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

Blowing softly against her skin, Axe crept his way toward her engorged, shiny pussy. As she watched him, he shot her a lust-filled gaze from under hooded eyes. Baylee sucked in her breath and held it as his soft lips neared her sex. Sighing, she closed her eyes and waited for the release she needed. Nothing.

What the hell?

She opened her eyes just as he zipped down his pants and threw them off, his thick, long shaft pulsing in front of her.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Holding his dick, he straddled her, then bent over and seized her face roughly. “I want your sexy lips wrapped around my cock.”

When he rubbed his dick across her lips, his pre-come dampened them. When she licked her lips, saltiness played on her tongue. He slowly guided his hardness in her mouth, first putting the crown of the head in to give her a chance to swirl her tongue around its smoothness. It was sinfully delicious. Axe leaned in closer, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Baylee slid her tongue up, down, and around his thickness, paying special attention to the underside of the head. She could see her hunger and passion reflected in his gaze as their eyes met.

Placing his hands on each side of her face, he held her head still as he thrust his rod in and out of her welcoming mouth.

“Fuck, my cock loves fucking your mouth. Wrap those sweet lips tighter around it. That’s good, baby. Real good.”

As his passion heightened, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, thrusting his hips forward and back as he pummeled her mouth with his cock. She expected him to come any second, waiting for his warm seed to fill her mouth and throat. Instead he pulled out, brought his mouth over her nipples, and sucked them hard. Then, with both hands, he spread her legs wider and placed his mouth over her clit.

Holy fuck!
When his hot mouth covered it, her insides twisted in pleasure. From the bottom of her sex to the top of her hood, his tongue stroked her over and over in long, trembling moves. It was more than she had ever dreamed of. Spreading her open with his fingers, he flicked the tip of his tongue over her sweet spot.

“You like that?” he growled.

“Oh, yes. It feels so good.”

“I know it does. And look how fuckin’ wet you’re getting.” Axe kept flicking her clit with his tongue, watching as she writhed beneath him.

Each stroke to her arousal pushed her further toward the cliff of abandoned ecstasy, and his wicked tongue kept up its assault at a frenzied pace. “I’m real close to coming. I don’t think I can hold it anymore,” she gasped.

Before she could get lost in the feeling, he shoved two fingers in her pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

As he played with her clit and finger-fucked her, the wave she had pushed back crashed through her body, filling her from her toes to her head, then pulling her further into a sphere of pleasure and contentment like she had never experienced. Opening her eyes, Axe came into focus, a cocky smile on his lips.

“It was good?” he asked.

“No. It was fuckin’ great.” She knew she was feeding into what she had seen as a huge ego, but she didn’t care. He deserved a pat on his back—or better yet, a pat on his ass—for making her come so hard, harder than she’d ever come before.

“Do you like big cocks?” he asked as he trailed his fingertips over her stomach.

Shivering, she said, “You have a big one.”

“Yeah…?”

“You know you do. I’m sure the women love it.”

“Haven’t gotten any complaints. You want my big cock in your tight pussy?”

Nodding, Baylee licked her lips.

Axe kissed her stomach and murmured against it, “I aim to please.”

He leaned over and undid the belt, freeing her wrists. Running his finger over her nails, he said, “I want to feel
these
digging into my back and ass as I fuck you.” Then he hoisted her legs up over his shoulders and spread her wide. Smacking his lips, he bent down and swiped his tongue over her wetness several times. “You taste delicious.”

Baylee moaned and grasped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” Axe groaned. “Harder. Draw some blood.” He winked at her then reached over and grabbed his pants next to them. After securing the condom over his shaft, he moved his cock to her heated slit, slowly pushing in.

“Oh. Mmm, that feels good,” she whispered as she dug her nails in deeper.

“I’m sure it does. I’m gonna fuck your pussy hard and rough, ‘cause I’m betting you like it that way. Am I right?”

“You know you are.”

She watched him as he looked at his cock entering her, a smile of pure joy spreading over his face. Then he was in, and his dick made her feel full.

“Damn, you’re tight. When’s the last time you fucked?”

Embarrassed, she lied, “A few nights ago.”

“Is that right? You’ve got a tight cunt, sweetheart.”

The headboard slammed against the wall as Axe pummeled her over and over, his feral grunts and her deep moans filling the room. Baylee balled the sheets as she turned her head sideways and closed her eyes, her nerves tingling and on high alert as her pleasure rose steadily. Before she could savor her building orgasm, Axe flipped her over on her knees, pushed her head and tits against the mattress, spread her thighs wide, and shoved his delicious dick back inside. As he pounded her, he grabbed her long, brown hair and pulled it back, making her scalp burn and her eyes water. She stuffed the sheet in her mouth to help quiet the screams threatening to erupt from her.

When he rubbed the side of her engorged clit, she lost it, and her screams came out as low, guttural rasps against the sheet. A thousand jolts of intense ecstasy coursed through her body as she bucked and trembled, her legs spastic, threatening to collapse. He groaned and thrust a few more times before he pulled out and collapsed next to her, panting and heaving, his magnificent chest rising and falling.

Baylee rolled over onto her back and covered her forehead with her arm.

“Oh, my God. That was intense,” she said between breaths.

He reached over and squeezed her tit. “Glad it was good for you.”

“Was it for you?” she asked tentatively.

“Fuck yeah.” He stood up and padded to the bathroom, his firm ass flexing with each step.

Baylee remained in bed wondering what the protocol was for a one-night stand. Did she thank him and show him the door? Did she ask him if he wanted to spend the night? What the hell was she supposed to do? She sat up and finger-combed her hair.

“Ready for another round?” Baylee looked over her shoulder and saw that Axe’s wonderful dick was erect once more.
How can he be hard again so quickly? The guy is amazing.

“Sure, why not?” She flashed him a devilish grin.

A crooked half-smile crossed his face. Standing next to the bed, he dragged her toward him. “Yeah. Why the fuck not? The fun is just beginning.”

T
he morning sun
streaming in through the picture window woke Baylee up. As she squinted through sleep-bleary eyes, she brought her slender fingers to her temples and pressed hard, trying to quell the incessant pounding. She groaned and covered her eyes with her hands.
Damn, my head hurts. It feels like a freight train is running through it. Fuck.
Pushing herself up, she staggered toward the bathroom in search of some aspirin.

After swallowing a couple of pills, she shuffled back to the room, the sunbeams stabbing her eyes. Closing the curtains, she welcomed the darkness of the cool room.
What a night. I drank too much and fucked too much.
Her cheeks burned brightly, and a funny squiggle seized her stomach when she thought of the dirty deeds she and her one-night stand had engaged in the previous night. But in that moment, with a pounding head and sore muscles, she realized they may have been a bit overzealous.

Baylee glanced at the empty spot next to where she’d slept. He was gone. She had no idea when he left; she hadn’t heard him leave. After hours of sex in various positions, she’d finally collapsed, sated and exhausted, sleep quickly overtaking her. Scanning the room, she noticed he didn’t leave anything like a phone number or a note telling her how wonderful she was, or that he was so smitten he wanted to see her again.

Okay, Baylee, just stop. You had a one-night stand with a gorgeous stud, but it was all about the sex. Don’t make anything more of this.
It was obvious he hadn’t. She was sure he probably did this type of thing on a regular basis. She was just another fun night for him. But wasn’t that what she wanted? Hadn’t she been the one who said she didn’t want to know any personal information, not even his name? He’d complied with her wishes, so why was she miffed? Why did she feel slighted that he hadn’t left her a note, hadn’t woken her before he left?

He’d just slipped away, like a thief in the night, after robbing her of her humdrum sex life.
How in the hell am I ever going to enjoy sex again after last night?

Baylee sighed then lay back down, trying to shut out the memories of Axe’s soft, warm lips on her body. It was a one-night stand. She’d never see him again, and that was fine; she was too busy for anything that involved any emotion other than lust anyway. Her sexual rendezvous was mind-blowing and should last her for quite a while. Thinking she’d take advantage of the quiet of the room, she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

*     *     *

Monday morning blues
affected a lot of people, but not Baylee. She loved Mondays and greeted them with a spring in her step, ready to finish old projects so she could start new ones.

At twenty-five years old, Baylee had her professional life mapped out. She was a junior associate at Derry, Decker, and Vale Architecture Firm. She was the only female architect in the office, expected to do twice as good a job as the male associates just to break even, but she didn’t care because she could run circles around them. The other two associates, Kirk and Logan, resented that she worked so hard. They thought she was trying to outshine them—and in a way, they were right—but making partner was important to her. It was a validation of her abilities but, more importantly, it was a tribute to her mother.

Baylee’s mother had been an architect too, and she’d inspired Baylee to follow in her footsteps. Some of Baylee’s earliest memories were of the two of them building neighborhoods and towns out of Legos. Baylee was happy she had those memories, because her world went dark the night her mother was murdered. As hard as she tried over the years to remember what had happened that night, what the man had looked like who’d killed her mother, she couldn’t. Though recently, the dark shadows that lurked out of focus in the corners of her mind had begun to take on some more distinctive shapes.
Maybe it’ll come back to me eventually.

That was what her therapist had told her would happen. Dr. Scott said that as time went by, the shadows would become clearer, and she’d start to remember small things. He’d explained that something, anything really—a scent, a sight, a taste, a sound—could trigger the memories, and then they would come quickly. He’d done his best to prepare her for that, but even after all these years, her recollections of that night were still pretty fuzzy. She wished she could remember so justice for her mother could be served. The killer was never found, and he continued to roam about, a free man who was probably killing other women.

The thought made her shudder.

The phone rang, breaking into her thoughts.

“Good morning, Katie,” she greeted her secretary.

“Good morning, Ms. Peters. Mr. Decker would like you to bring the blueprints for the strip mall project.”

“Tell him I’ll be there in ten.”

Baylee looked out her office window at the tall buildings, the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains reflected in their mirrored windows. She was so grateful to Gary Decker for giving her this job. After college, Baylee had applied to many firms around the Denver metro area, but none of them had called her back. As a last resort, she asked her dad to speak with Gary and Bob Derry. They had started the architectural firm with her mother twenty-five years before, and over the years, her dad and the two men had become good friends.

Two days after he’d spoken with them, they’d hired her. And for the past two years, she’d worked her ass off to prove to them that they hadn’t made a mistake. Gary and Bob were more than pleased, and the newest partner, Warner Vale, couldn’t say enough good things about her. She was one of the two they were considering for partner next year. Baylee couldn’t be happier. She just wished her mother had lived to see this day. Baylee knew she would have been proud.

After grabbing her laptop, the blueprints, and her cup of coffee, she shuffled over to Gary’s office. When she entered, she was surprised to see the other two partners and Logan.

“Was there a meeting I forgot about?” she asked while setting down her laptop on Gary’s desk.

“Nothing planned. We wanted to get you and Logan together to discuss the new strip mall project we’re designing in Pinewood Springs,” Warner Vale said.

“I’ve already come up with some very innovative designs I can share.” Logan plastered on his charming-executive smile.