Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (6 page)

He never figured a librarian would stir his blood as much as she did, and he had no business being with a refined woman like her. Chas was a working man, rough around the edges. He worked hard, drank harder, and played the hardest, and he had no intention of having a woman tell him otherwise. The whole wanting-his-dick-in-her-pussy attraction surprised him. Truth be told, he loved trashy women who wore Daisy Dukes, showed their ass, and had their big tits spilling out over too-tight tops. That package was what had attracted him to Brianna when he was nineteen years old. She was a classic biker chick, and he fell for her in a big way. On the weekends, he loved the hoodrats who hung around the clubhouse, eager for biker cock. No, he had no business even thinking about fucking prim-and-proper Ms. O’Leary.

But Chas wanted to fuck her more than he ever wanted to fuck any bitch. Thinking about her right then, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was when he saw her in her silk blouse and tight skirt. With only a tiny hint of cleavage, the way her blouse draped around her big tits made him more excited than he’d been for the previous two weeks looking at all the half-naked women who roamed the club on party nights.

“How’s your bike coming along?” Axe asked as he slid onto the stool next to Chas.

“Pretty sweet. I’m hoping to finish it in time for the rally.”

“The one at Cooper Peak?”

Chas nodded, taking a pull on the beer the prospect placed in front of him.

“Fuck, that’s coming up soon.”

“No shit. Guess I’ll be busy for a while,” Chas said.

Throttle and Jax came over to the bar, beer bottles in hand.

“How’s it going?” Jax asked as he grabbed a hand full of peanuts from the bowl the prospect set on the bar. “Haven’t seen you around. You sniffing ’round a bitch, or somethin’?”

“Fuck, no. I’ve been busy with Jack. He’s getting some extra help after school, and I gotta take him and pick him up because Brianna’s being a fuckin’ bitch about it.”

“She was in here the other day, and I know you aren’t good with her anymore, but fuck, did she look hot in her skinny jeans and tight-as-hell top,” Throttle said while gazing at Lola and Rosie, two club whores who had just entered the great room.

“You can have her, gladly. What a fuckin’ mistake the whole marriage thing was. The only good thing to come out of those six years of hell was Jack. Brianna is a grade-A bitch and slut.” Chas took another long draw from his beer bottle.

“That’s why you don’t get married. It’s all kinds of complicated when you do shit like that. Have a bitch around, and when you’re tired of her pussy, you get another one. Easy, no drama, no promises, no fuckin’ bullshit,” Throttle responded as he continued to stare at Lola and Rosie, who were talking at one of the tables near the bar.

“An easy life until you meet someone and she grabs your cock and heart before you even fuckin’ know what hit you. That’s how it was with Cherri. Once I laid eyes on her, I knew no other woman would do,” Jax said.

“And you had to go through a shitload of drama and grief,” Throttle countered as he watched Axe walking toward the women.

“Totally worth it, brother. Totally,” Jax told him between chomping on another handful of peanuts.

“I’m with Throttle on this. The shit I put up with Brianna makes me never want to get married again. There’s a lot to be said for trashy, easy women.” Chas motioned the prospect to bring him another beer.

“Brianna wasn’t the right one. You only married her ’cause you knocked her up. It’s all kinds of different when you
want
to be with someone,” Jax explained.

“Just not the life for me. I like a variety of pussy,” Throttle said as he moved away from the bar. “I’m liking where this is going.” Throttle waved his hand toward Lola and Rosie.

Chas and Jax turned around just as Axe approached the women’s table.

“Hi, Axe,” Rosie greeted as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Squeezing her ass, Axe told her in a loud voice, “I need some fucking.”

“So do I. Do you want to do it here, or go to one of the rooms?”

Walking backward, the back of Axe’s legs hit the chair and he sat down, planting Rosie firmly on his lap. Chas, Jax, and Throttle watched as Rosie crushed her mouth against his while Axe’s hand slipped down her top and seized one of her ample breasts. Moaning, Rosie broke away, throwing her head back while she arched her back. Lola, seated at the table next to Axe, looked on, licking her lips.

In a stern voice, Axe said, “Get up on the bar.” He turned to Lola. “You, too. On the bar.”

Both women stood and went to the bar, hoisting their bodies up until they were seated on the top.

Reclining in the chair with legs stretched out in front of him, Axe said, “Undress each other and play with each other’s tits and pussy, but don’t come. Don’t fuckin’ come, or I’ll be pissed and you’ll have hell to pay. Got it?”

The women nodded in agreement. Rosie, leaning toward Lola, said, “You’ve got some big titties. I’m gonna lick and suck them. You think you’re gonna like that?” Rosie unbuttoned Lola’s tight top then unclasped her bra, freeing her large breasts. Rosie trailed her tongue from Lola’s jawline down to her boobs. Taking Lola’s nipple in her mouth, Rosie sucked on it while rubbing Lola’s denim-covered pussy. Lola moaned and squirmed as Rosie kept moving her tongue and mouth over her tits and her hand over her sex. Grabbing Rosie’s t-shirt, Lola yanked it up and Rosie’s boobs bounced as the tee came off. Lola massaged Rosie’s tits and pinched her nipples to hardness.

Axe stared as the two women licked, sucked, and fondled each other. Chas and Jax saw that Axe had pitched a tent in his jeans. Chas’s dick grew snugger against his zipper as he watched the live porn show on the bar.
Fuck, this is hot.

“Don’t you fuckin’ come,” Axe commanded as the two women panted and writhed under each other’s touches.

Unzipping his pants, his thick cock freed, Axe grabbed it at the base and moved his hand up and down. Stopping, he ordered, “You sluts get over here and suck me.”

The two naked women jumped down from the bar and came over to Axe. Rosie knelt down, grasped his cock, and ran her tongue up and down its length. Lola bent over and shoved her mouth between his parted lips, and he cupped her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples hard.

Throttle, pants unzipped, crouched down behind Rosie, spread her thighs and rubbed her pussy. Moans and pants filled the great room as some other members, who had just entered, stopped and watched the foursome fuck.

After slipping on a condom, Throttle jammed his cock into Rosie’s pussy as she continued to give Axe head. Lola, legs spread open, moaned into Axe’s mouth as he finger-fucked her pussy.

Rock, the new Sergeant-At-Arms, had come into the room when the women were playing with themselves on the bar. With a raging erection, he slid off his bar stool. Looking at Chas and Jax, he asked, “You guys gonna jump in for a piece of this?”

“Can’t. Cherri wouldn’t like it,” Jax replied.

“Fuck, it doesn’t mean shit—it’s just pussy. It’s not like with your old lady,” Rock called over his shoulder as he walked over to Throttle and Axe.

“I’ll stick with my old lady,” Jax told him then patted Chas’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and have some fun?”

Shaking his head, Chas said, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Fuck, never thought I’d hear you say that. You sure you don’t have a woman?”

Staring at the group fucking, Chas shook his head again. “Nah, just not in the mood. I gotta get going, anyway.” He drained his beer and stood up.

“Yeah, I gotta go, too. I promised Cherri and Paisley we’d go out for pizza.”

As he left, he saw Axe’s dick buried in Lola’s ass while he played with her tits. Rosie had Throttle’s cock stuffed in her mouth while he fingered-fucked a bent Lola, and Rock was banging away at Rosie’s pussy as she knelt in front of Throttle. Chas couldn’t believe he was walking away from this, but the only one he wanted to slam his cock into was the librarian, over a stack of books. She did something to him.

The door banged behind him, and the chill in the autumn wind refreshed him. He tried to get comfortable straddling his Harley with a raging hard-on. Glancing over at Jax, he laughed, realizing he had the same problem, but Jax had Cherri to take care of it, whereas he had nothing but a cold shower waiting for him.

Fuck.

G
lancing up at
the wall clock every few minutes, Addie cursed herself for counting down the hour until Jack and his dad arrived. Why did she give a shit about seeing Chas again? He was great eye candy, but she wanted to
talk
with him, and that’s what infuriated her. Having met him only twice, the fact that a million butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach was ludicrous. For all she knew, he could be a psychotic killer. The point was she didn’t know him at all, yet the thought of maybe having his lips on hers made her legs turn to jelly.
Fucking ridiculous. He probably doesn’t remember my name. Good-looking guys like him love to flirt and play games with women. I’m sure he has about two or three he’s screwing around with. He’ll probably just drop Jack off and come back to pick him up. I don’t really care.

The somersaults going on in her stomach told her otherwise, though. She hoped he
did
come in with Jack
and
remembered her name.
What the fuck?

Turning around, she saw Margaret, an older, part-time employee, picking up a stack of books. Margaret had been working at the library several years before Addie came on board, and she was the amateur town historian. The kind, elderly woman had taken a liking to Addie from the start, and Addie shared several Sunday dinners and birthday parties with Margaret and her family. She was grateful to Margaret for including her, as it helped get her out of her apartment.

“I’ll get those, Margaret. They’re too heavy for you.”

“Nonsense. They’re not any heavier than my grandkids, and I carry them just fine.”

Smiling, Addie scooped the books out of her hands anyway. “I know you can handle it, but I need you at the front desk. I’ll re-shelve these.” Balancing the stack of books against her chest, her chin baring down on the top one, Addie walked over to the Home Improvement and Garden stacks, set the books down, and started placing them where they needed to go. Grateful for the distraction, her mind focused on the placement of the returned books and not on Jack’s gorgeous father.

After she was done, Addie glanced at the clock, a look of dismay shadowing her face—only fifteen minutes had passed.
Dammit! I can’t stand here pretending I’m not waiting for him.
I have to get out of here.
Checking her pockets, she pulled out a twenty dollar bill. She walked up to the circulation desk and told Margaret, “I’m going to go across the street for an iced chai. Do you want anything?”

The white-haired woman smiled. “No, thanks, dear. I’ll make myself a nice cup of hot tea. I have my own tea bags. Go ahead, your face looks strained. Take a break and relax. Working all the time is not good for you.”

“I know. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Outside, the late afternoon sun shone over the jagged peaks of the surrounding Rocky Mountains. Falling leaves skittered across the sidewalks as a light wind weaved itself among the elm and maple trees. A strong pine scent drifted in the air from the evergreens which stood majestically along tree-lined Redleaf Ave.

Crossing the street, Addie headed to Latte and Such to grab a chai. Taking a deep breath, she reveled in the clean mountain air filling her lungs. She’d never tire of its freshness, and several times during the day she’d step out, and take big gulps of it. At night, she’d stand on her balcony and simply inhale the sweet scent of small-town living. It was like she was addicted to it. She’d never have thought of breathing anything too deeply in Chicago. The nasty smells associated with big-city living made oxygen shops and air fresheners, which released fake scents every thirty minutes, necessary. Since Addie and Ian had lived in a high-rise, she could never open a window—she lived in either air conditioning or gas heat. When she’d step outside her building, pollution from the factories and thousands of cars had surrounded her. She didn’t even realize how much she missed clean, pure air until she landed in Pinewood Springs. The residents took breathing in the awesome, natural scents for granted, but she relished it every day, never knowing breathing could be so enjoyable.

When she opened the front door of the small coffee and tea shop, the bells hanging above the door chimed. Suzy, a young lady of about eighteen, stepped out from the back and greeted Addie with a smile as she wiped down the top of the glass counter.

“Hi, Addie. How’s your day so far?”

Eyeing the freshly baked brownies on a white paper doily in the clear display case, Addie replied, “Not too bad, thanks.” Shifting her eyes up to Suzy, Addie smiled at the young lady.

Suzy had been working at the coffee house since she had started high school. Addie liked the ambitious girl, and even though they weren’t far apart in age, Addie felt like she was so much older—like she was her mother or something. Maybe it was because Addie had dealt with so much more than most people her age had.

“Iced chai, right?”

Addie nodded.

“How ’bout a brownie?” Suzy asked when Addie directed her attention back to the case. “They’re super good. Lois just baked them.”

“They smell amazing. I really shouldn’t. I’m trying to cut down a bit, you know.” Addie was sure Suzy had no clue since she was naturally lean and probably never struggled a day with her weight. Good genes, Addie supposed.

“Just out of the oven and warm. I tried one and it was gooey and so yummy.” Suzi smacked her lips as she placed the iced chai in front of Addie.

“You just talked me into it. I’ll try one. I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but what the heck, you know?”

Suzy placed the brownie on a small blue dish and handed it to Addie, who gave her the twenty dollar bill in return.

Pocketing her change, Addie decided to sit at one of the small parlor tables by the window. Breaking off a piece of the brownie, she popped it in her mouth, the melted chocolate from the chips trickling down her fingers. Taking another bite, an explosion of pure chocolate bliss captured her mouth then warmed her insides.
Oh, this is so worth every calorie and regret. Yum!