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

rule. He wanted to fuck her again in the worst way. The way she pretended everything was cool that morning, even though he saw her eyelids twitching, told him she was bothered by him, and that made him hornier than hell.
    A soft knock on his door broke in on his thoughts.
    “Come in.”
    Rosie entered, wearing short-shorts and a crop top that revealed the underside of her ample tits.
    “Hiya. You been doin’ okay? You haven’t been paying any attention to me.” She jutted out her lower lip in a sensual pout.
    “Been busy, that’s all.” He looked at her hot body, a jolt of arousal shooting through him.
    “Need some company?” Rosie sat down next to him, her hand moving up his arm. “Looks like you need me to help you out a bit.” She smiled broadly as her eyes lingered on his dick.
    Fuck, I’m pitching a tent. He turned sideways and took in her earnest face, thinking he should have her kneel in front of him and suck him off. He had a willing, hot woman wanting to have sex with him, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to rationalize it. What the hell was the matter with him?
    “Nah. I’m good.”
    Perplexed, Rosie licked her lips as she stared at him. “Did I do something to make you mad at me?”
    He laughed. “No. It’s nothing personal. I still think you’re hot and all that, it’s just that I got a lot on my mind right now.” He rubbed his palms against his jeans. Like wishing Baylee were here instead of you, begging me to fuck her. Damn, just remembering her hands tied and my mouth on her taut, soft skin makes me want to blow my load. Fuck!
    “So, we’re still good?”
    “If you’re asking if I still want to fuck you, then yeah, we’re still good. I just don’t wanna do it now.” At least not with you .
    “Why not?”
    “Shit, Rosie, I just don’t. Get outta my room and find a brother to cool down your horny ass. Stop asking me questions. Go on, get outta here.”
    Rosie stood, then ran her hand through his dark hair. He inhaled sharply.
    “Sure you don’t want something, baby? Tonight’s gonna get crazy with some of the out-of-state members. I’m gonna be real busy.” She raked her nails down his neck. “Right now, you got me all to yourself. I don’t have to be anywhere for at least a few hours.”
    “I’m sure.” He pushed her hand away. What in the hell am I saying? “I gotta get back downtown.”
    He rose from the bed, pulled down his t-shirt, and walked toward the bathroom. “Close the door on your way out,” he said.
    In the bathroom, he stared at his reflection. His dick was impossibly hard, and he’d have to get it down before he went back to confront Baylee. “You coulda fixed your dick with Rosie. She was a sure thing,” he said to his reflection. Running his hand through his hair, he turned on the shower. Baylee was a sure thing, too. She was different, and unlike anyone he’d been with, but women didn’t say no to him.
    A couple more fuck sessions oughta do it for him. She was worth bending his rules. When he was finished, he’d leave her satisfied and ruined for any other man.
    With a grin on his face, he stepped into the shower.
    *     *     *
    Baylee glanced at the clock on the wall above her desk. It was already five o’clock. The time had flown by so fast. Once she got over the shock of seeing him , the knot in her stomach untied, especially as the day progressed and there was still no sign of Axe. The night they’d spent together, she’d pegged him right—he was definitely a one-time deal with women. She’d bet he never went out with the same woman twice. He hadn’t even attempted to follow her when she’d rushed out after the meeting. She’d worried herself sick for most of the day. How silly. They were two people whose worlds happened to collide for a work project. Nothing more. No big deal.
    “So, your name’s Baylee,” a deep voice said.
    She whirled toward the doorway and saw him filling it, in all his muscular