Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) by Chiah Wilder Page A

harder than he ever had. Her kisses were the perfect combination of sweet and nasty, and her tits? They were so soft and perfect. He couldn’t get enough of touching her skin; it was like velvet.
    Axe glanced up and saw Hawk holding the ledger sheet and pointing to some column. Instead of paying attention, Axe debated whether to call his friend Derek on his honeymoon so he could ask his wife who her friend was. The thought of his perfect lay, the memory of the way she moaned and screamed as he made her come, sparked a fire so intense in Axe that it took him by surprise. He had to know who she was. He needed to see her again, and have his cock inside her once more. Axe had no idea why this woman grabbed him that way, but she did and seeing her again was imperative.
    His hand flew up as he closed it over the annoying fly. Opening his fist slowly, he cursed when it was empty, his focus immediately going back to the woman. Axe was sure once they fucked a few more times, her pussy would be familiar and he’d grow bored and move on. Screwing the same woman became tiresome quickly for Axe. He usually was a one-time guy, so the fact that he wanted to hook up again with the mystery woman surprised the shit out of him. He had to admit that she was hotter than most; no wonder he wanted another taste. Once he had it, he could walk away. No problem. But until it happened, thinking about her all the time was driving him fucking insane. The only way he could stop the automatic replay his mind was stuck on since their one-night stand was to fuck her again.
    When Banger yelled out Axe’s name, he was in the land of the tall, dark-haired woman, had her toned legs wrapped around him as he pummeled her tight cunt with his big dick.
    Rock, who was standing behind Axe, nudged his shoulder. Axe blinked and focused on a not-too-happy Banger.
    “Sorry. Did I miss something?”
    Banger’s brow creased. “Get your goddamned head outta your ass. What goes on during church is important. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    “It’s the heat, that’s all.” Axe looked down at the fly resting on the table, taunting him. He didn’t think Banger would understand if he gave more attention to the fly than to his president.
    “Bullshit! You’ve been acting strange for the past week. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you need to get over whatever the fuck it is. Now.”
    Diverting his eyes away from the fly, Axe glanced at Banger. “Okay.”
    Banger rubbed his hand over his face. “What the fuck is going on with the strip mall project?” Irritation laced his voice.
    “Oh, yeah. Well, nothing much. I’m meeting with the architects from Denver tomorrow morning, and I’ll go over the blueprints. The structural engineers will be there, as well. Unless there’s a major problem, we should break ground in a week.”
    Banger nodded. “Good. You let me know how it goes every step of the way.” He took a big gulp of his ice-cold beer. “Don’t fuck up. Got it?”
    Axe clenched his jaw and threw a hard look at Banger. “I’m on it.”
    As Banger picked up the gavel, Axe jerked his hand out with lightning speed and crushed the fly. “Fuck you. Nothing messes with me,” he muttered under his breath as the gavel hit the table.
    “Church over,” Banger boomed.
    Axe scooted onto one of the bar stools lining the bar. Before he opened his mouth, the prospect placed a cold bottle of Coors in front of him. Axe drained it in one long pull. As the empty bottle hit the counter, another one sat in front of him. Axe wrapped his hand around the bottle.
    “What’s up with you?” Jax asked as he swung onto the stool next to him.
    Axe shrugged. “Nothing much. Same shit.”
    Jerry leaned over and grabbed the shot the prospect placed on the bar. “No, he means what was that shit about in church?”
    “Nothing. I was so damn hot, I couldn’t concentrate.”
    “That’s fair,” Jax commented before he popped two green olives in his mouth. After