Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) by Chiah Wilder

I’d never pick some old fart over you. You’re so sexy and lovable.” Peaches put her arms around Jax’s neck and planted a wet, soft kiss on his bruised cheek.
    Jax turned toward her and kissed her.
    “Don’t ever try that shit again with another brother, you got that?” Banger yelled as he approached Jax. “Gunner is cool to let this go, but if you do this shit again, your ass is gonna get a beating from me. All this shit over a bitch. You had your chance and you didn’t go for it, and now Gunner’s got her.”
    “He doesn’t have shit. A lap dance doesn’t mean he’s got her.” Jax spat.
    Eyeing him, Banger warned, “Back the fuck off. The bitch has picked Gunner, so be a man and deal with it. I don’t want any more trouble from you on this. Got it?”
    “I’m fuckin’ outta here!” Jax yanked Peaches’ arm, dragging her behind him as he left the bar. He jumped on his Harley and motioned Peaches to get on. He needed a back warmer, and later, he’d want a cock warmer. Peaches was eager, and he liked her well enough. If Cherri wanted to suck old cock, then let her do it. He was beyond pissed at her. He needed a pint of Jack and Peaches’ pussy to erase that cold bitch with the glacier blue eyes out of his mind. He left the parking lot and sped toward the clubhouse.
    The wind rushed around their ears like a wind chamber. Evergreens, aspens, and pine trees blurred as Jax rode hard and fast, taking the curves at dangerous speeds. With every bend in the road he leaned the bike further, and he felt Peaches wrap her arms tighter around him. He knew she was terrified, but he didn’t care. The inky blackness, the wind around him, and the ride blocked out the fury which radiated from him. How the fuck could she pick Gunner over me? I know she’s got issues, but this is just fucked.
    Images of Cherri invaded his mind the whole ride to the clubhouse. He had never been so pissed at a woman in his whole life. He fucked women, stayed with them for a while, then left them for another. Usually, he was getting pussy from two or sometimes three women at the same time. Rarely did he settle for one, and when he did, it was short-lived. The last thing he wanted was to settle down or have a permanent girlfriend—he wasn’t ready for that shit, so he couldn’t figure out why he cared so much about Cherri. He hated pain-in-the-ass women, and when it got too hard or complicated, he’d bail. So why was he still sniffing around the frigid bitch’s ass? She was more than difficult, and he still wanted to get her in his life and him in hers. Fuck!
    Jax screeched to a stop and waited for the prospect to open the chain-link fence to let him into the clubhouse parking lot. Lights from inside the compound cast an eerie glow on the asphalt where numerous Harleys were parked. Laughter, heavy bass, and breaking glass emanated from the club. It was Thursday night, and the brothers began their weekend early.
    Inside the great room, several brothers sat drinking beer and whiskey while watching car racing on the big-screen TV mounted on the back wall. A few brothers played pool while some others were busy with the club whores and mamas on the couches that circled the room. There weren’t any hoodrats since the party girls usually came around the club on Friday and Saturday nights to have free booze, drugs, and sex.
    The club whores hung around every night, making themselves sexually available to the brothers. Lola and Brandi were the more popular ones, but Rosie, the newest addition, was all the rage since she came on board a few months back. Kristy was one of the favorite mamas since she knew how to suck some good dick. Unlike the club whores, the mamas wore the property patch of the club, and they were the lowest members in the club hierarchy. In exchange for being the Insurgents’ public well and grunt workers around the club, the mamas lived upstairs in the attic of the schoolhouse-turned-clubhouse. They also had the protection