to. It sounds wonderful.”

Chas squeezed her close to him and placed a kiss on top of her head. “Good. I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow evening then we’ll get Jack at my parents’.”

Addie snuggled against him. “I took tomorrow off.”

“You did? Great. We can hang out. I’ll take you on a ride.”

“Sounds good.”

“You up for me ordering a pizza and salad?”

“That’d be great. I’m starving. We can watch a movie. A thriller?”

“Whatever you want, precious. I just like you next to me. After the movie, I’ll be up for your tasty pussy, again.”

She gently slapped his chest. “You’re so bad.” She giggled.

“And that’s what you love ’bout me, babe.” He winked at her when she looked up at him then lowered his head and kissed her wet and hot.

Chapter Thirty-Two

A
ddie cracked open
one eye. Her body was tingling and pulsing like livewires were attached to it. Through her sleep-bleary eye, she saw Chas’s head moving below her. Moaning, she shifted her position, lying on her back. As slumber turned to wakefulness, Chas’s tongue circling and licking her breasts and nipples brought dampness to her aching mound. Whenever he grasped her nipples in his mouth and sucked them, a shot of pure pleasure hit her pussy. Addie raked her fingers through his hair, and he looked up at her from under hooded lids, his tongue flicking at her hard bud.

“Did I wake you, precious?”

“Yes. You are the best alarm clock, ever.” She squirmed under him.

“Had to taste your beautiful tits before the day started. I needed my fix.” Squeezing them, he laughed and pressed them together, sweeping his tongue across them in several long, slow licks.
Oh, so good…

Chas’s hand slid down her thighs and pushed them open before he buried his fingers within her pink, wet folds.
Even better…
Each time he stroked her with his fingertips, the coil curled tighter in her pussy until his mouth gently sucked her clit. It had only taken one movement from his delicious tongue and mouth on her clit to make her shatter into a million tiny specks of pleasure. Chas knew exactly how to touch her, how to bring her over the edge every time. Addie could never get enough of him. Never. When she was with him, all the bullshit in her life didn’t seem to matter. The only thing that was important was the two of them and Jack. It was almost like nothing else existed, but it did, and thinking of Ian’s calm, threatening voice punctured her veil of bliss.

Moving her hand down Chas’s body, Addie grabbed hold of his stiff length. Wrapping her hand around it, she pumped it up and down.

Breathing heavily, Chas pulled her hand away. “Babe, I don’t have time for that. You can play with my dick later. I have church then we’ll take off for a nice ride, okay?” He kissed her forehead while he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

Pretending to be mad, she pouted until he sucked her bottom lip in his mouth. Breaking away, he said, “We’ll have a good time later, babe. Get yourself ready, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

Lying on her side, Addie stared at his firm, taut ass as he sauntered to the bathroom to take a shower. She could watch his gorgeous physique all day. She sighed, and butterflies swirled around in her stomach as she pictured how wonderful the day was going to be.
I love spending time with Chas.

By the time he came out of her bedroom, showered and dressed, Addie had breakfast on the table. Chas grinned. “I could get used to this.”

She smiled and poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. “How do you want your eggs?”

Shaking his head, Chas downed his orange juice, stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth, and sipped on his piping-hot coffee. “Don’t have time for all that, but thanks anyway. Gotta get to the clubhouse like five minutes ago.”

Addie’s shoulders slumped. “You can’t even have one egg?”

Standing next to her, he pulled her into his arm and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back soon. Be ready when I get here so we can leave right away. Bring a jacket with you, the air this time of year is cold when you’re on a bike. Later, babe.”

The door closed with a click, and he was gone. Addie dashed over to the French doors and peeked out. The rumble of the Harley’s engine made her windows vibrate. Chas looked so hot and sexy sitting on his bike, his powerful legs clasped around its body. Addie still couldn’t believe she had such a hot man in her life.

She watched him until the street swallowed him up. Whenever he was gone, she felt so alone, which she knew was ridiculous because she’d lived alone for the past two years and did just fine. But Chas had eased himself into her life, and she found him intoxicating; when he wasn’t there, she craved him. In the beginning, Chas was the sexy bad boy she’d fantasized about, but as she became a part of his and Jack’s life, he was the man she had fallen hopelessly in love with.

Ian’s cold, stern face was the black cloud in her new life. Why couldn’t he have stayed away? It figured he’d do business with the likes of Snake and his club. If Snake were an example of the type of men in the Deadly Demons MC, she didn’t want to meet the others. Maybe Ian
had
moved on. After all, she hadn’t heard anything from him for at least a couple of weeks.
I’m sure he realized we didn’t fit together anymore, and he was getting bored of the whole thing.
Even as Addie entertained the thought that Ian had moved on, she knew deep inside, where the dull knot of dread had throbbed ever since she’d learned of Ian’s presence in Pinewood Springs, that he’d never let her go. Ian would never simply walk away. Ian never forgot.

After Addie finished dressing and cleaning up the kitchen, she heard the buzzer on her intercom go off. She knew it was Chas because she had heard the cams on his Harley loud and clear. Addie couldn’t wait to join him on the back of his bike. The ride was exhilarating, and she understood how bikers were hooked on the ride and the feel of freedom it brought.

“I’m coming,” Addie said over the intercom. Grabbing her purse and leather jacket, she locked her door and rushed down the stairs.

“You look beautiful,” Chas told her, his eyes raking over her tight black sweater and form-fitting black jeans.

“I need to keep you, compliments and all.” Addie kissed his cheek. “How did your meeting go?”

“It’s called church. You gotta get the hang of the lingo if you’re gonna be a biker chick. It went fine. Ready to roll?”

Smiling, Addie nodded and followed him to his bike as he led her, holding her hand in his.

Once Addie was comfortably on the bike, Chas’s switched on the ignition, revved the engine, and took off.

The ride around the back roads displayed the end of autumn and the beginning of winter with the bare-branched elm trees and the touch of shimmering frost clinging to the pine trees’ needles. The mountain peaks, once awash with splashes of gold, red, and orange, were pristine and white. The tepid autumn afternoons began to retreat while the frigid chill of winter began its march. One of the last remnants of fall was the clear sky—a perfect, uninterrupted blue.

The chilly wind painted Addie’s face a rosy red while her teeth chattered and her body shivered. Pressing closer to Chas, the warmth of his body heated hers, and she nuzzled her head against his back as she watched the passing landscape.

Shortly after, Chas turned down a narrow road, a gushing stream on one side and a forest of blue spruce evergreens on the other. He turned off the engine and the bike rolled for another several feet before it came to a stop. Chas helped Addie off the Harley and led her to the banks of the stream, their boots crunching over the fallen pine needles. The rushing water filled the space around them, and the water sprayed a light mist over them as it crashed then flowed over the boulders rising out of it.

“It’s so beautiful and peaceful here,” Addie said as she surveyed the area.

“I love this place. My grandpa used to take me here when I was a kid. In the spring and summer, we’d come here to fish for Rainbow trout. We’d catch a ton of them, and my grandma would clean them up, dust them with flour and fry them. You’ve never had trout until you’ve eaten it like that, fresh outta the stream.”

A warm glow spread throughout Addie as Chas gave her a glimpse of his past. She grasped his hand, kissed it, and said, “It sounds so good. I bet you were a cute boy. Probably ornery as all hell, but cute.”

Cocking his head, he gazed at her. “You been talking to my mom?”

She laughed and embraced him. Riding on the Harley and being with him in this lovely, peaceful place made her feel like she soared high above the heartaches of life. Holding each other at that moment, it was as though they were the only people on Earth. She looked all around her, memorizing how everything looked and felt, wishing their time together could be paused indefinitely.

“You like it here, precious?”

“I love it. It’s so quiet. Being here, surrounded by all this natural beauty, humbles me.” Her eyes started to mist.
I’m going to cry now. No, don’t do that. What’s up with me lately? I cry at the drop of a hat. But I’m so happy right now.
“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever shared this with. Hell, you’re the only woman I’ve told anything to about my past. It’s comfortable talking with you. I really enjoy our conversations.”

Addie pulled Chas down and gave him a passionate kiss. She wanted to tell him how happy he made her by sharing something of himself with her, but she was afraid she’d burst into tears. She knew how uncomfortable that made men, and she could only imagine how it would make Chas—a rough, outlaw biker—feel.

When she pulled back, Chas’s hungry eyes met hers. He twisted a strand of her hair around his fingers. “Baby, I enjoyed
that
.” Cradling her against him, he lifted her chin and kissed her.

Addie’s stomach somersaulted and pleasure shots ricocheted up and down her spine. This man who scared the hell out of her just a few months before now rocked her world. All she wanted was to be a part of his life forever, but she was so afraid of what Ian would do. Ian knew about Chas, and that put him and Jack in imminent danger. Chas had no idea how cold and calculating a killer her husband was. He was used to guys like Snake, but Ian was no Snake; he was a meticulous professional who never failed at his task. Addie shuddered.

“You cold, babe?” Chas held her tighter.

“It is cold. Winter is just beginning.” Addie breathed in Chas’s familiar scent, willing herself to always remember what he smelled like.

She knew if the choice came down to going with Ian or having him kill Chas, she’d leave with Ian. She could never jeopardize the only man she’d ever loved. She couldn’t.
Damn, again with the tears. What the fuck? Ian is making me an emotional wreck.

“Let’s go get some lunch in Pine Valley. Your eyes are watering from the cold. I don’t want you getting sick or something,” Chas said as he nuzzled her neck.

“Sounds good. My feet are going a bit numb.”

As they rode to Pine Valley, Addie wished Ian were gone—not dead, but gone and out of her life. A single shiver ran through her, peppering her skin with goosebumps. Would Chas kill Ian? The previous night, he’d sounded like he was planning to do away with Ian. If he did, how would she feel about it? She wondered if Chas would even tell her.

Thinking of Chas and Jack always made her feel so warm and fuzzy. She loved Jack dearly. Addie had always wanted children but during her marriage, she hadn’t been able to conceive. Of course, Ian had made sure to let her know how much of a failure she was as a woman and as a wife. A wave of nausea consumed her, and she thought she was going to throw up. She couldn’t go back to him. She was a different woman from the scared, needy wife Ian knew. The stronger Addie could never tolerate all the verbal and emotional abuse Ian had dished out, and knowing he made his living with blood money sickened her. The thought of his hands on her body and his penis inside her repulsed her. She’d rather escape during the cover of night than go back with him. She didn’t want Chas hurt, so her only alternative was to pack up and leave.

Leaning over on the bike, she dry-retched. Chas turned around, concern written all over his face. “You okay?” he yelled.

She nodded and buried her head in his back, inhaling the smell of leather. The soft material stroked her as Chas entered Pine Valley. Dropping down his kickstand, he dismounted then held her face in his hands.

“You’re white as a sheet. You sick?” he asked, his forehead creasing.

“A little. I need some water.” She placed her hands over his.

“I know a small restaurant. Let’s go.”

A wave of heat bathed the couple as they entered the diner. It was during the lunch hour and nearly all the tables were taken. Addie clung to Chas’s arm, fearing she’d pass out. The hostess, dressed in a starched white uniform with navy blue piping, greeted them, her pink, glossy lips curling in a big smile. “There’re two of ya?”

Chas nodded. Addie put her hand over her mouth.

“Follow me.”

She led them to a small table by the window in the corner of the place. Addie—grateful for the chair so she didn’t embarrass herself by slamming down on the linoleum floor—sank down and took her jacket off. A cool sweat ran down her neck.

“What’s wrong?” Chas asked as he took her hands and massaged them.

Breathing in and out for a minute, Addie said, “I don’t know, but for a while there, I felt really sick, like I was going to pass out. I’m starting to feel better now.”
It’s that damn Ian. He’s got me so stressed and twisted in knots. Fuck him.

Addie gulped the water the waitress put on the table. After several glasses and many deep breaths, Addie began to feel much better.

“Your color’s coming back,” Chas said.

“I feel fine now. How strange.” She smiled at him then looked around the restaurant.

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