Free Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) by Chiah Wilder Page A

fuck is she doing on the strip mall project? The hottest one-night stand he’d ever had was the club’s architect? A wide smile broke out over Axe’s face as he raced his Harley toward the clubhouse. The slight gasoline fumes, waves of heat coming up from the engine, and the rush of the wind all made his heart pump. There was nothing like riding a Harley, hugging the curves and swallowing up the asphalt.
    Having the hot piece of ass who had taken his mind and dick hostage for the past week might make this one of the better summers he’d ever had. Remembering the look on her face when she recognized him made him laugh. Bet she never expected to see me in the conference room. Too fuckin’ funny.
    The Harley rolled into the clubhouse’s parking lot. Axe entered the club through the back door, making his way to Banger’s office.
    “How did the meeting go?” Banger asked as he shoved some papers on his desk to the side.
    “Not bad.” Axe then told him what had transpired earlier that morning, but he left out his acquaintance with the sexy architect. He didn’t think Banger would see the humor in it, especially since he was still pissed off at him for zoning out at church the previous day.
    “Keep an eye on those suits. Make sure they do what they’re supposed to do and they don’t pad the bill. They all think we’re dumb biker fucks. I know their kind. Watch ‘em.”
    “I’ll watch over the project real good,” Axe answered with a smirk.
    After leaving Banger’s office, Axe went to his room in the basement. The clubhouse had several club members living there. The third floor rooms were reserved for board members, but the basement had rooms for members who lived there as well as extras for visiting members or brothers who drank too much or just wanted to crash.
    Axe had lived at the clubhouse since he’d patched in eight years before. He loved being in the middle of all the action and camaraderie. There was always something going on: a pool game, the fights on TV, or a party. Being able to walk up a flight of stairs and get good pussy with one, two, or three club whores was his idea of living. Up until recently, Rosie had been his favorite fuck; she knew how to give a blowjob, and her cunt was real tight considering she’d been with many of the brothers.
    Axe knew he was one of her favorites, and she’d always come up to him whenever she saw him, hoping to have a little fun. All the women—club whores and citizens alike—were crazy about Axe and his sexual prowess. He knew the club whores appreciated that, especially. Some of the brothers just banged into them—like the women were draining holes—until they jerked off. Then they were done before the women were even heated up.
    Not Axe. He was into pleasing a woman for the time he was with her, and he did a damn good job of it. But once he was done, he’d push them away. Yeah, he was a bastard, but he didn’t pretend to be anything else. Every woman knew what they were getting before he stuck his dick in them—a great fuck, but nothing more.
    His motto with citizens was to never fuck them more than once. He found out the hard way that they read way too much into anything more. Club whores knew their place. They were there to please the brothers, no risk of any complications. But sometimes, club pussy was too familiar, boring. Then Axe would venture out into the citizens’ world and hook up with a hot-looking chick. Right up front, he’d make it perfectly clear it was a one-fuck deal. They always agreed then they’d pout or throw him attitude whenever he walked away without a backward glance. Axe hated that shit. It wasn’t like he wasn’t honest with them.
    Citizen women always thought they could change him, and that one night of fucking would blow his mind and make him bend his rules. Well, it didn’t… until he pulled a one-night stand with Baylee.
    Baylee. Her name fit her. He liked it. Axe’s brow creased; Baylee was making him bend his