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

voice brought her back.
    Willing herself not to fall apart, she sat on the edge of the bed and filled her lungs with air. “Sorry. Shit from the past creeps in sometimes, you know?”
    “Like what?”
    She looked off to the side, a wry smile painted on her face. Damn, he’s good. He acts like he really cares. “Like my mom gave more of a shit about the money my fuckin’ stepdad brought in than she did about me. Like he was a bastard, and my mom didn’t do shit to back me up. I split at seventeen, and I’ve never gone back. Nothing to talk about. We all have some stuff we don’t want to remember, you know?”
    “You got that right, sugar. How’d you end up with the fuckin’ Deadly Demons Nomads?”
    “I stripped for a while in Denver then got into a messy situation, so I left. I wanted to go to a place where no one knew about me, where I could get a new start for me and…” Her voice trailed off.
    “For you and who?”
    “Just me,” she said tersely. “Anyway, I ran out of money and wanted to get here, so I hitched. Then the asshole Nomads picked me up and my nightmare began. Glad your club got me outta there. Those guys were evil, violent assholes.”
    Jax looked at her intently, his body stiff. “Did the fuckers mess with you?”
    “I told ’em I was a virgin.” She laughed dryly. “They believed me, so they left me alone, except for that asshole Viper. He made me suck him.” She grimaced at the memory.
    “That fuck! Hawk should’ve killed his ass. At least Hawk made sure he’d be singing in the boys’ choir for the rest of his life.” Jax kicked the side of the bed then sat down next to her.
    “I haven’t said this, but thank you for getting me outta that shit. I do appreciate it.” She placed her hand on his forearm. In a barely audible voice, she said, “You know, I may do dirty things but inside, I’m good.” Pointing at the Rockwell reproduction print on her wall, she continued, “I’m that girl in the poster, the one in a loving house with parents who love her and each other.” Her voice cracked.
    Wrapping his arms around her, Jax pulled her flush against him. “We are two of a kind. We’re both carrying shit from our past and were damaged by our parents.”
    “I have this empty spot inside me I can’t fill no matter what.” Tears burned behind Cherri’s eyes, and her voice was tight as she tried to keep the sobs from escaping.
    Jax placed her head on his chest. His kisses against her head were like feathers in the wind. “I can fill your emptiness, sweetness. I think it’s time you let me in.”
    With glistening eyes, she and Jax locked gazes, both of them lost and craving each other. His eyes shone with empathy. Moved by his compassion and the knowledge they were broken in some way by their pasts, she needed his touch. After sharing some of her story with him and listening to him confide his feelings to her, she desired some intimacy with him. Still keeping his gaze, she lightly trailed her fingers over his forearm; his blond hairs stood up after her fingertips passed. He licked his lips and kept his eyes on her.
    Bringing his face closer to her, she sought his. As she brushed her lips over his, his sharp, indrawn breath made her insides quiver. Pulling back, she smiled at him, his eyes misted in a fierce desire. He put his hand behind her head and guided her back toward his mouth. Leaning into him, she tilted her head as Jax pressed his soft lips against hers. His tongue swept over her mouth, probing the seam to allow entry. Parting her lips, he eagerly slipped into the minty recesses of her mouth. When her tongue met his in a swirling dance, his breathing turned into short pants. Tugging her closer to him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, and his earthy scent enveloped her. As his fingers dug into her hair, goosebumps shimmered across her skin.
    “Sweetness, I want to taste every inch of your body,” he murmured against her lips, pushing her down on the bed.