Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) by Chiah Wilder Page A
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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over that, ’cause it ain’t gonna change them. I’ve known men are assholes for a long time, but they fuck good and they can be a helluva lot of fun.” Ginger brushed her curly auburn bangs to the side.
Cherri sat and watched Ginger. A few minutes of awkward silence passed. Ginger, backing out of the room, said, “I gotta get going. I got another shift at the strip club. Just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“Thanks,” Cherri called out after her.
Standing up, Cherri went over to the picture-sized window and looked out. Cars drove by, people walked around, and children played in the street. She wondered what each of their lives was like—were they happy, lonely, or in love. Her mind drifted to Jax and their lovemaking earlier that afternoon. She was so happy, but then he had to go and spoil it all. Anger emanated from her when she thought about the way he used her for fucking then ran back to Peaches for loving. He was the worst asshole she had ever met. At least with the other jerks in her life, she had known what the score was, but with Jax, he hid what a fucker he really was. He had hurt her. She thought she was immune to a man hurting her, but she let her guard down, let this one sneak into her life and heart.
Her phone pinged. She picked it up and saw it was a text message from Gunner:
Gunner: How are you? I’m at the club but don’t see you. Are you here?
Cherri: It’s my day off. You missing me? :)
Gunner: Always.
Cherri: I’ll be there tomorrow.
Gunner: You doing anything now?
Cherri: Not really.
Gunner: Want to get some barbecue with me?
Cherri read the text a couple of times. Gunner was a nice guy, and she knew he wanted something with her. He was generous, and she knew there wouldn’t be any chance of her falling in love with him. Plus, Jax was history, and she was done with him. Gunner could give her the money she needed to leave Pinewood Springs and start a new life. Gunner wouldn’t be a bad sugar daddy.
Gunner: You there?
Cherri: Yeah, sorry, doing something at the same time. Dinner sounds good.
Gunner: I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes?
Cherri: Yeah.
Gunner: Ok. Don’t need to give me your address. Know where u live. See you soon.
Cherri: :))
She stared at the phone, a calm caressing her. If Jax could grope Peaches, she could cozy up to Gunner. She might even go to a clubhouse party and hang all over him. She’d show Jax two could play at his game. A sneer broke out over her face as her heart turned to ice.
Chapter Eight
T here was an excited tremor in the air at the Insurgents’ clubhouse. It was Saturday night, and that meant it was party time. Parties at the clubhouse were always wild. Since several chapters were coming that night to party, the members told Emma and Cherri they needed several dancers to entertain the men, along with a few who wanted to dance and fuck afterwards.
The only drug the Insurgents tolerated at their compound was weed, but at big parties, crank and crystal flowed. The basement of the clubhouse had many rooms that could accommodate the various brothers if they passed out or wanted to crash. The old ladies had been cooking since the morning to prepare the food for the party; platters of ribs, beef brisket, and hot sausage links, along with mountains of mashed potatoes, corn, and coleslaw, would soon be laid out on the long wooden tables in the great room. It was too cold to put them outside—spring in Colorado was a mixture of pleasant days and frigid nights.
The old ladies, after setting up the food, would leave. Sometimes, they would go over to each other’s houses and drink. They rarely went to the weekend parties; the family parties that usually happened on Sundays were cool, but most of the old ladies hated the weekend ones because of all the sluts who spread their legs for the brothers.
There was a definite hierarchy among the Insurgent women, and the old ladies were at the top and garnered the full respect from the
Cherri sat and watched Ginger. A few minutes of awkward silence passed. Ginger, backing out of the room, said, “I gotta get going. I got another shift at the strip club. Just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“Thanks,” Cherri called out after her.
Standing up, Cherri went over to the picture-sized window and looked out. Cars drove by, people walked around, and children played in the street. She wondered what each of their lives was like—were they happy, lonely, or in love. Her mind drifted to Jax and their lovemaking earlier that afternoon. She was so happy, but then he had to go and spoil it all. Anger emanated from her when she thought about the way he used her for fucking then ran back to Peaches for loving. He was the worst asshole she had ever met. At least with the other jerks in her life, she had known what the score was, but with Jax, he hid what a fucker he really was. He had hurt her. She thought she was immune to a man hurting her, but she let her guard down, let this one sneak into her life and heart.
Her phone pinged. She picked it up and saw it was a text message from Gunner:
Gunner: How are you? I’m at the club but don’t see you. Are you here?
Cherri: It’s my day off. You missing me? :)
Gunner: Always.
Cherri: I’ll be there tomorrow.
Gunner: You doing anything now?
Cherri: Not really.
Gunner: Want to get some barbecue with me?
Cherri read the text a couple of times. Gunner was a nice guy, and she knew he wanted something with her. He was generous, and she knew there wouldn’t be any chance of her falling in love with him. Plus, Jax was history, and she was done with him. Gunner could give her the money she needed to leave Pinewood Springs and start a new life. Gunner wouldn’t be a bad sugar daddy.
Gunner: You there?
Cherri: Yeah, sorry, doing something at the same time. Dinner sounds good.
Gunner: I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes?
Cherri: Yeah.
Gunner: Ok. Don’t need to give me your address. Know where u live. See you soon.
Cherri: :))
She stared at the phone, a calm caressing her. If Jax could grope Peaches, she could cozy up to Gunner. She might even go to a clubhouse party and hang all over him. She’d show Jax two could play at his game. A sneer broke out over her face as her heart turned to ice.
Chapter Eight
T here was an excited tremor in the air at the Insurgents’ clubhouse. It was Saturday night, and that meant it was party time. Parties at the clubhouse were always wild. Since several chapters were coming that night to party, the members told Emma and Cherri they needed several dancers to entertain the men, along with a few who wanted to dance and fuck afterwards.
The only drug the Insurgents tolerated at their compound was weed, but at big parties, crank and crystal flowed. The basement of the clubhouse had many rooms that could accommodate the various brothers if they passed out or wanted to crash. The old ladies had been cooking since the morning to prepare the food for the party; platters of ribs, beef brisket, and hot sausage links, along with mountains of mashed potatoes, corn, and coleslaw, would soon be laid out on the long wooden tables in the great room. It was too cold to put them outside—spring in Colorado was a mixture of pleasant days and frigid nights.
The old ladies, after setting up the food, would leave. Sometimes, they would go over to each other’s houses and drink. They rarely went to the weekend parties; the family parties that usually happened on Sundays were cool, but most of the old ladies hated the weekend ones because of all the sluts who spread their legs for the brothers.
There was a definite hierarchy among the Insurgent women, and the old ladies were at the top and garnered the full respect from the
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