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

of the Insurgents: if anyone messed with their mamas, the brothers would come down hard on the offenders. In exchange, the mamas were expected to service the brothers and other bikers who visited the club; they had to be available twenty-four-seven to please a member. It was a grueling position, but a voluntary one.
    Jax entered the clubhouse hauling Peaches behind him, not even stopping to say anything to the brothers. Peaches, tripping over her feet as she tried to keep up with Jax, heard the members’ hoots and whistles as Jax dragged her upstairs. Jax opened his room’s door and pushed Peaches inside. It was a simple room with a king-sized bed, two reading chairs, a nightstand, a floor lamp, and a small TV. Pin-up posters of half-naked women posed on Harleys decorated his walls. A small en-suite bathroom completed his living quarters. A large picture window overlooked the back of the clubhouse and the forest of Aspen trees in the distance.
    “Fuck!” Jax said as he threw his leather jacket on one of the chairs. He kicked off his boots, shed his jeans and t-shirt, and jerked Peaches to him. He kissed her fiercely, biting her shiny-red lips.
    “Ow, Jax, that hurt,” she said, turning her face away and rubbing her bottom lip with her finger. “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “Nothin’, just wanna fuck.”
    “Okay, but play nice.”
    “Take your clothes off and join me on the bed.”
    Peaches peeled off her short denim skirt, her purple top, and lacy bra, but kept on her thong. She eased herself on the bed and snuggled up to Jax.
    “Get rid of your g-string.”
    Peaches slid off her thong. Jax smiled. Yeah, that’s what I like—no arguments, just an easy woman who wants to please me. Nothing complicated like Cherri.
    “Baby, you seem so upset. What’s wrong? What happened at the club?” Peaches asked, rubbing Jax’s back.
    Flinging her hands off him, he said gruffly, “I’m not looking for nice tonight. I wanna fuck hard and rough. You down?”
    “Anything you want, baby. I love you, and you know there isn’t nothing I wouldn’t do for ya.” Shoving her down on the bed, he kissed her roughly while he tweaked her nipples. She cried out, and he flipped her over. “On your knees. Now.”
    Peaches did as ordered. After putting on a condom, Jax rubbed her clit, making her moan. As her moaning rose to a high-pitched whine, he rammed into her, fucking her hard. When she reached her peak, she screamed out while Jax growled. He rolled on his back and covered his eyes with his arm. Peaches rested her head in the crook of his arm. “That was awesome, baby. Did you like it?” she asked.
    He snorted his response. The truth was their fucking did nothing for him. His hunger was still there—he wasn’t satiated at all. All he saw when he was fucking Peaches was Cherri’s firm ass wiggling and his cock slamming into her sweet pussy. After he banged Peaches, all he could think of was Cherri stroking Gunner’s dick with her butt. He knew sleep would not come easily that night.
    Peaches’ even breaths told him she had fallen asleep. Why couldn’t he forget about Cherri and embrace Peaches? Peaches was in love with him. She was pretty, good in bed, and would do anything for him. If he made Peaches his permanent girlfriend, his life would be easy. He knew she was the type who would forgive his extra pussy on the side. Why the fuck did he have the hots for a troublesome ice bitch? He didn’t want that shit in his life, but, for unknown reasons, he was drawn to her—needing and craving her. He was pissed as hell at himself for allowing a woman to do that to him. Fuck!
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    A few hours later, sunlight filled the room through the curtainless window. Cussing under his breath as the light pierced his eyes, he looked down at Peaches’ curly hair. She hugged him in her sleep. Maybe if I spend more time with her, the less I’ll think of Cherri. He wanted to get the white-blonde with the sexy strut out of