Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (19 page)

“Don’t outlaw clubs get the bulk of their money illegally?” When he threw her a dirty look, she shrugged. “I’m just saying…”

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t give a shit where the money comes from, what I fucking hate is the hypocrisy. The truth is Palmer, his dad, his whole fucking family thought they were better than everyone else, and they were worse than trailer trash.”

Baylee kissed his hand.

“I know the sonofabitch. He knows you want the permit, and he’ll use it to his advantage. The fucker will tell you to fuck him or else he won’t be able to get the permit for a long time. And if that happens, I’m gonna end up in the joint for life ‘cause I’ll kill him.”

“That’s not going to happen. I know how to handle myself, and believe me, I’m not going to sleep with him. If we have to wait, we do. Anyway, if we don’t get it, I’m sure your club can be persuasive.” She smiled.

Seeing the fucker touch Baylee ripped right through him. A lot of women considered Palmer a “good catch”—he was rich, had a position of power within the city, was good-looking, and he could be charming with the ladies. If Baylee fell for him, Axe would be crushed. Just thinking of her with Palmer, or any man, enraged him.

Baylee brushed the hair off his forehead, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, “Why would I waste my time with him when you’re here? I find you incredibly handsome and sexy. I only want to be with you.” Her hot breath caressed him.

Axe captured her mouth, his tongue dipping in. Her soft moan went straight to his cock. Their tongues danced as they pressed closer together, heedless of the people around them.

“Let’s get back to the office,” he rasped.

A week before, she balked at any impropriety in her office with Axe, but since she’d tasted him again, all reason had left her. She couldn’t get enough of him, and all she could think of was feeling him inside her. He’d crept into her blood stream, and she needed and craved him just like a desperate addict.

She grabbed her purse and they left the restaurant, arriving at the office in less than ten minutes. When they entered her office, Axe closed and locked the door, watching Baylee as she set her purse down on the desk. In two long strides, he had her in his arms, twisting his hand in her hair, crushing his mouth on hers. He slid his hand under her skirt and growled when her bare ass greeted him. “You’re wearing a thong. Fuckin hot, babe.”

Digging into her flesh, he kneaded her cheeks while he trailed his tongue down over the base of her neck, nipping her soft skin along the way. His cock jerked as she shivered under his touch. The way she rubbed her tits against him, her soft groans, her quivering skin, all fucking drove him to the edge. He had to possess every inch of her.

Tugging at her lace shell, he grunted, “Take it off.”

In one fluid movement, her camisole was on the ground along with her skirt, and she stood before him in a sheer bra and matching peach thong.
Fuck me.
He was close to shooting his wad. He buried his face between the swells of her breasts, licking their rounded magnificence.

She gasped when he covered her tit with his hand, her nipple hardening under his touch. He lifted her breast from her bra and pulled the red bud into his mouth, sucking, licking, and devouring it. Her back arched when he popped her other breast out and he stood back, admiring their beauty before he went in for a taste. Baylee’s small cry of pain followed by a moan of pleasure when he bit her soft flesh, shot all the way down to his hard-as-shit cock. Later, when he’d see her naked breasts, he could appreciate the red love bites he’d made all over them. They turned him way the fuck on, and he desired to mark every inch of her exquisite body, but at that moment he had a pussy which needed his attention.

Dragging her over to the desk, he pushed her down, pinning her hands above her head.

She craned her neck, her lust-filled eyes locking onto his. “I want to feel you inside me now.”

A feral growl rose from his throat as he spread her legs open with his. “You love my big cock in your tight cunt, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

He splayed his hands over her ass, pinching and stroking her sweet cheeks. “Fuck. I love your ass. It’s so juicy and tempting.” He leaned over and bit her hard. She jerked, moaning.

“You like that?” He bit her again, harder.

Again she jerked, and the way her ass jiggled when she did drove Axe wild.

“I know you like that ‘cause your pussy is dripping, babe.”

He glided his finger over her wetness, his index finger flicking against her sweet spot. The more he flicked, his touch relentless, the more Baylee squirmed and moaned, her ass wriggling back into his hardness.

“Fuck, baby. You doing that is gonna make me come. You’re being such a bad girl, teasing me like that.” He pushed her ass forward then smacked it hard, red streaks just beginning to appear.

“Ouch!”

He chuckled and licked the red area, all the while playing with her clit. Another hard slap, followed by his soothing tongue.

“You ready for me to fuck you hard?”

“Yeah. Fuck me.”

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth before quickly rolling it over his length. He’d have to ask Baylee if she were good so they could start fucking raw. The condom kept him from feeling her, and he craved to feel every inch of her.

Pulling her up by her hair, he shoved her on top of the desk, knocking everything on it, including the landline phone, to the floor. He hopped on then grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He kissed her hard then made a few more love bites on her reddened tits before he pummeled into her heated sex.

“Feel good?” he grunted between thrusts.

“Ohhh,” was all she could muster as his cock hammered into her over and over. As he pounded in and out of her, her hips bucked up and down amid suppressed moans and gasps of pleasure, her ass jumping and flexing with each thrust.

“You’re so hot and nasty, but you already know that, don’t you?”

“I’m ready to come.”

Axe rubbed the side of her nub as he pounded her, his self-control waning. Then her silky walls held him like a clamp, and he knew she was about to explode. The way her pussy gripped him and her face contorted in pleasure sent him over the edge, his balls tightening before releasing streams of hotness inside the sheath. Her tiny snorts and whines sent shocks through his body. Normally, she’d be busting his eardrums, but she couldn’t do it at the office, so her subdued pleasure turned him the fuck on for some reason. He thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he lay on her, part of his legs and feet dangling off the desk. Her light kisses on his left temple touched him in a way that scared him.

“Totally awesome, stud,” she said, her breath caressing his face.

Axe turned toward her, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Fuckin’ awesome, babe.”

A knock on her door made her shove Axe away as she leapt up, frantically grabbing her clothes.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Peters? Mr. Danesk asked me to give you the hard copies of the material he prepared for you to attach to your application to the City for the permit.”

“Okay. Can I come to your desk and get them in a bit?” She hopped on alternating feet while she slid her shoes on.

“I’m leaving early today. I have to give them to you now.”

“Shit.”

Axe chuckled.

She glared at him. “Can you help instead of watching me?”

“I’d love to help you put your clothes on, but if I do, I think Tina will be waiting a long time for you to open the door.”

“Help with all this.” She waved her hands over the items he’d knocked off the desk.

“Sure.” He tucked his dick into his jeans, zipped up, and bent over, picking everything up.

Another knock.

“Ms. Peters? I really have to go. I have a doctor’s appointment, and I don’t want to be late.”

“Why can’t she just leave the fucking documents with someone else?” Baylee whispered.

“She’s probably a nosy bitch and wants to snoop.”

He laughed when her face lost its color.

“Do you think she knows? Oh, God, I didn’t think of that. Oh—”

He hugged her quickly. “I was only joking. Damn, you need to lighten up.”

Baylee rushed to the door and opened it, blocking entrance to her office.

“Here you are,” Tina said, her neck craning to see over Baylee’s shoulder.

Axe caught her eye and smiled at her. He chortled when she turned away.

“Thanks. Axe and I were going over some things on the project. I was bringing him up to speed on my lunch meeting with the head of zoning.”

Axe came up behind her, his hand resting on her ass. “We had a lot to talk about.”

Tina scurried off while Axe busted out laughing.

“I’m glad you think this is so funny, and take your hand off my ass. We were reckless,” Baylee admonished.

“That’s what made it so great.”

He pinched her behind, and she swatted his hand away.

“Too cute,” he said, planting a kiss on top of her head. “I gotta shove off. Banger’s expecting a full report. I’ll make sure to leave out the juicy details. I’ll come by later, we can get some dinner.”

“Not tonight. My bosses—Bob and Gary—are coming in from Denver tonight, and we’re all having dinner together. We’re going to have to lay low for a few days. I can’t risk them finding out anything about us.”

“Okay, but remember, don’t go out with fuckin’ Palmer.”

“I have to in order to get the permit. Don’t worry, Logan, Bob, and Gary will be my chaperones.”

Axe gave her a quick kiss, then left. When he pulled away from the curb, he looked up and saw Baylee waving goodbye. He lifted his chin, straddled his bike then rode away, wondering how he could go a few days without her.

Fuck, she’s in my blood.

B
efore Baylee entered
her hotel room, she knew someone had been there. Something didn’t feel quite right, and she sensed her space had been invaded. Scanning the room, she didn’t notice anything out of order, except the dresser drawer was not closed all the way.

She rushed over and opened it. Definitely her things had been moved. Did the housekeeper look through her drawers? Reaching under her folded cotton tops, she retrieved a jewelry box she’d hidden. Her face scrunched when she opened it and saw her jewelry was still there.
Funny. I
know
something’s missing. I feel it. I know I’m not imagining this.
When she checked every nook and cranny in the room, however, nothing appeared missing. She brushed it off as being exhausted.

Baylee rubbed her eyes. The day had been an emotionally-wrought one. As she undressed, she thought about Palmer Rodgers. That man was a definite slimy creep. Axe had been livid when he saw Palmer’s hand on hers. She didn’t like that the creep did that, but he could either speed up the progress by a few weeks, or he could stall the whole thing for months. She’d flirted with him because she pegged him as being the kind of man who would think all women wanted him. She’d gotten her way by flirting before, but would she sleep with a man to get the permit or whatever job-related thing she needed? No damn way, but a little flirting never hurt anyone.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she thought that Axe must see her as something more than a good fuck; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so angry when he saw her eating dinner with Logan a few nights back, and he wouldn’t care that Palmer had his hand on hers. She hoped he cared, because she had stirrings inside of her, and they scared the crap out of her.

Her rational mind told her it would never work based on geography alone: she lived in Denver and he lived in Pinewood Springs. Also, he was in an MC, and she’d like a life free from rival gangs, turf wars, and all the other crap she read about when she did her research.

No, I can’t let him get to me.

Forcing herself
not
to think of Axe, she concentrated on getting ready for dinner.

*     *     *

Dinner was a
tennis match between her and Logan, trying to best each other in front of Gary and Bob. She let herself be sucked into it, and it made her feel uncomfortable, but her competitive nature had kicked in.

During dinner, a sweet, vinegary smell, like apple cider, wafted around her and a vivid memory of a tall, lean man with graying hair, piercing green eyes, and a long, sharp nose flashed before her. The man came toward her as she cowered on the steps, unable to move. Suddenly, a surge of overwhelming fear gripped her.

“No. No,” she gasped aloud, her hand covering her pounding heart.
I can’t fucking breathe!
She gulped air, but the more she did, the more her lungs refused to fill. All of her limbs were stiff, and her face turned red as she continued to gasp, both hands covering her heart.
I’m going to die. Oh, God! I’m going to die in front of everyone. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
Black spots twirled in front of her eyes as the room spun, and Gary, Bob, and Logan stretched further away from her.

“Are you all right?” Bob asked as he leapt from the chair, rushing over to her.