Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6)
Read Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) Online
Authors: Chiah Wilder
Tags: #Fiction, #MC, #Romance
AN INSURGENTS MC ROMANCE
Chiah Wilder
Copyright © 2016 by Chiah Wilder
Kindle Edition
Editing by
Hot Tree Editing
Cover design by
Cheeky Covers
Proofreading by
Wyrmwood Editing
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Please purchase only authorized additions, and do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials.
Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I love hearing from my readers. You can email me at
[email protected]
.
Make sure you sign up for my newsletter so you can keep up with my new releases, special sales, free short stories, and other treats only available to newsletter readers. When you sign up, you will receive a FREE hot and steamy short story. Sign up at:
http://eepurl.com/bACCL1
.
Visit me on facebook at
facebook.com/Chiah-Wilder-1625397261063989
The first time Jerry saw Kylie, he was taken by her beauty and innocence, but he stayed away because she was too young.
A member of the Insurgents MC, Jerry’s life revolves around the club, his Harley, and easy sex. Women clamor for the rugged, tatted outlaw’s attention, and he obliges, but his sights are set on the pretty, young blonde who is all grown up now—sweet curves and all….
Kylie fills his thoughts, and he dreams of his fingers tangling in her glossy hair, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her full lips quivering as she comes.
Only problem is he can’t have her.
But… he can’t stop himself from craving her, and if he acts, it’ll surely cost him
everything.
His resistance is waning….
Kylie McDaniels is the pretty daughter of Banger—President of the Insurgents MC.
She grew up in the outlaw biker world, but her father shielded her from the dark side of it, and she still has an innocence he prefers she keep. Banger is very protective of his daughter, and he’s made up his mind that she won’t fall in love with a biker, especially Jerry.
She’d listen to her father, but the hot, muscular biker makes her want to do some not so innocent things.
Her insides melt, and her brain turns to mush whenever he looks at her with his hungry, brown eyes.
Damn. Why does he have to be so sexy?
As Kylie maneuvers her budding sexuality and attraction to Jerry while trying to stay on the good side of her dad, someone is out there watching her, waiting to make his move. He’s come for retribution, and Kylie is the pawn in his scheme. Will Jerry be able to stop the madman before he strikes?
Can their forbidden love survive the chaos of the world around them?
The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Jerry and Kylie’s love story. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers!
The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Previous Titles in the Series:
Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1
Jax’s Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2
Chas’s Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3
Axe’s Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 4
Banger’s Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 5
Excerpt from Throttle’s Seduction
Mid-March
Red Rocks University
Crested Peak, Colorado
H
e stood in
the shadows behind a bush, staring intently at the second-floor window. A glimpse of her made his heart race and he licked his lips, ripping off the dry skin with his front teeth. She was so damn beautiful. When he’d decided to seek her out, he had no idea how pretty and innocent she was. Since she was the daughter of the president of the Insurgents MC, he’d figured she’d look tough and used-up. But she was an angel with blonde hair that touched the top of her ass, rounded tits that would fit perfectly in his hands, and big blue eyes that sparkled with innocence.
He inhaled sharply. Seeing her had changed his plans somewhat. Watching her come and go for the past several weeks, he’d grown attached to her. As crazy as it sounded, he wanted to get to know her, become a part of her world.
“Mary, come on up. Taylor and I aren’t ready yet!” Kylie yelled out her dorm window.
The girl she’d called to bounced up the flight of concrete stairs, then entered the three-story, Gothic-style building. It had taken some time for him to find which dorm Kylie lived in. The university had more than fifteen thousand students, but he’d persevered until he found her. She lived with a dark-haired roommate—Taylor—in room number 222, on the second floor in the middle of the hall. A perfect location for him to watch her as she sat at her desk and studied, glanced down at her phone, or just stared out the window at the distant Rockies, a wistful glimmer in her eyes.
The man had been driven to find her, hate and retribution fueling him on, but then he saw her and his pants grew tight, and he knew his plan had changed. He buried himself further in the bush when the large wooden doors of the building opened and Kylie, Taylor, and Mary filed out, laughing and talking like young college students do. He breathed out when the trio passed by the greenery which hid him. The scent of vanilla, lavender, and patchouli lingered as they scurried down the brick path. Not knowing which aroma belonged to his Kylie—he’d started thinking of her as
his
—the young man made a note to find out.
Slipping out from his hiding place, he shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance as he followed the women. Each time Kylie’s hips swayed, his dick twitched more, and he willed himself to focus on his goal.
A broad-shouldered young man approached the girls. “Hey, Ricky.” The slight breeze carried Kylie’s sweet voice.
“Hey. What’re you guys up to?” he asked.
“We’re going to grab a burger at University Café, then check out the show for Thursday Thrills.” Kylie moved closer to Ricky. Her stalker growled when he saw her arm rub against the college boy.
“There’s a hypnotist. Everyone’s raving about him. Want to join us?” Mary asked.
He watched as the three women flirted and fawned over Ricky, who kept staring at Kylie in a way that made his blood boil.
Note to self—Ricky’s fucking history!
“Sure, why not?” Ricky looped his arm with Kylie’s and the four students ambled toward the café.
Wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, the man leaned against the wall of the Student Center. He’d wait—he
had
to. He wanted to make sure Ricky Fuckface didn’t spend the night with Kylie. She was his, and no one would take her away from him. Just thinking about running his hands through her silky hair and touching her skin—he imagined it would be soft as velvet—made his dick jab hard against his jeans. It wasn’t time yet, but soon he’d have her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her tight heat. Their fucking would be sweet and nasty, and she’d cry out his name as she came all over his cock.
Then he’d hurt her real bad. Maybe even cut her delicate throat.
He had to.
Retribution sucked sometimes.
April
Crested Peak, Colorado
J
erry leaned against
the trunk of the evergreen as he watched Kylie and her three friends amble on the sidewalk. Her hair shone in the moonlight like liquid gold, and he sucked in his breath when she threw her head back and laughed, covering her lips with her hand. He knew her lips well; he’d been studying them for the past three years. He loved the way she’d lick the sugar off them whenever she ate the donuts in the club’s kitchen. So many times he’d wished he were those granules on her lips as her pink tongue had skimmed over them.
Kylie stopped and checked her phone, the glow of it casting a white sheen over her face. “Ari says she’s going to meet us,” she said, then giggled uncontrollably. The other two women started laughing with her, and then all three bent over, holding their stomachs, laughing and gasping for air.
A smile brushed over Jerry’s lips.
She’s fuckin’ plastered.
His amusement quickly turned to anger when he saw the guy, who’d been walking with them, wrap his arm around her as she leaned in to him, swaying and stumbling. She didn’t seem like she cared that the young man’s hand slowly rode up her shirt, but Jerry cared. He cared a whole fucking lot.
Pushing off the tree trunk, he came up behind her. “Kylie,” he said in a low, deep voice. From the way she jumped at her name, he knew he’d startled her. She whirled around and peered at him, her face blank, her eyes narrowed. Then a broad smile rolled over her mouth and recognition dawned on her face.
“Jerry! I didn’t recognize you because… you’re
here.
What are you doing on campus?” Her eyes didn’t quite focus on his.
“I came up to visit some friends who live near the university. I thought I’d come by and see you.” His gaze roamed up and down her body, and when it landed on the guy’s hand, ferocity replaced softness. “How are you?”
“Great.” She pushed the man’s hand away and Jerry smiled, letting his eyes linger on her mouth. Her plump lips shone under the full moon, and he imagined her gloss tasted like cotton candy or watermelon. How he yearned to taste those lips.
“That’s good.” Jerry leaned in close and caught a whiff of lavender as it wafted around him, landing on his dick. With his fingers, he brushed her hair back from her face, soft like a whisper.
She looked up at him and blinked. “You’re so sweet.” She pressed against him. “You made a special trip to say hi to me.” She curled her arm around his neck, pulling him down toward her. “Thanks,” she breathed, her lips grazing his ear.
Fuck!
Jerry looped his arms around her small waist and held her close, loving the way she felt in his arms. He’d fantasized about holding her for too long. With her long, silky hair, round tits, and curvy hips, she was his perfect wet dream. And what the hell was up with the way his nerves were sparking? He’d held a ton of women before, but he never felt this connected, this emotional with any of them. Then again, none of them were Kylie.
“Hey, are you coming with us?” one of the young women asked.
“Who’s the hot guy you have wrapped around you?” the other woman said.
Kylie pulled away from Jerry, but he reached out and grabbed her as she nearly fell. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he rasped against her ear. She giggled.
The other guy took hold of her hand and tugged her to him. “Let’s go.” He began walking away from Jerry with a swaying Kylie in tow.
