Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (2 page)

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The reception was
in one of the large ballrooms at the Excelsior Hotel on 15th Street. Through the large windows, the skyscrapers looked as if they could touch the clouds. The lights of the surrounding buildings winked and sparkled as night descended.

Large, round tables dotted the ballroom, and silver and blue crepe paper streamed down from the chandeliers. Large, tissue wedding bells dangled from the ceiling, and a large paper-flower backdrop covered the wall behind the wedding party table.

“May I help you, sir?” a woman dressed in black pants and a starched white shirt asked him.

“Trying to find my table,” Axe replied.

The waitperson searched the guest list and directed Axe to table number eight. Looking around, he spotted the bar on the other side of the room and made his way over to grab a beer. A group of three women in their early twenties giggled and raked their gazes over his muscular body. His normal attire of blue jeans, black t-shirt, and his Insurgents’ leather cut had been replaced by dress clothes: white dress shirt molded over his ripped chest and sculpted biceps, and black pants fitting snug across his firm ass and bulge.

Axe checked out the women openly; they were dressed in silk and satin cocktail dresses. They all had the same hairstyle, were blondes, and teetered on very high heels. One of the women, the one with the cherry-red strapless dress, had nice tits, but he wasn’t interested. He was looking for a woman in a celery-green dress.

Knowing the women were going to approach him, he threw them a charming smile, winked at them, and headed back toward his table. The high-pitched giggling from the group grated on his nerves.

As he walked, he saw Mrs. Keary scrambling toward him. Pretending not to see her, he changed his direction, but his friend’s mother caught up to him, clutching his arm with her bony hand.

“Hello, Michael. It’s been a long time.” She moved her eyes up and down his body, lingering a little too long on his crotch. “You’re looking good. You’re all grown up now, aren’t you?”

“Hey.”

“When was the last time I saw you?”

Axe shrugged.

“It was right before you and your mother moved from Evergreen Lane. How old were you? About fifteen?”

“Sounds ‘bout right.”

“How is your mother doing?”

Axe didn’t want to answer any more questions, especially about his self-absorbed mom. All she ever cared about was finding a man. If she could keep one, Axe would be shocked. It was like his mom fed off male attention. After his dad had ditched the family when he was nine years old, Axe had been taking care of his mom and fending for himself. Strung out on prescription drugs most days, and lamenting over her sad life, she didn’t have the time or energy to include her son.

“Fine.” Axe yanked his arm from Mrs. Keary’s grip. “Gotta go.”

“Promise me you’re going to dance with me. Just one dance.” She batted her cheap, false eyelashes.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can show you. It’d be for old times’ sake, you know?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re not being very friendly. You’re hurting my feelings.”

Axe narrowed his dark eyes. “That’s too bad, but I don’t give a fuck.” He smiled thinly when her eyes widened in surprise. “See ya.” He turned around and went in search of his table.

Before he reached table eight, he heard the ringing of the dinner bell telling the guests to take their seats. Axe plopped down on his chair at the table for ten and stared at the tissue paper flowers and bells in the centerpiece. A basket of rolls, small packets of butter, and two silver gravy bowls containing salad dressing were on the table. Not giving a damn whether it was proper or not, Axe grabbed a roll, buttered it, and took a large bite out of it. As he chewed, his table filled up. People introduced themselves to him, and he cursed Derek for making him a part of this hokey shit.

The wait staff placed plates of mixed greens in front of the guests, and Axe drenched his salad in creamy Italian dressing. As he placed a forkful in his mouth,
she
slipped in the empty chair across from him. Seeing
her
in front of him in all her beauty and ripeness took Axe by surprise. His throat tightened, making him cough.

“Are you all right?” one of the guests at his table asked.

Nodding, he tried to stop choking.
I must look like a fuckin’ idiot with watering eyes and red face.

After gulping down some water, his throat finally stopped seizing, and he looked at her from under hooded lids. Her gaze met his as he took in her beautiful hazel eyes. For a few seconds, he gaped, losing himself in her stare and feeling like a fucking teenager. She smiled at him—perfect white teeth with a tiny glimpse of pink tongue. How he wanted that tongue on his body, her Cupid’s bow lips fitting perfectly around his cock.

“Hi,” she said in a smoky voice.

Fuck!
“Hey,” he replied, still unable to take his eyes off her.

“It was a nice ceremony, don’t you think?” She brought her wine glass to her lips and took a sip.

Not as nice as the image of your lips parted open and moaning as I lick your pussy.
“Yeah. It was cool.” Axe continued to hold her gaze until she shifted her eyes to the centerpiece, a light red blush staining her cheeks.

“Who do you know? The groom or the bride?”

Axe threw her a half-smile. “Groom. You?”

“Bride.” Her laughter was sultry, even though he could tell she was nervous by the way she kept smoothing down the tablecloth.

“You’re very pretty.” His eyes moved to her mouth, then slowly made their way down to her peek of cleavage.

“Oh. Thanks.” The woman turned to the older gentlemen beside her. “Can you please pass the pepper?”

Before the man could react, Axe stood up, leaned across the table, and handed her the pepper shaker, his hand touching hers. A spark lit and blazed through him, and he raised his eyebrows as she gasped, staring boldly into his dark gaze.
Fuck me. What was that?

“Thanks,” she mumbled, then averted her eyes, breaking the intensity of the moment.

“No problem.” He smiled, loving the way she absentmindedly doused her salad with pepper then choked when she took a bite. Yeah, he was making her nervous. The way she bit her lower lip was sexy as fuck, and the perpetual blush on her neck and cheeks was turning him way on. Before the night was over, he’d have to have his cock in her pussy, which he bet would be wet and sweet.

Throughout the rest of dinner, they checked each other out. By the time the table was cleared, Axe sported a rock-hard dick, straining against his zipper. He was ready to grab the vixen by her hair, slam her down on the table and fuck her like a wild animal in front of all the wedding guests. Never had he experienced such an urge to bang one particular woman.

Fucking women was as much a part of Axe as breathing was. His first fuck had been in the woods behind the trailer park when he was fourteen. Sadie had a reputation for being easy, and she was three years older than Axe, but she took him by the hand one late, summer afternoon and showed him what to do to a woman. After that, he was hooked. He fucked his way through half of the girls in his high school then proceeded to do the same in community college.

Since joining the Insurgents, he’d come to love easy pussy from the club whores and hoodrats whenever he was horny, which was most of the time. Axe didn’t want the drama dating involved, or the constraints of being tied down to one woman, so he fucked them and walked away. He always made sure he left the woman purring, though, and he’d never had any complaints.

The woman who made his dick throb intrigued him. She wasn’t like the club whores or hoodrats. Something about the way her body was covered up by her sexy dress made him hornier than he’d been in a long time.

The music started, bringing Axe out of his daydreaming. He hated dancing, but he’d make an exception and ask her—at least he’d be able to hold her. Before he could scoot his chair back, however, a lanky man in his early thirties approached her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, placing a small hand on his. Axe growled.
What a flirty bitch. She checks me out all through dinner, and now she’s making a play for this nerd? Fuck that.

She stood up, and the wedding guest led her out to the dance floor. She was tall, her four-inch heels adding even more height. Axe wanted to feel her heels digging into his ass as he banged her hard against the wall. Why didn’t he forget about her and pick another woman? Several had been giving him the once-over, and he still had the giggling threesome from earlier in the evening. Axe liked fucking two and three women at once, and he knew the airheads would be more than willing, but he wasn’t interested. All he wanted was to screw the woman who moved so seductively on the dance floor.

He watched as they danced. The nerdy guy kept trying to look down her dress, and the way he pressed her in to him told Axe that he wanted to feel her tits against him. Axe couldn’t blame him for wanting that, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. The jerk’s dick was probably semi-hard. And why was she allowing him to hold her like that?
Fuck, she’s so close to this guy, they’d need a crowbar to pry them apart.
Axe was going to stop it. Immediately. He sauntered over, making a bee line for the couple.

“I’m cutting in,” Axe stated, his eyes focused on her mouth.

“Well, I—” the man began, then stopped when Axe’s death stare froze him. Her dance partner dropped her hand and backed up, allowing Axe to take over.

Her hand was silky, and he curled his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him until her tits were pressed against
his
hard chest.

“Are you always this pushy?” she asked in a soft, lilting voice which skimmed over him, hitting him right in his cock.

“Only when I want something.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you want?”

“You.”

The woman’s lips parted, and Axe wanted to slip his tongue inside her warm mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. We can play it like you don’t know what I’m talking about and I’ll keep feeding you lines, or we can be honest. I want you, and you want me.” Axe placed his fingers against her lips. “Don’t deny it. You’ve been eye-fucking me since you sat down at the table.”

She gasped. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

Axe leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I don’t know, but I’m aiming to find out.” When he took her earlobe gently between his teeth for a second, he felt her shiver.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be screaming and begging me for more after I’m finished with you.”

The woman cocked her head, scrutinizing his face. It was as if she were battling with some internal voice. Axe knew she was intrigued, but she was fighting with her goody-two-shoes persona. He hoped like hell her naughty girl beat the shit out of the good girl so he could have some fun.

“I don’t do this sort of thing,” she said softly against his ear, her breath tickling his neck. She was too sexy.

“I’m not judging you, sweetheart.”

“If—and I’m not sure I’m going to do this—but
if
I decide to throw caution to the wind, this will be a one-night stand only. No names, no phone numbers, no personal information at all. Okay?”

Axe kissed her neck, murmuring, “You’re my kind of woman. Nothing but a good time. No strings attached. I’m totally on board.”

“I’ve got a room in the hotel.”

“What’re we waiting for?”

“Shouldn’t we stay until they cut the cake?”

“I’m sure we can find something to eat besides cake.” He winked at her, and she blushed. It had been a long time since he’d made a woman blush.
This is gonna be more fun than I thought.

Discreetly, they walked out of the ballroom and entered the elevator. When the shiny brass doors closed, Axe crushed his lips against hers, pulling her close while he squeezed her ass. Stiff at first, she eventually relaxed and opened her mouth, his tongue diving in. During the entire elevator ride to the twentieth floor, they groped, panted, and kissed until the bell dinged and the doors opened.

“I’m in room 2032,” she said between breaths as Axe continued to kiss her.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

A
s Baylee inserted
her key card, her thoughts spun out of control.
What the hell am I doing? I don’t even know this guy, and I’m taking him up to my room for a one-night stand. Am I nuts?

The door swung open, and a nicely decorated room greeted them. The king-sized bed looked like a beacon guiding the lovers to it. Baylee knew she was beyond insane; in all her years, she’d never done anything like a one-night stand before. Yes, she’d been going through a dry spell because her career was so demanding, but the last thing she wanted was the complication of a relationship. Before she came to the wedding, she’d told herself that if she found someone interesting she’d have a no-strings attached liaison for one night. But
telling
herself and
doing
it were two different things. She didn’t think she’d go through with it.