Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (10 page)

“Uh, yes, I am.” She slid her hand away. “Fall is my favorite season, and I love picking out pumpkins.”

“Really?”

I want to see her eyes dance with excitement, like they are now, when I suck her tits. Fuck, I bet her soft tits will fit perfectly in my hands.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll make a jack-o’-lantern for my table on the balcony and use the pulp to make a pie. I make a killer pumpkin pie. I love savory flavors.”

And I love sweet-tasting pussies.

“Do you like pumpkin pie?” she asked.

I like the taste of your lips and your intoxicating perfume. Sitting next to you, Ms. O’Leary, is driving me fuckin’ wild.

“Do you like it?” she asked again.

“What?”

“Pumpkin pie. Were you zoning out on me? Thinking about all the cool motorcycles, huh?”

“Yeah. Pumpkin pie’s good.” He smiled.

I was thinking about sucking your tits, licking your clit, and fuckin’ your pussy, Ms. O’Leary.

“Addie, are you ready to go home?” Margaret asked when she came over to the table. With her head cocked to the side, she regarded Chas.

“Oh, Margaret, this is Mr. Vickers. He’s Jack’s dad.”

A smile curled Margaret’s lips. “You’ve got a very nice boy. He’s always so polite and helpful. Very good boy.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Chas said.

“Are you ready, Addie?” Margaret asked again.

Shaking her head, Addie said, “Not really. I wanted to go on the hayride, but if you and Larry want to go, I’ll meet you at the car.”

“It’s not me, dear, it’s Larry. His knee is acting up something awful.”

“I understand. No worries. Let’s go.”

In a gruff voice, Chas said to Margaret, “You can leave. I’m taking her back.”

Margaret and Addie’s mouths dropped open. “What? We never discussed it,” Addie said.

“Nothing to discuss.” His inky eyes scanned both women’s faces.

“Then it’s settled. I’ll see you Monday morning at work,” Margaret said.

Nodding, Addie waved absentmindedly while she held Chas’s gaze.

“So, your name’s Addie.” He studied her for a few seconds. “It suits you.”

“Didn’t you come up here on your motorcycle?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you supposed to take me home?” With wide eyes, she picked at some caked-on dirt on the pumpkin.

“On my Harley.”

“What about Jack and my pumpkin?”

“I’ll strap you all on.”

“You’ll what? Oh, no, not a chance in Hell. What a mess.” She cocked her head then shook it.

Chas burst out laughing. “The look on your face is classic.” Simmering down, he explained, “My parents will take Jack and the pumpkins back to Pinewood. You’ll be on the back of my bike.”

“I’m glad I’m able to amuse you,” she said, sighing with exaggeration. “Did it ever occur to you to
ask
me if I wanted to ride back with you?”

“No.”

Shaking her head, Addie laughed. “You’re something, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do, Addie, and if you let me, I can give you something real good.” Chas drew himself closer to her.

Before she could respond, Jack flung himself at his dad’s knees, trying to catch his breath, cherry-red stains around his mouth. “Dad.” A big gulp of air. “We gotta go on the—” Another big gulp of air. “Hayride.”

Chuckling, Chas rubbed the top of his son’s head. “We do? What have you been eatin’?”

“Cherry snow cone. We gotta go now, ’cause it’s ready to leave. Come on. You, too, Ms. O’Leary.” Jack tugged at his dad’s hand, grunting as he tried to pull him up.

Standing up, Chas offered Addie his hand. “Let’s go before the kid bursts a fuckin’ blood vessel.”

Addie giggled. “What about my pumpkin?”

“Blade!” Chas shouted.

A blond, brown-eyed man in his early twenties came over. The back of his jacket read
Prospect
. “What’s up?”

Pointing his thumb at the pumpkins on the table, Chas ordered, “Babysit these fuckin’ things ’til I get back.”

With raised eyebrows, Blade said, “Okay.”

Jack led the trio to a large, open horse-drawn wagon. The bed had straw strewn on the floor and compacted hay bales around the perimeter. Jack climbed up the short ladder and dashed to the back of the wagon. Chas stood next to it, hesitating. “I don’t know ’bout this. It isn’t really my style, you know?” There was no way Chas wanted to sit like a fucking tool in a horse-drawn wagon. “Why don’t you and Ms. O’Leary go?”

Jack’s face went slack and he lowered his head. “But I want you to go with me.”

His son’s forlorn look stabbed him straight in the heart.
Fuck!
In one movement, he was on the wagon, extending his hand to help Addie in.

“Hey, where’s your corn cob?” Jax yelled out, his chest heaving from laughter.

Chas surveyed the crowd and saw Jax, Axe, and Jerry walking toward the wagon.
It’s bad enough I have to sit on hay in this lame wagon, and now I have to put up with these assholes?

“Sure you got enough hay there?” Axe asked with mirth in his eyes.

“Let me get you a checked shirt. Your leather clashes with the straw,” Jerry said.

Chas glowered at them. “You remember today, ’cause when you get some kids, your asses will be doin’ the same thing. And if you have a daughter, you’ll be doing fuckin’ tea parties.”

“Come on, Dad, let’s sit back here.”

Chas grudgingly allowed Jack to lead him to the back of the wagon before he plopped down on the hay bale. Addie sat next to him. As more people filled the wagon, the spaces closed in and everyone had to crunch and squeeze closer together. As several people sat down next to Addie, she scooted over and pressed herself next to Chas.

This ride is turning out to be way better than I thought it would.

Lifting his arm, he wrapped it around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

Fuck yeah, hayrides rock!

Her scent tantalized him and her soft, cuddly body tucked in to him earned him a hard-on. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her smile as she moved closer to him.

Fuck, I’ve got a boner on the back of a fuckin’ wagon while I’m sitting on straw. Just lame. I gotta get in Addie’s pussy. I love holding her, and she smells so good.

“Dad, isn’t this fun?” Jack said in a loud voice as he bounced from foot to foot.

Addie’s sweet body crushed against mine? Fuck yeah, it’s fun.

Holding his son’s hand, Chas tugged Jack toward him. “Yeah, it’s cool. You gotta sit down so you don’t get hurt.” He tucked his son close to his other side. Jack looked up at him, his face beaming. Chas smiled and messed up Jack’s hair with his hand.

The sun sparkled and fluffy clouds passed over the jagged mountains as the horse-drawn wagon made its way around the picturesque Aspen Grove Loop Road. The burnt-oranges and shimmering yellows cast a rich hue on the valley. Migrating geese honked as they flew overhead, and rustling leaves shivered in the cool wind. The smoky haze from the vendors’ barbecue ribs mingled with the spices from the chili cook-off, while the sweet tartness of apples permeated the valley.

As the horses trotted along the road, Chas felt Addie’s body relax, leaning further into him. When the wagon hit a slight bump on the road, she casually placed her hand on his thigh and left it there as the wagon ambled onward. Something about her hand on his thigh excited the fuck out of him, and he had no idea why. Over the years, he’d had a slew of sluts strip in front of him, come over to him naked, grab his cock, press into him, yet he’d never experienced the same surge of pure excitement as he did with Addie’s hand on his thigh.

Damn, I’m turned on.

As the hayride finished its last stretch, Jack asked his dad, “Can I get some rock candy? There’s this booth that sells it in all different colors and tastes. Do you like rock candy, Ms. O’Leary?”

“I do. I haven’t had it since I was a kid, but my parents used to buy it for me when we went to carnivals and fairs.”

“Maybe my dad will buy some for you, too.” Jack shifted his attention back to his dad. “Will you buy some for me and Ms. O’Leary? Please, Dad…”

Smiling, Chas said, “Sure, why not?”

“I’m gonna get watermelon. What’re you gonna get?” Jack asked Addie.

Eyes twinkling, she replied, “I’m not sure. Do they have root beer?”

“Yep, they do. I forgot about root beer.” Jack put his head in his hands. “Dad, can I have watermelon
and
root beer?”

Teasing, Chas frowned at his son. “I don’t know. How much are they? Not sure I can afford to get you watermelon
and
root beer.”

Addie suppressed a laugh and poked Chas in the ribs. Her touch ignited a heat inside him.

“I don’t think they’re that expensive. Maybe Gramma and Grandpa can give you some money.”

“Maybe…”

“I’ll ask them for you, Dad. I know they’ll give it to me, ’cause I’m special and the only grandson they have.”

At that, both Chas and Addie burst out laughing.

The wagon stopped and the trio jumped off. Jax slapped Chas on the back and, pointing at the wagon, said, “So, you gonna trade your Harley in for one of these?”

“Nah, but it was one of the best fuckin’ hours of my life.” Addie tilted her head to the side, and Chas winked at her. “Guess I gotta get you some rock candy.”

She took his outstretched hand, and Chas—nodding his chin at Jax, who stood with opened mouth—walked off with her and Jack.

As Addie licked her candy on a stick, she said, “So, Jack is going home with his grandparents?”

“Yeah. He was supposed to go home with his mom, but it didn’t work out, you know?” Chas had spotted Brianna earlier in the day with her body wrapped around Steel’s, his tongue down her throat and his hands on her ass.

“And they’ll take my pumpkin, too?”

Shaking his head, a smile around his lips, he said, “You’re
obsessed
with the fuckin’ pumpkin.”

She playfully swatted his arm. “No, I’m not.” Taking in his dubious look, she snickered. “Okay, yes, I am, but I
love
Halloween. October is my favorite month. Love the harvest moon and all that, you know?”

“So, you go crazy for one month out of the year? Good to know. I gotta act fast so we can do some crazy things together, precious.” He tugged her toward him.

Addie stiffened. “No, please, not here. Too many people are here, watching. Please.”

Letting her go, he said, “Not that crazy, huh?” After she shook her head, he added, “Yet.”

Chas’s mother, an attractive woman in her early fifties, came up to her son. “Where’s Jack? Your father and I are ready to leave.”

“I’ll round him up. Mom, this is Addie. She’s the one helping Jack with his reading after school.”

As his mom and Addie chatted, Chas found Jack and went to the picnic table to retrieve both Jack’s and Addie’s pumpkins. When he saw Blade sitting on the bench, legs wide, watching over the pumpkins, he guffawed at the scene.

“Babysitting over.”

Blade jumped up. “I made sure no one came near them.”

“Good job, Prospect. Go on now and see if the others need something.” Chas was glad his prospecting days were over so he didn’t have to do stupid shit like oversee a couple of fucking pumpkins.

When he met back up with his mom and Addie, he sauntered over to his dad’s car and placed the two monstrosities in the back seat, along with Jack. Ruffling his son’s hair, Chas said, “Be good for Grandma and Grandpa. I’ll be by later to pick you up, okay?”

Jack yawned. “Okay, Dad. See you later.”

When his parents’ car drove away, Chas turned to Addie and asked, “When do you want to take off?”

“If you’re good, I’m ready to go home.”

“Let’s do it. Have you ever ridden on a bike before?”

“Many times.”

“Didn’t take you for a biker chick.”

“I don’t think riding on the back of my h—relative’s bike hardly makes me a biker chick.”

“I guess I’m gonna have to change that, precious.”

*     *     *

The ride back
to Pinewood was too fast for Chas’s liking. Having Addie on the back of his bike, her tits pinned against him, her arms circled around him, was fucking good. Spending time with her at the rally was so damn comfortable. Jack was crazy for her, and Chas was catching up to his son. All he could do was think of her and about how he could spend more time with her. It blew his fucking mind.

After he helped Addie off the Harley, he drew her toward him, snaking his arms around her. “You’re shaking.”

“It’s damn cold out,” Addie said through chattering teeth.

“I’ll warm you up, baby.” Chas rubbed his cheek against her soft hair.

For several minutes, they stood holding each other, both comfortable in the silence between them.

“You gonna invite me up?” Chas whispered against her hair.

Pulling away, Addie pulled down on her sweater and stepped back. “I’m pretty beat. I don’t think tonight’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because things may get out of control.”

His eyes lingered on her mouth. “Precious, that’s what I’m counting on.”

With a hint of a smile, she said, “And
that’s
what I’m afraid of.”

Chas took a step toward her. “No reason to be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you. Fuck, I’d never hurt you.”