Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) by Chiah Wilder Page B
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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swallowing, he said, “Why’ve you been avoiding the club girls?”
Axe slammed his beer on the bar. “I haven’t, and why the fuck is what I do any of your goddamned business?”
“Just wondering why a horn dog like you suddenly doesn’t want any club pussy. Getting it somewhere else?”
“Back the fuck off, okay? I’ve got this mall project on my mind, I’m helping out at the bike repair shop, and I don’t need to explain myself to any of you assholes.”
“Having a lot of shit to do never stopped you before,” Jax ribbed.
Jerry laughed.
Axe sulked. He was pissed because they were right. He wasn’t interested in club pussy, not when he had the image of the silkiest legs wrapped around him, and the best night of fucking he could ever remember.
“Hey,” Chas said as he slid next to Jax.
Axe, expression glum, stared straight ahead.
Tilting his chin to Axe, Chas asked, “What’s the matter with him?”
Jax popped some more olives in his mouth. “Got pussy—or, I should say, lack of pussy—on the brain.”
Chas chuckled. “Yo, brother, you do seem like you’re going through a dry spell, especially since you got back from Denver. Banger even noticed you’ve been weird.”
“We think he may have met someone there, and he’s getting prime pussy and doesn’t want to share.” Jerry laughed then motioned to the prospect for another shot.
Axe sat silent as he tried to quell the rage building inside him. If he didn’t temper it, he’d end up bashing some heads, and then Banger would be really pissed at him. Damn, they’re right.
“So, did you meet someone?” Chas prodded.
Axe clenched his jaw and continued to stare ahead. Fuck yeah, I met someone, but I don’t know who she is.
“You gonna tell us who?” Jax asked.
“More importantly, are you gonna share her? Not with these two, of course.” Jerry pointed to Jax and Chas. “They’re tied down already. But with me?”
Axe narrowed his eyes. When I find her, I’m not sharing her with anyone. What the fuck is wrong with me? Jerry and I, and sometimes Throttle, love sharing women. Threesomes and foursomes is the way I usually roll around the club. What is it about this woman? Fuck, I don’t even know her name!
“Nope, Jerry, I don’t think he’s gonna share. She must be something real special for our buddy to keep her all to himself.” Jax clapped Axe on the shoulder.
Axe knocked Jax’s hand off him and downed his beer. He pushed away from the bar and looked at them. “Fuck the hell off.”
As he sauntered out, their guffaws surrounded him. Axe held up his middle finger high in the air and exited the clubhouse.
The Harley jumped to life as he switched on the engine. Sitting on his humming bike, Axe took out his phone and stared at the blank screen for a minute. The magenta-tinted clouds bathed the biker in a warm glow, the heat of the day dissipating as the coolness of the night crept in. Axe put his phone away, then took it back out and sent a text to Derek. He had to fucking know. Shifting gears, he left the compound and rode out into the open space.
Chapter Six
K nock. Knock. Knock. Baylee covered her head with the pillow. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder that time.
“Ugh…” Baylee threw her pillow on the floor and propelled herself out of bed, padding to the door bleary-eyed. Opening it a crack, she groaned when she saw the broad smile on Logan’s face.
“Why in the hell would you be knocking at my door at seven in the morning?” she asked as she tried to finger-comb her bed-hair.
“I thought you’d be up. We have an important job to do, and you’re always so early and eager to get started.”
“We don’t have to be at the firm until nine o’clock. That’s like, in two hours.”
“Thought you might want to grab some breakfast. We can go over our strategy.”
“I don’t do breakfast. A strong cup of coffee, black, is all I need. Oh, and before you get any ideas, I don’t do lunch, either.”
“Wow.
Axe slammed his beer on the bar. “I haven’t, and why the fuck is what I do any of your goddamned business?”
“Just wondering why a horn dog like you suddenly doesn’t want any club pussy. Getting it somewhere else?”
“Back the fuck off, okay? I’ve got this mall project on my mind, I’m helping out at the bike repair shop, and I don’t need to explain myself to any of you assholes.”
“Having a lot of shit to do never stopped you before,” Jax ribbed.
Jerry laughed.
Axe sulked. He was pissed because they were right. He wasn’t interested in club pussy, not when he had the image of the silkiest legs wrapped around him, and the best night of fucking he could ever remember.
“Hey,” Chas said as he slid next to Jax.
Axe, expression glum, stared straight ahead.
Tilting his chin to Axe, Chas asked, “What’s the matter with him?”
Jax popped some more olives in his mouth. “Got pussy—or, I should say, lack of pussy—on the brain.”
Chas chuckled. “Yo, brother, you do seem like you’re going through a dry spell, especially since you got back from Denver. Banger even noticed you’ve been weird.”
“We think he may have met someone there, and he’s getting prime pussy and doesn’t want to share.” Jerry laughed then motioned to the prospect for another shot.
Axe sat silent as he tried to quell the rage building inside him. If he didn’t temper it, he’d end up bashing some heads, and then Banger would be really pissed at him. Damn, they’re right.
“So, did you meet someone?” Chas prodded.
Axe clenched his jaw and continued to stare ahead. Fuck yeah, I met someone, but I don’t know who she is.
“You gonna tell us who?” Jax asked.
“More importantly, are you gonna share her? Not with these two, of course.” Jerry pointed to Jax and Chas. “They’re tied down already. But with me?”
Axe narrowed his eyes. When I find her, I’m not sharing her with anyone. What the fuck is wrong with me? Jerry and I, and sometimes Throttle, love sharing women. Threesomes and foursomes is the way I usually roll around the club. What is it about this woman? Fuck, I don’t even know her name!
“Nope, Jerry, I don’t think he’s gonna share. She must be something real special for our buddy to keep her all to himself.” Jax clapped Axe on the shoulder.
Axe knocked Jax’s hand off him and downed his beer. He pushed away from the bar and looked at them. “Fuck the hell off.”
As he sauntered out, their guffaws surrounded him. Axe held up his middle finger high in the air and exited the clubhouse.
The Harley jumped to life as he switched on the engine. Sitting on his humming bike, Axe took out his phone and stared at the blank screen for a minute. The magenta-tinted clouds bathed the biker in a warm glow, the heat of the day dissipating as the coolness of the night crept in. Axe put his phone away, then took it back out and sent a text to Derek. He had to fucking know. Shifting gears, he left the compound and rode out into the open space.
Chapter Six
K nock. Knock. Knock. Baylee covered her head with the pillow. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder that time.
“Ugh…” Baylee threw her pillow on the floor and propelled herself out of bed, padding to the door bleary-eyed. Opening it a crack, she groaned when she saw the broad smile on Logan’s face.
“Why in the hell would you be knocking at my door at seven in the morning?” she asked as she tried to finger-comb her bed-hair.
“I thought you’d be up. We have an important job to do, and you’re always so early and eager to get started.”
“We don’t have to be at the firm until nine o’clock. That’s like, in two hours.”
“Thought you might want to grab some breakfast. We can go over our strategy.”
“I don’t do breakfast. A strong cup of coffee, black, is all I need. Oh, and before you get any ideas, I don’t do lunch, either.”
“Wow.
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