Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) (25 page)

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting a few more times inside her.

Baylee clenched, milking his cock for every last drop. He leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks then let her legs down slowly, guiding her into a sitting position on his bike. When he helped her off, her legs felt like rubber, and she fell into him. Catching her, he leaned against his bike and gathered her in his arms, holding her close while he stroked her hair.

“Fuckin’ awesome,” he murmured into her tresses. “Damn, I won’t be able to ride again without thinking how hot you looked while I fucked you on this seat.” He patted the seat he leaned against.

“It was amazing. For me, it was the first time on a motorcycle.”

“Me, too.”

“Are you joking?”

He shook his head. “There’s no way in hell I was gonna fuck a chick on my bike. No woman gets on my bike unless I ask them to.”

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

He laughed from his belly. “Sorry? I’m sure the fuck not. I’ve been fantasizing fucking you on my bike since I met you. I wanted it.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Surges of joy filled her, and her stomach fluttered in a good way. “I’m glad we shared this together.”

“Me, too. You’re special to me.” He embraced her tighter. “Are you cold? You’re shivering.”

“A little. The air conditioning is really cold.”

“Let’s get dressed and get some dinner.”

“Sounds good. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving.”

She picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

*     *     *

Earl’s Restaurant was
known for its juicy prime rib dinners, so when Axe suggested it, Baylee readily agreed. She was ravenous, and a juicy prime rib, a salad and baked potato sounded divine.

They elected to dine on the patio, the heat of the day dissipating with the advance of the setting sun. The restaurant sat atop a hill, and the view was spectacular—the Rocky Mountains towering high in the sky, the verdant valley below teeming with wildlife, and the majestic fir forests.

As she and Axe enjoyed their dinner, her phone pinged.

Unknown:
All the bodyguards in the world won’t keep you safe.

Baylee blanched, her mouth quivering as she stared at the message.

“Who is it?” Axe asked.

Opening her mouth, no sound came forth. Shaking her head, she handed her phone to him.

“What’s up?” he said as he read the message, his face reddening. “What the fuck?” he hissed.

Axe:
Listen fucker, you’re a dead man.

Unknown:
You think you scare me? Your little cunt is first, then you’re next. Enjoy your prime rib dinners.

Axe leapt up, knocking over the glasses on the table. Stalking around the patio, he surveyed the valley, then went inside to search, leaving Baylee alone with her thoughts.

A few minutes later, he returned and handed her the phone.

“Fucker could be anywhere, peering at us through high-powered binoculars,” Axe seethed. He slammed his fist on the table, causing Baylee to jump. “I’ve gotta find this bastard. The asshole has just declared war.”

The tremors started from her arms and ran all the way down to her toes—she couldn’t stop them. She hugged her arms, but they racked her body until she was one vibrating mess.

Axe pulled her into his embrace, tucking her hair behind her ears as he whispered, “It’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” over and over in her ear.

She clung to him, his soothing voice calming her. He held her for a long time, and the fear seeped out of her. Cupping his chin, she stretched up and kissed him. “Thanks.”

“Never need to thank me for helping you.” He kissed her back, harder and deeper.

“You know what?” she muttered against his soft skin.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve decided I can’t play the victim anymore. This psycho gets off on my fear, and I can’t live like this. I have to put the fear aside so I can concentrate and let my mind bring the memory of him forward. I can’t end up like my mother.” She rubbed her neck, pushing the fear down which threatened to rise again.

“That’s my woman. In this world, you gotta fight. You can’t wait to be trampled, you gotta do the trampling first. Besides your bosses, who knows you’re in Pinewood Springs?”

She looked up, racking her brain to remember who else she told about her summer gig. “Claudia. She’s a very good friend of mine, and she has the hots for Logan, but that’s not important. I know, TMI.”

“Who else?”

“My dad, my therapist, and that’s about it. I didn’t tell too many people. I don’t have a lot of friends since I work so much. That’s all I can think of. Maybe my dad or Claudia told some people?”

“It’s someone you know. Just have to figure out who. No way this shit is random.”

“The anniversary of my mother’s death is soon,” she said softly. “I have a sick feeling the killer is waiting until then to strike. I’m scared, but I don’t want to be a victim.”

Axe held her close. “I promise you I’m gonna find the sonofabitch and make sure he pays for every tear he’s made you shed, and for every dark shadow he’s planted in your brain.”

An hour later, they were back at the hotel. Baylee searched the lobby for Puck, but he was nowhere to be seen. Joy filled her.

“You coming up?” she asked as she waited for the elevator.

He nuzzled her hair. “Yeah. I’m spending the night. You good with that?” She nodded. “And not on some fucking couch.”

She giggled. “I gave up on that plan a while back.”

When she opened her door, she scanned the room. She’d fallen into the habit of searching it ever since someone had broken in. Sure no one unwanted had come in, she pivoted and snaked her arms around Axe’s neck.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too, babe. I belong here with you in my arms.”

“You’re sweet.” She kissed his chin. “I’m beat. Long day with a lot of emotions. I’m gonna change.”

When she came out of the bathroom, Axe was already under the covers, the TV barely audible.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

She molded herself against him, his arms holding her tightly. He ran his fingers through her hair as he watched the TV screen, the lights flickering in the dark room. Each time he stroked her hair, her limbs loosened, and her mind recalled a comforting, loving memory from her past—her mother brushing her hair before bedtime.

Baylee snuggled deeper in to Axe, content to be back in his arms.

*     *     *

The morning sun
spilled into the rooms, forcing Baylee’s eyelids open. She squinted against the intruder, too lazy to leave the warmth of Axe’s body to close the curtains.

He yawned. “Fuck, it’s bright in here.”

“I forgot to pull the curtains last night. Sorry.” She buried her head against him.

“What’s the time?”

“Too early,” she said into his side.

Chuckling, he rose from the bed and grabbed his phone. “Damn. I gotta go. We got church.”

Peeking out from between the fingers over her eyes, she asked, “You want me to relieve that?”

He squinted, looking down. “Would love it, but I gotta go. I’m already gonna be late, and I’m not even dressed.”

“Not into quickies?”

“With you, babe? Never.” He hovered over her, bending down to kiss her.

“What do you want for breakfast? I’m going to order room service. I can’t figure out the coffee machine.”

He laughed. “The coffee machine has you stumped? Nothing for me. I don’t have time. I gotta haul ass.”

As he showered, she ordered a pot of black coffee. Axe came out with a white towel tucked around his waist, small drops from his wet hair trickling down his bronzed chest. Baylee rubbed against him and licked the drops off him. A growl passed through his lips.

“You keep teasing me and I’m gonna have to spank you, babe.”

“That’s what I’m planning on.”

“Fuck, you make me want to skip church and spend the day fucking you.”

“Sounds good.”

He yanked her head back and slammed his mouth to hers, their tongues twisting and lashing together. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled back. “Later on, okay? Fuck. You don’t know how this is killin’ me.”

She feigned a pout, then sat on the chair, tucking her legs under her. “When you were in the shower, I was thinking about all the crap that’s happening to me, and I decided to call the police. I have the text messages, so I have the proof now.”

Putting his jeans on, Axe stopped midway. “Are you crazy? No fuckin’ badges.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what people do? They call the police when someone threatens their life.”

“We don’t. We take care of our own.” He zipped up his jeans.

“I’m not a part of your world. I’ll feel better if I call the police.”

Axe gave her a hard look. “You are so damned stubborn, woman. The badges aren’t gonna do shit. You have to either be attacked or killed before they do anything. In my world, we don’t sit around and wait, we act.”

Baylee averted her gaze, shrugging. She wanted to believe he could make everything all right with her, but she’d still feel better if the cops were involved. After she arrived at the office, she’d call the police—it couldn’t hurt.

“After church, I got some work to do. I’ll send Puck over.” Axe scrubbed the side of his face. “Fuck. I forgot about you gettin’ to work.”

“I’m sure I’ll be okay driving alone. It’s only ten minutes away.”

“A lot of shit can happen in ten minutes.” He tapped his fingers against his lips. “I’ll have to be late for church. I’ll send a text.”

Baylee watched him, her eyes lit with an inner glow.

“Don’t just sit there smiling, woman. Go get ready. I’m gonna catch enough shit for not being on time.”

Twenty-five minutes later, the Harley jerked to a stop.

“Thanks for taking me.” Baylee gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m making sure you get to your office okay.” He held her elbow and tugged her into the building.

When they walked into her office, an arrangement of wildflowers and baby’s breath in a country basket greeted her.

“Where the fuck did those come from?” Axe asked as he surveyed the room.

She saw his eyes land on the bouquet of roses she’d placed on the table a few days before.

She shrugged, set her briefcase on the desk, and pulled out her laptop from its case. As she plugged it in, she watched Axe open the card out of the corner of her eye.

“He wants in your pussy so bad, the piece of shit,” he gritted.

“Who?”

“Mr. Fuckface Palmer Rodgers, the motherfucker.”

She blushed.

“Why’re you turning red? You want something with this asshole?” Axe’s expression tightened.

Shaking her head, she said, “No. I already told you I didn’t, like, a dozen times. I’m not interested in him. It’s just that a girl likes to receive pretty flowers. At least, I do. It makes me smile. Nothing more than that.”

“Is that all it takes to get into your panties?”

“No one’s getting into my panties unless I let him and, for now, I’m letting you.” She smiled sweetly and looked at her computer screen.

Axe clenched his jaw. “You got the permits, so no reason to see the asshole again.”

Looking up from her keyboard, she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. “Is that a request or an order?”

“Take it whatever way you want, but your contact with the motherfucker ended today. I told you before, I don’t like sharing, especially when it comes to things that belong to me.”

Before she could answer, he was at her side, pulling her to her feet. He took hungry possession of her mouth, his tongue slipping in through her parted lips. She moaned and leaned in to him, her arms circling his neck.

He pulled back, looked intently into her eyes, and whispered, “And you, sweetheart,
definitely
belong to me. Don’t ever doubt it.”

Then he was gone. Baylee stood in the doorway, staring at him as he swaggered along the corridor. Before he exited the lobby, he looked over his shoulder and winked at her, put on his sunglasses, and left the building.

Baylee touched her lips, the intense current that was always between them hot under her fingertips. Her insides were still tingling from his kiss and declaration that she was his. That was what he said, wasn’t it? He said she belonged to him.
Do I
want
to belong to him? Hell yeah, I do.