Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) by Chiah Wilder Page B
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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purse when it hit the ground.
“I think I got most of your stuff, Ms. O’Leary,” he said as he handed over her purse.
“Uh, thank you, Jack. Thank you very much.” She clasped his shoulder and squeezed it lightly as she took her purse.
“Since I’m all grown up, can I get a hug rather than a pat on the shoulder for helping you out?” Chas asked in a low voice.
“Uh… no… I mean… thank you. Thank you for catching me before I had a nasty fall.”
Smiling, he said, “You’re welcome, and you can fall into me anytime.”
As she glanced at his dark eyes, they twinkled with amusement. Lowering her gaze, Addie took in the dancing ink on his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest. Checking out his tattoos, a large skull with tears of blood on his left bicep sucked her in—the skull’s eyes were bright blue and looked real. It was like everything had decomposed except for the eyes. The bright red teardrops made the tat creepy, yet fascinating. Running her eyes over his crossed arms, she noticed tribal designs decorating his right shoulder, several smaller tats filling his left arm. Moving her gaze to his chest, some ink crept up from under his tight t-shirt, but she couldn’t make out what it was. For a split-second, she wondered what other parts of his body held ink pictures, and a craving to trace his tats with the tip of her tongue seized her so fiercely she gasped aloud.
He leaned closer to her so he almost pressed against her body. “Like what you see, teach? I love you liking it.” His deep, throaty chuckle rumbled in her ears.
Backing away, she yanked her head sideways, saying, “Jack, bring your books and let’s go to the reading room by the aquarium.” With her stomach lurching, she moved away from Chas, practically running to the room just so she could be far from him—he was a dangerous distraction.
Before she closed the room’s door, she turned to Chas and told him, “You can come back in an hour. There’s a great coffee house right across the street.”
Settling in a low, leather-cushioned chair opposite the glass-walled reading room, Chas said, “Thanks, but I’m good here.” He crossed one muscular leg over his thigh and feasted his eyes on her, his eyes twinkling as she glanced quickly at him, turned away then glanced again, all the while combing her fingers through her hair.
“Do you want me to start on the third chapter, Ms. O’Leary?” Jack’s small voice asked.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, that’ll be perfect, Jack.” Why do I let Jack’s dad get to me like this? He’s doing this shit on purpose because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. Bastard.
For one hour, Chas sat cross-legged, hand under his chin, dark eyes piercing a hole through Addie. By the time Jack proudly read the last sentence in chapter four, Addie was a drenched bundle of nerves. How could she help Jack if his dad penetrated her with his smoldering black eyes? All future lessons would have to be conducted in her office, the one with the solid walls. And to make sure Chas couldn’t play his mind games, she’d shut the door. Why she was so taken with this tall, rough biker, she had no idea, but she had to nip all this nonsense in the bud, especially since Jack deserved her undivided attention.
Jack ran over to his dad and grabbed his hand. “I’m all done. I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
Chas laughed, stood, and picked his boy up, hugging him tightly, his eyes brimming with love.
“Aw, Dad, I’m too big,” Jack said, but his shining eyes told Addie he loved every minute of being in his dad’s arms.
Again, Addie was touched by Chas’s gentleness, and the attention he gave his son. The way his big hands mussed up Jack’s hair or hugged him, made her heart lurch. When she saw the father-son interactions, it reminded her of her parents, and the ache, which was always buried in her heart, rose to the surface, her longing for them intense.
“I’ll see you on Thursday,
“I think I got most of your stuff, Ms. O’Leary,” he said as he handed over her purse.
“Uh, thank you, Jack. Thank you very much.” She clasped his shoulder and squeezed it lightly as she took her purse.
“Since I’m all grown up, can I get a hug rather than a pat on the shoulder for helping you out?” Chas asked in a low voice.
“Uh… no… I mean… thank you. Thank you for catching me before I had a nasty fall.”
Smiling, he said, “You’re welcome, and you can fall into me anytime.”
As she glanced at his dark eyes, they twinkled with amusement. Lowering her gaze, Addie took in the dancing ink on his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest. Checking out his tattoos, a large skull with tears of blood on his left bicep sucked her in—the skull’s eyes were bright blue and looked real. It was like everything had decomposed except for the eyes. The bright red teardrops made the tat creepy, yet fascinating. Running her eyes over his crossed arms, she noticed tribal designs decorating his right shoulder, several smaller tats filling his left arm. Moving her gaze to his chest, some ink crept up from under his tight t-shirt, but she couldn’t make out what it was. For a split-second, she wondered what other parts of his body held ink pictures, and a craving to trace his tats with the tip of her tongue seized her so fiercely she gasped aloud.
He leaned closer to her so he almost pressed against her body. “Like what you see, teach? I love you liking it.” His deep, throaty chuckle rumbled in her ears.
Backing away, she yanked her head sideways, saying, “Jack, bring your books and let’s go to the reading room by the aquarium.” With her stomach lurching, she moved away from Chas, practically running to the room just so she could be far from him—he was a dangerous distraction.
Before she closed the room’s door, she turned to Chas and told him, “You can come back in an hour. There’s a great coffee house right across the street.”
Settling in a low, leather-cushioned chair opposite the glass-walled reading room, Chas said, “Thanks, but I’m good here.” He crossed one muscular leg over his thigh and feasted his eyes on her, his eyes twinkling as she glanced quickly at him, turned away then glanced again, all the while combing her fingers through her hair.
“Do you want me to start on the third chapter, Ms. O’Leary?” Jack’s small voice asked.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, that’ll be perfect, Jack.” Why do I let Jack’s dad get to me like this? He’s doing this shit on purpose because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. Bastard.
For one hour, Chas sat cross-legged, hand under his chin, dark eyes piercing a hole through Addie. By the time Jack proudly read the last sentence in chapter four, Addie was a drenched bundle of nerves. How could she help Jack if his dad penetrated her with his smoldering black eyes? All future lessons would have to be conducted in her office, the one with the solid walls. And to make sure Chas couldn’t play his mind games, she’d shut the door. Why she was so taken with this tall, rough biker, she had no idea, but she had to nip all this nonsense in the bud, especially since Jack deserved her undivided attention.
Jack ran over to his dad and grabbed his hand. “I’m all done. I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
Chas laughed, stood, and picked his boy up, hugging him tightly, his eyes brimming with love.
“Aw, Dad, I’m too big,” Jack said, but his shining eyes told Addie he loved every minute of being in his dad’s arms.
Again, Addie was touched by Chas’s gentleness, and the attention he gave his son. The way his big hands mussed up Jack’s hair or hugged him, made her heart lurch. When she saw the father-son interactions, it reminded her of her parents, and the ache, which was always buried in her heart, rose to the surface, her longing for them intense.
“I’ll see you on Thursday,
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