Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) (29 page)

Driving with his son in the back and Addie in the front, the two of them laughing and talking, Chas had no desire to be anywhere else. He lived in the moment, without any acknowledgement of the past or the future. All that mattered to him was right there and then, in all its quiet intensity. The feeling overwhelmed him, and he squeezed Addie’s hand.
Maybe this is what ‘a good life’ is all about—the ordinary made extraordinary by small things.

“I can’t wait to play the new game Gramma and Grandpa gave me.” Jack pressed his forehead against the car window.

When Chas switched off the ignition, Jack said, “Dad, unlock the door. Hurry.”

“Damn, get a grip, okay? Stop pulling the handle when I’m tryin’ to unlock the door.”

“I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Chas unlocked the door and Jack bolted from the car, dashing up the porch steps before turning around to wave at Addie. Chas followed him as Addie waited in the car. Jack tried the doorknob, but the door was locked so he rang the doorbell while Chas walked up the stairs.

Brianna opened the door. Jack turned around and hugged his dad. “See ya, Dad.” He brushed past Brianna with a quick look, saying, “Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom.” In a few seconds, he disappeared down the hall to his bedroom, his new game safely in his hands.

“So much for missing me.” Brianna laughed as her eyes swept over Chas’s body. “You’re looking real good, Chas,” she said softly, smoothing her hair behind her ears.

“I took Jack out for burgers, so he’s good. You taking him to his reading circle after school on Monday?”

“Aren’t you gonna ask how I’m doing?” Her lower lip jutted out in a feigned pout.

There was a time, in the beginning, when he’d go crazy if Brianna did that. But at that moment, he only saw a selfish bitch who cared more about which color lipstick she was going to wear than she did about her own son. He wondered how she had ever been a part of his life.
Being nineteen and fuckin’ horny, that’s how.
A wry smile curled his lips.

“Gotta go, Brianna.”

As he turned to walk away, Brianna grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “Don’t go, Chas. I’m lonely. I’d like some company tonight. We used to have good times, remember?”

Chas stared at her, his face devoid of emotion.

“For fuck’s sake, we have a kid together. I did good in giving you Jack, didn’t I?”

Narrowing his eyes, Chas jerked his arm out of her grasp. “Yeah, Jack’s great, but for you, he was just a means to an end. You fuckin’ got pregnant to trap me, and even though our marriage was pure hell, Jack is the best thing in my life, so yeah, I guess you did good in giving me Jack. At least you got somethin’ right.”

“There was a time you couldn’t get enough of me. I haven’t changed that much, have I? A lot of men find me attractive. Do you still find me attractive?”

“That was a long time ago. I’m not nineteen anymore. What happened? Did your latest playmate use you up and dump you?” Chas looked at the car over his shoulder, smiling when he saw Addie’s face. “Forget it, I gotta go.”

Brianna’s seductive pout transformed into a wicked sneer. “You brought
her
to
my
home? How fuckin’ dare you!” She shoved hard against his chest.

Chas lost his balance and stumbled down a couple of steps until he grabbed onto the splintered bannister, stopping his fall.

“What the fuck is your problem, bitch?” His gaze blazed with anger.

“How dare you take my son out to dinner with that fat slut? And you have some nerve bringing her around here. Shit, your standards have really fallen. What’s the matter, club pussy isn’t so easy for you anymore?”

“Shut the fuck up. Me standing here talking to you is lowering my standards. You wouldn’t know what class was if it bit you on your bony ass. I’m fuckin’ outta here.”

He jumped down the last two steps and stormed back to the car. As he opened his car door, he yelled, “I’ll make sure Jack gets to reading circle on Monday. You don’t have to do another thing with helping him. Gives you more time to whore around.”

Brianna started yelling as she rushed down the porch steps, but by the time she reached the curb, Chas had zoomed off.

Addie turned to him with a sad look in her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m causing trouble with your family.”

“You’re not doing shit. Brianna’s the one making everything fuckin’ miserable. Fuck!” He pounded the metal steering wheel with his fists.

“I think I’m making it worse.”

Turning sideways, he peered at her worried face. Taking her hand, he clutched it. “You’re the object of her anger because she’s still pissed I left her. She still doesn’t fuckin’ get that I’m not in love with her, and we’ll never get back together. She’s jealous of you ’cause you’re not a club whore, and we’ve been… uh… dating.” He pounded the steering wheel again. “She fuckin’ pisses me off!”

“It’s sad when two people start off in love, but then it crumbles so miserably.”

“I wasn’t exactly
in love
with Brianna—I was
in fuck
with her. I was twenty when Jack was born. I tried to make a go of it, but slutting around on your husband doesn’t make for a good marriage.” He smiled and winked at her.

Chuckling, she said, “No, I don’t suppose it doesn’t.”

Silence engulfed the car, but it was comfortable. It wasn’t like there was any need to fill the quiet, and
that
blew Chas away.

In a soft voice, Addie, who gazed out the window with a faraway sheen in her eyes, said, “Marriage always seems like such a good idea because each party thinks the other has the same idea, but they don’t. Marriage is really just broken dreams and crushed expectations. In life, the best thing a person can do is depend on herself.”

Chas regarded her for a long while, then said in a low voice, “Are you speaking from experience?”

Flushed and flustered, she replied, “No, but I’ve seen a lot of friends and family go through divorces.”

Not giving Chas a chance to comment, she changed the subject to Jack. They chatted about what a great kid he was until they arrived at her apartment.

“Did you want to come up?” She patted his hand.

Nodding, he turned off the motor. With his arm slung around her, they strolled up the sidewalk and into her apartment building.

A golden glow from the shiny bronze floor lamp greeted them as they entered her home. Cinnamon, nutmeg, and spiced apple potpourri wafted around the small apartment, filling it with a homey ambiance. Chas tossed his leather jacket on the chintz floral side chair, and observed Addie go into her bedroom. Following her, he watched her from the doorway as she slipped off her cardigan. Coming up behind her, he wound his arms around her and nibbled her earlobe.

“You smell so good,” he said into her ear as his teeth grazed across it.

“Do I?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” Pressing her flush to him, he peppered her neck with kisses. “And you’re so damn soft. I love it.”

Addie lifted her arms up and back, circling them around Chas’s neck, then tilted her head sideways to catch his mouth. As their lips touched, his hands covered her breasts, squeezing them while his thumb grazed her nipples.

“Take off your shirt, precious. I want to feel your tits skin on skin.”

Addie slipped her top over her head, and Chas brushed her hair over her shoulder so he could kiss and lick the back of her neck. The goosebumps trailing her skin felt like hundreds of tiny pebbles against his tongue. He forged a path from the nape of her neck to her upper arm, grazing and nipping as he went along. Then he ran his hands down from her neck to the back of her bra, his nimble fingers unhooking it and sliding the satin straps off her shoulders. Her tits bounced freely as her bra crumpled to the floor. Chas cupped each one, then with his fingers he raised her nipples and squeezed while Addie moaned. Swiveling around toward her front, he teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue in circular motions for several minutes as she arched her back, bringing them closer to his mouth. Like a thirsty man, he closed his mouth around her taut buds and sucked, gently at first then faster and harder, driving Addie to rub her pussy against his bulging cock.

“I’m going to come. Oh, God, I’m coming!” Addie screamed, her hands pressing the back of his head hard against her tits while she bucked against him. “Shit, oh, God.”

Chas’s dick strained against his jeans, and he adjusted his crotch to get some relief. He grinned to himself—his sexy spitfire was too much. As Addie’s breathing returned to normal, she kissed him hard on the lips, laced her fingers around his, and guided him to the bed. With a wicked smile, she said, “Now, it’s your turn.”

Before she lay down, he stripped, the vein in his thick cock pulsing. Licking her lips, she stretched out her arms. “Come to me. Let’s have some real fun.”

“You’re on fuckin’ fire, precious. Just the way I like you to be.”

Her arms folded around him as their bodies fused from the heat of their nakedness.

A couple of hours later, Addie’s head lay pillowed on his chest, his arms around her, their legs tangled together under the sheets. Her rhythmic breaths told him she was sleeping. Gazing at her, his chest expanded and a rush of warmth spread over him.

I’ve been missing a woman like this my whole life. I’ll be damned.

J
ordan came into
the library Monday morning, her face sheepish as Addie approached.

“What’s going on with your boyfriend? He’s lucky I didn’t call the police.”

Face red, Jordan shook her head. “I can’t apologize enough for the way Snake acted. He comes to Pinewood to visit me and his dad. We live together in New Mexico, but since I’ve been here taking care of my mom, he misses me.”

“Misses you? Why wasn’t he with you the other night instead of coming after me?”

“He likes to joke around and tease too much. I’m sure he wouldn’t have done anything. Your guy overreacted.” She picked at her dark green fingernail polish. “I didn’t know you dated a biker, and an Insurgent at that. Damn, my guy and yours in the same room isn’t a good thing. It’s deadly, and it’s best to keep them apart. The two clubs hate each other so much. I guess you figured that out by now.”

“How can you be so blasé about what happened?” Addie shook her head. “He attacked me.”

“Again, I’m so sorry about the way he acted and how he made you feel. He can be a bit much when he wants to tease someone. I’ll admit he can behave like a Neanderthal at times.”

Addie scrunched her face. “Aren’t you tired of having to apologize for his behavior? Although, it’s your business if you want to stay with a man who has no respect for you, or women in general.”

Jordan pushed her shoulders back and stared at Addie, defiance brimming in her eyes. “All bikers have a bit of caveman in them. You probably don’t know half of what your guy does. If you don’t think your man views women only as warmers for his dick, then you’re greener than I thought.
All
bikers see women as property and as holes for their dicks. You’re in a dream world if you think otherwise.”

Several minutes passed as the two women stood frozen in their spot regarding each other.

“So, do I still have my job?” Jordan asked, breaking the silence.

“I don’t hold you responsible for your boyfriend’s vulgar behavior, but he needs to pick you up outside. He isn’t welcome in the library any longer. You can have your opinions and generalizations, but all I know is if Chas hadn’t come, I would’ve been hurt.”

Jordan shrugged. “I’ll tell my man what you said, but I can’t promise he’ll listen. You need to downplay your sexuality more.”

“What?” Addie rolled her eyes and pointed to her brown tweed suit with a lace rust camisole underneath her jacket. “Does this look sexy?”

Jordan’s eyes skimmed over Addie’s figure, and she answered, “Yeah, it does. Your suit hugs all your curves. You look real soft and feminine. That’s what guys look at, especially bikers, and the hint of lace peeking out with a whisper of cleavage. It’s all about the imagination, the fantasy.”

“So, I’m supposed to dress dumpy and shapeless so your boyfriend doesn’t attack me? You’re saying it was
my
fault I was jumped on? Do you hear yourself? Aren’t women supposed to be liberated and stand behind each other?”

Jordan sniffed. “Snake’s good to me most of the time. He’s been helping me with my mom and her bills. Just stay out of his way, and you should be good.”

With an exasperated sigh, Addie marched to the reference desk and began putting updates into the computer. Her jaw clenched. How Jordan, a pretty, smart woman put up with the likes of Snake was beyond her understanding. Addie palmed her throbbing temples as she silently vowed if Snake ever tried to hurt her again, she’d fight back with a vengeance then call the police.

*     *     *

Snake threw his
head back. His ass cheeks were firm and taut as his hips moved in and out of the slut’s mouth, slamming his cock further down her throat. All her gagging and sucking sounds were music to his ears as he let go, releasing himself in her mouth while he grunted out the last few spurts.

Fuck, that was good.
The images of the redheaded bitch’s big tits and his lips around her rigid nipples sent him over. Since he’d seen Jordan’s new boss, he’d wanted to drill his cock in her cunt. Rubbing his face, he winced when his fingers dabbed against his broken nose. The bitch was responsible for it, and he was fucking pissed at the Insurgent who broke up his fun with the hot redhead. Snake couldn’t blame the fucker for kicking his ass for what he was doing to the biker’s woman, though. If she were Snake’s woman, he’d bust any fucker’s balls who even looked at her.