Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) by Chiah Wilder Page B
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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other women and the brothers. The lowest rungs were the club whores and mamas—they were nothing more than public holes to satiate the brothers and their guests at any time. The hoodrats were the weekend sluts who came to party, drink, and fuck. They may come to one party or to many parties, but they came and went as they pleased. Before they entered, they were patted down, checked out via an elaborate ID system Hawk had set up, and photographed. The Insurgents didn’t need any undercover badge or any infiltrator from a rival club on their property.
The women, who lined up outside the chain-link fence for hours before entering the hallowed doors of the clubhouse, dressed in tight-fitting, barely there outfits. To a passerby, it would seem like the women were planning to audition for a porn movie. Overdone makeup and heels made for sitting rather than walking adorned most of the women. It amazed many of the bikers that so many women would spread their legs for them each and every weekend, just to have biker sex, but there was never a shortage of women.
Cherri and Emma hurriedly put the last trunk in the van. The dancers would change into their outfits at the clubhouse, since some of them were elaborate and ran the risk of tearing a strap or losing a few buttons if they were worn before the show as the dancers mingled with the brothers. Cherri had agreed to be Gunner’s date at the party. The big, mean-looking guy had turned out to be a sweet teddy bear, and he treated her like a goddess.
“Jax is gonna be there tonight. He always is on Saturdays,” Emma said as she steered the van toward the clubhouse, which was about twenty-five miles outside of Pinewood Springs.
“So? I don’t give a shit what he does.”
“I’m just sayin’. We don’t want a repeat of what happened between Gunner and Jax at Dream House a few weeks back. It’s not smart to play one brother off the other.”
“I’m not doing that at all. I’m finished with Jax. I was never really with him, anyway. Gunner and I have been hangin’ out for the last couple of weeks. He’s a sweetie to me, and I’m with him. I’m not playing games here.” Cherri turned her head and watched the trees and wildflowers rush by as Emma took the curves at a higher speed than Cherri would have if she were driving.
“Okay, but I didn’t realize you and Gunner were going out. He’s a quiet guy, but he’s solid—no bullshit or game-playing with him.”
Smiling, Cherri said, “I do like him. I like him a lot. I’ve never had someone so nice to me. He cares for me.”
“If Gunner cares about you, he’ll give you the world. If someone crosses him, he’ll give them a knife to the throat. Just be careful.”
Gunner did care about Cherri, and he proved it in the way he treated her: buying her anything she wanted, helping her pay her bills, holding her while she slept, and not pressuring her for sex when she told him she wasn’t ready. Oh, sure, they kissed and touched each other, and she gave him blowjobs, which he seemed to love, but she didn’t want him inside her. She couldn’t figure it out, but she just didn’t want it. Sometimes, it was like if she did let him put his dick inside her, she’d be cheating on Jax. Ludicrous thinking on her part, but that was the way she felt. Go figure. She was glad Gunner had been so patient, but she couldn’t tell him the truth—it would hurt him too much, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.
Turning into the parking lot, Emma tooted the horn. Roach, the newest prospect, waved and opened the electric gate. Cherri saw Gunner standing by his Harley, arms crossed, nodding at her as Emma pulled into a space.
“Hey,” Cherri said as she ran up to him and kissed him on his cheek. He pulled her into his massive arms and kissed her hard on the lips.
“Hey, woman,” he said. “You look fuckin’ hot.” His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her micro mini-skirt, her cropped, lavender crochet top
The women, who lined up outside the chain-link fence for hours before entering the hallowed doors of the clubhouse, dressed in tight-fitting, barely there outfits. To a passerby, it would seem like the women were planning to audition for a porn movie. Overdone makeup and heels made for sitting rather than walking adorned most of the women. It amazed many of the bikers that so many women would spread their legs for them each and every weekend, just to have biker sex, but there was never a shortage of women.
Cherri and Emma hurriedly put the last trunk in the van. The dancers would change into their outfits at the clubhouse, since some of them were elaborate and ran the risk of tearing a strap or losing a few buttons if they were worn before the show as the dancers mingled with the brothers. Cherri had agreed to be Gunner’s date at the party. The big, mean-looking guy had turned out to be a sweet teddy bear, and he treated her like a goddess.
“Jax is gonna be there tonight. He always is on Saturdays,” Emma said as she steered the van toward the clubhouse, which was about twenty-five miles outside of Pinewood Springs.
“So? I don’t give a shit what he does.”
“I’m just sayin’. We don’t want a repeat of what happened between Gunner and Jax at Dream House a few weeks back. It’s not smart to play one brother off the other.”
“I’m not doing that at all. I’m finished with Jax. I was never really with him, anyway. Gunner and I have been hangin’ out for the last couple of weeks. He’s a sweetie to me, and I’m with him. I’m not playing games here.” Cherri turned her head and watched the trees and wildflowers rush by as Emma took the curves at a higher speed than Cherri would have if she were driving.
“Okay, but I didn’t realize you and Gunner were going out. He’s a quiet guy, but he’s solid—no bullshit or game-playing with him.”
Smiling, Cherri said, “I do like him. I like him a lot. I’ve never had someone so nice to me. He cares for me.”
“If Gunner cares about you, he’ll give you the world. If someone crosses him, he’ll give them a knife to the throat. Just be careful.”
Gunner did care about Cherri, and he proved it in the way he treated her: buying her anything she wanted, helping her pay her bills, holding her while she slept, and not pressuring her for sex when she told him she wasn’t ready. Oh, sure, they kissed and touched each other, and she gave him blowjobs, which he seemed to love, but she didn’t want him inside her. She couldn’t figure it out, but she just didn’t want it. Sometimes, it was like if she did let him put his dick inside her, she’d be cheating on Jax. Ludicrous thinking on her part, but that was the way she felt. Go figure. She was glad Gunner had been so patient, but she couldn’t tell him the truth—it would hurt him too much, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.
Turning into the parking lot, Emma tooted the horn. Roach, the newest prospect, waved and opened the electric gate. Cherri saw Gunner standing by his Harley, arms crossed, nodding at her as Emma pulled into a space.
“Hey,” Cherri said as she ran up to him and kissed him on his cheek. He pulled her into his massive arms and kissed her hard on the lips.
“Hey, woman,” he said. “You look fuckin’ hot.” His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her micro mini-skirt, her cropped, lavender crochet top
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