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

his mind. Seeing her with Gunner made him attack another brother. He knew he overstepped the line, knew he was out of control while he was punching Gunner’s face, but he didn’t give a shit; he wanted to hurt Gunner for having his hands on Cherri. Not only was he beyond fucking perplexed that she picked an old brother over him, he was hurt as shit, but that was somewhere he didn’t want to go. The problem with Cherri was she stirred up bullshit deep inside him he didn’t want to think about.
    He looked down at Peaches again. Fuck, why can’t I crave her the way I do Cherri? She’s crazy about me. He knew Cherri was pissed at him for not letting her strip on stage anymore, but to hook up with Gunner to spite him? That wasn’t okay. It was true Gunner was a generous tipper, which made him more desirable to the dancers, but Jax had told Cherri he’d take care of her and give her money to make up the lost wages. She wouldn’t go for it, though. So she takes the old man’s money, but not mine? She’s all kinds of fucked-up.
    The whole turn of events pissed him off to no end. He suspected Cherri had some issues from her past; her eyes told him she was hiding secrets. Ever since he first saw her—after the raid on the Deadly Demons Nomads’ clubhouse and the Insurgents rescued her—he was drawn to her. It was more than her hot body and pretty face—it was an aura of vulnerability and determination which excited the fuck out of him. He guessed her life hadn’t been easy, but that’s why he was there—to take care of her.
    How in the fuck did she choose Gunner over me? Fuck! Jax had to be with her. He had to forget her. His cock needed her and only her. His life was suddenly a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Why the hell did she have to come into his world and fuck it up?
    “Whatcha thinking about?” Peaches asked as she squeezed his waist.
    “Huh? I thought you were sleeping.”
    “I was, but your heavy breathing woke me up. Do you want something, baby?” She smiled while she ran her hand over his dick.
    Shifting his weight, Jax brushed her hand away. “Not now. I got stuff to do.” He sat up, his back to her.
    “What went on between you and Gunner last night?”
    Pausing, Jax debated about telling her the truth. He decided Peaches wasn’t to blame for his weakness, so there was no reason to hurt her. “Club business.”
    Anyone who hung out with outlaw bikers knew when one of the guys said something was club business , it meant no more questions, end of discussion, nothing revealed. The Insurgents were protective of their club and its goings-on. The brothers would rather die than reveal anything of the club’s activities. The weekly meetings, called church, were for full-patched members, and no one else was allowed to hear what was talked about at church—not the Prospects, the hang-arounds, and, most certainly, not the women. The deep loyalty and fierce protection of all that was Insurgents was not unique to them, it was the code, the way of life for all outlaw motorcycle clubs.
    Peaches didn’t ask any more questions about the fight. She placed her hands on Jax’s tense neck muscles and massaged them while she whispered in his ear. “Why didn’t you watch me dance last night, babe? I was looking at you, and each time I shook my titties, it was for you. It always is, you know?”
    “I was talking club business with Gunner. Something had come up. You know how that goes,” he lied. He didn’t want to hurt Peaches—it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t hold a candle to Cherri. This was his deal, not hers.
    “Oh, that’s good. I thought maybe it was because of that bitch Cherri. I saw her chatting up Gunner then you going over there. I dunno… I thought maybe all the shit last night was because of her.”
    “Nah, just club business.”
    Peaches kissed his neck while she ran her hands down his chest, landing on and grabbing hold of his hardening cock. Jax groaned. She swung around, straddling