Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (3 page)

Baylee had noticed him in the church, out of the corner of her eye as his stare bored into her. His chiseled good looks stood out among the wedding guests. The way he looked at her made her stomach flutter. Later, at the reception when she’d walked up to the table, Baylee noticed it was
him
: the sexy, dark-haired man whose stormy eyes locked with hers, and she took it as a sign that her one-night stand was meant to be. Even then she didn’t think she’d have the nerve to actually go through with it. Yet lo and behold, she was now in her room with this gorgeous stranger.

From where she’d sat, she could see how ripped his chest and arms were, and she had to force herself to turn away for fear she’d start to drool. His mop of hair fell down over his forehead, and she wanted to lean over and brush away the strands. When he’d sneak glances at her, a slow throb pulsed through her center, and she’d pictured his hands and mouth stroking every inch of her body.

Then he took her in his arms on the dance floor, and she’d melted. But in her hotel room, standing before him and his rock-hard bulge, she began to have second thoughts.
Baylee, you need this. Let this hot guy fuck your brains out, get rid of all your pent-up tension, and go on with your life. An opportunity like this doesn’t come around every day.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart? Not changing your mind, are you?” Axe stood back, his dark gaze roaming up and down her body. “I bet you’re beautiful under all your clothes.”

Baylee twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, staring back at Axe. He was gorgeous and at six-foot-three, he was just the perfect size for her five-nine height. Even with her high heels, he still stood taller than she. Licking her lips, she took in his strong jaw and broad nose, which looked like it may have been broken more than one time. His full lips exposed straight, white teeth when he smiled. His face had a hard edge to it, and she was sure he’d show her a night to remember. The guy was clearly dark, dangerous, and rough around the edges. A perfect person to give her the release she craved without the fear of falling for him. She’d bet he was a dirty talker, and she hoped he was, because she loved a filthy-mouthed man. It was one of her secrets she didn’t share with anyone—not even the men she’d been involved with.

As she stood there, staring at him, he walked over and yanked her against him, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her with such ferocity it took her breath away. Her stomach was doing a samba, and she chided herself for reacting so foolishly to a stranger she’d never see again.

“You taste delicious. I have a lot of plans for your luscious lips.” Axe’s breath on her made her shiver, and she clasped her arms around his neck tightly, throwing her head back further so he could bury his tongue deeper in her mouth. “Fuck yeah, baby. I like that,” he said huskily when he broke away from her.

“I like the way you kiss me.”

“Oh, I’ll be doing a lot more than that. By the time the sun rises, you’re gonna be hoarse from all the screaming I’m gonna make you do.” Axe led her over to the bed then whirled her around and unfastened her cocktail dress.

As he slipped the dress off her, she heard him suck in his breath. “Hot-as-fuck ink job.” He kissed around her delicate branch tattoo with pink and white flowers running down her spine. Axe then moved his mouth to her neck and shoulders, bringing it back to her tattoo. Each kiss was wet, warm, and sensuous, and by the time he made it to her lower back, her dress lay on the floor, pooled around her ankles.

A low, breathy whistle tingled her skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Love your lace panties. Your ass is so sweet and soft,” he said as he grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks and squeezed them. His breath became heavier as his hands trailed up her back, landing on her rounded breasts. He cupped them firmly and she moaned, leaning against his hard chest.

“Mmm, feels good,” she whispered.

In one movement, he’d unfastened her lace bra, her breasts spilling out. Her dusky rose nipples were quickly stiffening as he pinched and pulled them while his tongue traced a scorching trail from her earlobe down past her neck, settling on her delicate shoulder. He sank his teeth into her tingling skin.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure?” Axe’s lips on her skin fed the dull throb between her legs.

“Maybe,” she panted.

“I guess you’re gonna have to find out if that’s your thing.” He licked and tenderly kissed the area he’d just bitten.

“Is it yours?” Baylee held her breath in anticipation of his reply.

“Oh, yeah, baby.”

She swallowed hard, trying to digest what he’d just told her. Baylee had always had fantasies of being tied up and having a man take charge in the bedroom. She worked in a man’s world, and had to fight twice as hard and produce two times as much as any of the men in her company, just to prove she was as good as they were. It was tiring.

Each time she hooked up with a man, she wished he’d take charge in the bedroom. But she always ended up with a sensitive man who was awkward when he tried to talk dirty, and who’d ask so many questions when she’d tell him to tie her up that by the time she was finally secured, all her desire had waned.

The dark-haired man had awakened her senses from the moment she’d laid eyes on him, had watched her with such fire and lust that all her senses were in overdrive. The way his mouth moved over her skin electrified her, and when he bit her, the pain mixed with the pleasure that followed as he caressed the soreness blew her mind.

Turning her head toward him, he possessed her mouth again, one hand tucked under her chin while the other tweaked and pulled her nipple. It was exquisite. Axe guided her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, his fingers flicking her stiff nipples causing her pussy to clench and throb like mad.

He broke contact with her only to push her down on the bed. Then he loomed over her, his hair falling down over his forehead, his dark-chocolate eyes reflecting a voracious fire. Once again, his lips seized hers, and his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on it as her arms circled his neck, drawing him closer to her. Baylee moaned as his mouth continued ravaging her while his hand glided down her body, landing on her inner thigh. She squirmed under him, twisting her legs as encouragement for his hand to explore further, to touch her pulsing, wet mound. Axe kept his hand dormant on her thigh, though, the heat from it on her skin made her crave his touch even more. Taking her knee, she rubbed it against his hand, nudging it toward her engorged sex, but he didn’t move it—not one fucking inch.

Breaking away from his mouth, she whispered, “Touch me.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing, babe?”

She turned her head away. Axe’s penetrating stare unnerved her, making her feel embarrassed. “No, I mean
really
touch me.”

A hint of a smile played on his lips. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know.” Redness spread across her cheeks.

With the tip of his warm, delicious tongue, he licked across her lips then traced over her cheeks and jawline. “Like this?” he rasped, his words vibrating against her skin.

“That feels good, but I want you to touch somewhere lower,” she said in a barely audible voice.

“Where?” His tongue flicked her earlobe sending tingles over her body.

“My pussy.” There, she’d said it. She’d said it many times in her sexual fantasies in her head, but she rarely said it aloud. The men she’d dated were not the kind who wanted a woman to say “pussy” during sex. But something about the way the handsome, dark man acted told her he’d love a woman to say it.

“Well, babe, I have plans to touch and do a lot of nasty things to your pussy, but
I
will decide when that happens.”

But you’re driving me fucking crazy!
Baylee ran her fingers down his back as he blazed a wet trail from her neck to her collarbone. She slipped her hand between her legs, needing to touch her aching mound to relieve some of the pressure. But before she could even graze her swollen lips, Axe grabbed her hand and brought it up.

“You’ll touch yourself when I tell you to. For now, I’m the only one who gets to touch your pussy. Is it aching to be touched?” His finger circled the skin around her nipples.

Nodding, Baylee squirmed again, trying to reposition herself so his thigh would hit it. No such luck; he was unmovable, his legs like steel rods. And what the hell was he doing to her chest? His finger kept coming so close to her hardened nipples, but he just missed them as he played with her breasts. Axe’s tongue scorched her skin as it traced her collarbone, and that damn hand of his teased as it rested on her inner thigh, millimeters away from her shuddering mound. Baylee’s body was in a state of agitation. It was like every nerve was a livewire, ready to short-circuit at any second.

Then he grasped her arms and put them above her head. He drew back and stared at her quivering flesh: her hardened, dusky buds, her glistening pussy, her slightly parted and trembling legs. His dark glance started from her hazel eyes then moved slowly over her body down to her feet before heading up again, lingering for a few seconds on her sex and tits. As he assessed her, she swept her look over his chiseled chest, noticing a large cobra tattoo spread over it, the evil eyes boring into her. Axe’s stomach was flat, a sprinkling of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, which clearly showed he had a raging hard-on. From the way his pants bulged, she suspected his dick was a big one, and her mouth watered from just thinking about how it would taste and feel in her mouth.

“Liking what you see?” His rough voice brought her eyes to his face. He smirked. “That’s good, ‘cause I’m lovin’ what I’m seeing.”

In one movement, he slid his belt out of its loops. “You want to be tied up, baby?”

His question went straight between her legs and she swiveled her hips, trying in vain to clench her thighs together to relieve some of the ache.

A small chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He held her wrists together and looped the belt around them. Raising her arms above her head, he secured the belt through the slats on the headboard, tying it in place. She pulled down and realized she really
was
tied up and couldn’t get undone without his help. Her body was on fire, but her mind kept screaming what a fool she was.
I’m letting a stranger tie me up. I’m helpless with a man I know nothing about. But the way he makes me feel is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

He loomed over her, his face inches from hers, his voice breaking in on her thoughts. “If you want me to untie you, just say ‘Harley.’ Cool?”

“Like the motorcycle?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”
Crazy or not, I’m going to let this hunk take me on the ride of my life.

“Good girl.” He leaned down and took her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking it before his tongue moved inside.

Baylee kissed him back with such hunger it startled her. It was like she was a starving woman. And in a sense, she guessed she was. She hadn’t had sex in over a year, and the few men she’d slept with in the previous four years didn’t stir even one ounce of the passion this stranger had in the short time they’d been together. What was it with him? He was a sex god, and it was her lucky night. Being tied up made her feel so out of control, and she loved every second of her erotic vulnerability.

Axe pulled away from her mouth then kissed her cheek, trailing kisses down to the sensitive stretch of skin along the side of Baylee’s body. Her creamy flesh was taut due to her bondage, and she sucked in her breath when Axe’s tongue skimmed over her. The way he licked and scratched sent a rush of goosebumps in its wake. Moaning softly, she twisted and turned, her restraints heightening the sexual experience.

“Keep your legs open and don’t close them. Understand?” he growled as his nipped her sensitive flesh.

She spread her legs wide, the touch of air cooling her dripping mound. She looked down at Axe and met his hungry eyes. Her stomach flip-flopped.
Remember, Baylee, this is a one-night stand. Nothing more. You just lucked out and got a guy who knows how to fuck.

“You got a great body, darlin’.”

“Thanks. I try to stay fit.”

He chuckled and moved his mouth to her tits. While he gently bit her breasts, his hand continued lightly tickling the sides of her body. The delicate skin under her arms purred each time he caressed it. It was official—her whole body, even her scalp, was burning.

Each time he neared her nipples, he’d back away and play with the sides and underside of her breasts instead. Her rock-hard beads were aching for his touch, but he kept them at bay. After several minutes of sweet, tormented teasing, he sucked one hard bud into his mouth while he pinched the other one between his fingers. She bucked from the sheer ecstasy of it as jolts of intense pleasure zig-zagged from her head to her curling toes. Never had the feel of a man’s mouth on her nipples been so exquisite.

“You want it a little harder? I love to bite, and your nipples look so tasty.”

“Not too hard.”

“I’ll bite, and you tell me if you want it harder or not.”

She nodded, then closed her eyes to experience the sensation without distraction. The first nip on her buds tingled. “Harder,” she moaned.

Axe obliged.

“Harder.”

Axe’s teeth clamped down on her nipple while his fingers tweaked her other one.
Oh, yeah
. That was the sweet pain she was looking for. It was so good she thought she was going to come. Axe must have suspected as much because he said in a harsh voice, “Don’t fuckin’ come.”

She willed herself to stop the waves beginning to roll deep in her core, but it was damn difficult with the way he was touching her, running his fabulous tongue over every inch of her skin. She was dying for his mouth on her pussy and his dick in her mouth. Just thinking about it had her wet and ready.

Axe slipped his hand under one of her firm ass cheeks and dug his fingers in, squeezing hard while his wicked tongue trailed the insides of her thighs. Pulling on the belt and twisting her torso, pleasure and anticipation whirled through her like a Tasmanian devil. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d lose it.