Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) (26 page)

“I’ll be okay. I’d rather be alone until you come back. I’m so tired.”

He kissed the side of her face that Chewy hadn’t battered and stood up. “Be back soon, and then we can order a pizza or something. I think it’s best if we head back tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” She watched him close the door behind her, then turned on the TV searching for the local news. On four channels, the mayhem at the Denver Motorcycle Expo was the breaking story. She watched the videotape of the fight as if seeing it for the first time; the whole incident seemed surreal. In the end, Tiny was dead, and three Demon Riders and two Insurgents were in serious condition at a local hospital. Many of the others who were injured fled the scene.
Throttle and I are among them.
She turned the TV to mute, watching the images of the fight over and over as they flickered on the screen until her eyes grew heavy and sleep blocked out everything.

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Something warm and
soft made her skin tingle. She fluttered her eyes open and Throttle’s lustful eyes met hers. “Did I wake you?” he whispered against her soft cheek as his nose nuzzled against it.

“Yeah, but I think it’s going to be worth it.” She circled her arms around his waist, bringing his body closer to her. When his dick poked her, she laughed.

“You think it’s funny that you make me harder than a goddamned rock whenever I’m around you?” He pretended to be annoyed, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away. He yanked at her pajama top, hoisting it above her head, as she unzipped his jeans, shoving them down over his hips. “You make me crazy, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Every time I see you I want to touch you, taste you, and be inside you. You fuckin’ rule my head and cock.” He gently covered his mouth over hers.

Sparks of white heat popped from her nipples to her wet, throbbing sex as he held her close, his hands skimming over her flesh. His tongue trailed down to her sex, and he spread her wide and buried his face into her wetness, breathing in deeply. “I love the way you smell when you’re turned on. Fuckin’ sweet.” He dipped his head and licked her clit while he dragged his finger up and down the length of her seam.

Hot heat coiled tighter inside her as the tension built. She laced her fingers through his hair, pulling it hard as she groaned and writhed beneath him. He leaned over and kissed her hard, tasting herself on his tongue.

“Do you like the way you taste? Sweet and addictive. Damn.”

The pressure continued to build, and she could only groan her answer as he resumed his wicked lapping on her clit. “I want you inside me,” she panted.

He pulled back then shoved into her, her scream filling the room. As he pistoned in and out, he claimed her. “Your sweet pussy belongs only to me.” He dipped his head and sucked in one of her tight nipples. “Your tits are mine.” He slid his hands under her ass and squeezed her cheeks hard. “And your luscious ass is all mine. The only cock you’ll come all over is mine and it’s the only one that’ll fill your pussy. You understand?” His finger swirled around her hardened nub as he grunted and slammed into her over and over.

Fisting the sheets, she nodded as her head thrashed against the pillow. Then the scorching heat uncoiled, coursing through her veins like liquid fire as she shattered into a million pieces. Through the euphoria, she heard him yell, “Kimber. Fuck!” His fingers dug into her hips before he collapsed on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

After a while, he rolled over and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. The drone of big-rig trucks on the interstate hung over them as they lay sated, their legs tangled together.

“You make me happy,” Kimber said as she kissed his chest.

He didn’t answer. His steady breathing told her he’d already fallen asleep. Smiling, she burrowed herself closer to his warm body; she felt safe and protected. She hadn’t felt that way in a very long time, and she liked it.

He’d claimed her, and the memory of his passion-filled words made her stomach flutter. He’d slipped into her heart and life when she least expected him to. And she liked that.

A lot.

“C
ara’s trying to
help out some of the brothers the fuckin’ badges nabbed on Saturday. She doesn’t think anyone’s gonna be charged, including the filthy Demon Riders.” Hawk stood rigid, his face flushed.

“What about your female mechanic?” Rags called out. “She saw the whole mess go down. She even saw me shoot the fuckin’ Demon Rider.”

“She didn’t see shit. Leave her out of it.” Throttle jumped to his feet, the vein in his neck pulsing like hell.

“The fuck she didn’t. Anyway, she got herself in this by not telling us she was a Demon Riders’ whore!” Rags slammed his fist on the table while his brothers yelled out their agreement.

Throttle was on the table in no time, lunging at Rags. Before the brothers could stop him, he and Rags were punching each other like they were in a boxing match. “You fuckin’ asshole,” Throttle panted as he threw his fist against Rags’s left jaw. Rags returned the punches as good as he got.

“Will someone pull these two apart? We got shit to discuss!” Banger’s voice boomed inside the crowded room.

Several brothers rushed over and separated the two. Hawk came over and roughly jerked Throttle to the other side of the room. “Stop fighting with the brothers whenever they say shit about Kimber. You’re acting like a pussy-whipped asshole.”

“You know damn well you wouldn’t sit still if the brothers said shit about Cara.”

“That’s different. She’s my old lady. We’re getting married.”

“What about before? You were plenty pissed when someone even looked at her. Don’t fuckin’ lecture me now about this.”

Hawk scowled. “You making her your old lady?”

Throttle stared, his chin held high in defiance. “That’s no one’s fuckin’ business.”

“That’s what I thought. We got some serious shit going on with the club, and you’re acting like a fuckin’ teenager with outta-control hormones. Get your shit together. Now.”

Throttle kicked the chair with his boot and sat down, the fire still raging inside him. He couldn’t even look at Rags because he’d be over the table and in his face again in a second. He didn’t want anyone disrespecting his woman. And Kimber was his—he’d claimed her. Was he ready to make her his old lady? He wasn’t sure how she felt about him. He wanted her to tell him she loved him.
Fuck, listen to me. I’m acting just like a girl. I’m so fucking obsessed with her.
Not only obsessed but addicted to her scent, her taste, her soft skin, and her laugh. She consumed his heart and his every thought; she was the spark to his flame. How could he not beat the shit out of anyone who dared to diss her?

“You know damn good and well that if she weren’t fuckin’ Throttle and working for Hawk, we’d make sure she disappeared,” Hoss said. Jax and Axe held Throttle down.

“Calm the fuck down, will you?” Banger stared fiercely at him. “How involved is your woman with the Demon Riders?”

“She’s not,” he gritted. “She’s from Iowa, and she hooked up with one of the fuckers and became his old lady. She ran away after he beat the shit outta her, and she hasn’t been back since. That was a few years ago. She cut all contact with him. She didn’t even want to get involved with bikers again.”

“Did your cock change her mind?” Bones made sucking sounds and the brothers broke out in raucous laughter.

“Easy, man,” Jax said as Throttle started to rise.

Banger slammed the gavel down. “Enough of this shit. You trust her, Hawk?”

Hawk nodded.

“That’s good enough for me. Jax, you’re gonna be back in your Sergeant-At-Arms position ‘til Rock gets his ass outta jail. Cara and one of her lawyer friends in Denver are sorting all this shit out. Once he’s back, he gets his position back. Got it?”

Jax nodded. “I didn’t think Banger would ever let me near an officer’s patch again,” he said in a low voice to Jerry and Throttle.

“He’s mellowed since Harley was born,” Jerry said. “Instead of yelling at me and giving me dirty looks each time I come over when Kylie’s home from college, he does it every other time. I’m making some damn progress.” Jax and Throttle chuckled.

“There’s gonna be retaliation for killing one of the fuckers. The Demon Riders won’t forget it, even though they were aiming to kill me,” Banger said.

“It was self-defense all the way,” Axe replied.

“The bastard deserved to die. He was playing dirty, so he got snuffed out. We have our brother Rags to thank for saving our president’s life.” Hawk jerked his chin at Rags and all the members jumped to their feet, chanting, “Insurgents Forever, Forever Insurgents.” A swell of pride filled Throttle as he chanted along with his brothers, his fist held high.

After they settled down, they looked to Banger. “Dustin and Shack were there, and I wouldn’t put it past them to have been the instigators behind the fight. They’ve been aiming to kick our asses and kill me since we beat and ousted them from the Insurgents MC. We gotta watch them and keep our ears finely tuned to the grapevine. They will retaliate.”

The brothers nodded in agreement. “You think the Deadly Demons knew about this?” Jerry asked.

Hawk and Banger shook their heads. “Nah, I don’t think Reaper wants to break the truce we have. He’s a sharp president, and a fight at an expo wouldn’t be worth starting a war,” Hawk said. “Besides, they know we got a shitload more money than them, so we can buy the big-ass weapons.” He laughed.

“I saw Reaper earlier in the morning, and we acknowledged each other. I don’t think he knew the Demon Riders were gonna start shit, even if they are affiliated with the Deadly Demons.” Banger took out his bandana and wiped his forehead. “We’re on high alert. Hawk will be fielding the communications to see what pops up, but we all gotta make sure we keep our women and kids safe. If something comes up or escalates, we’ll have to do a lockdown.”

Lockdowns were common when the Insurgents were embroiled in a conflict or war with a rival club. It was a necessary evil in the outlaw world, and hated by the women who loved the outlaw bikers. Until a volatile situation was deactivated, the old ladies, children, and girlfriends were moved into the clubhouse for protection. They couldn’t venture one step outside the walls unless accompanied by one or two of the brothers. In times of war, they weren’t allowed out at all. The Insurgents hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but they had to be prepared for it; retaliation for killing a member of a rival club was inevitable. The only thing to figure out was when it would occur.

“Seems like that’s all we got to discuss for now. If something comes up, we’ll call an emergency church. Go on, grab a drink, and get some pussy. Church is adjourned.” Banger tapped the gavel on the table. The brothers shuffled out of the room and headed to the great room, where the prospects had their drinks waiting and the club girls had their legs spread.

Hunched over on a barstool, staring at the mirrors behind the bar, Throttle threw back his shot, the rich amber liquid sliding down his throat like a fiery caress. Sturgis was in one month, and he knew it would be a powder keg when the Insurgents and Demon Riders crossed paths again. He was up for the fight, but he didn’t want Kimber getting caught in the cross-fire. He knew he should tell her to stay home because it was too risky.
Yeah, like she’s really gonna listen to me.
Sometimes her stubbornness was too much. They could always go next year.
So I’m planning
for us to still be together next year? Of course I am. She’s in my fuckin’ blood.

“You wanna come by tonight to play some poker?” Jax asked as he popped a green olive in his mouth.

“Can’t. I’m taking Dawn, Olivia, and Kimber out to dinner.”

“I fuckin’ can’t believe that the brother who was the most cynical ‘bout our old ladies is lovesick over a mechanic.” Jax chuckled and popped in another olive. “These are damn good. Usually the olives we get taste like ass. You should try them.”

Throttle chomped on a couple. “They are good. One of the old ladies is responsible for this. Whoever it was probably tasted the shit we had and thought we deserved something better. I bet it was Belle.” The prospect ran over and filled the nearly empty bowl with more olives.

“What of it, man? Jax is right. You gave me so much shit about Addie, and here you are fighting any brother who even jokes about Kimber. Never thought I’d see the day you had an old lady.” Chas laughed.

“She’s not my old lady.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Yet,” Jax said, and Chas, Jerry, and Axe broke out laughing.

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Once you take the step, you’ll wonder how you ever thought easy pussy was enough.” Axe took a handful of peanuts from the bowl next to Throttle.

“I’d like to stay here and chat with you about the pros and cons of easy pussy, but I gotta change and head out to Kimber’s.”

As he walked away, he heard the guys say, “Definitely gonna make her his old lady. He’s so pussy-whipped.” He gritted his teeth and climbed the stairs to his room.

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