Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) (18 page)

As she shuffled to it, she prayed it wouldn’t be Marcus. Something just wasn’t right with him. She’d told the cops about all the scratches on his face and arms, and had added that they’d appeared after Ricky had gone missing. He definitely hadn’t had them the class prior to Ricky’s disappearance.

She opened the door and let out a huge breath as all tension flowed out of her. Jerry, in his tight blue jeans and black T-shirt stretched across his toned chest, crushed her to him, cocooning her in his strong arms. Tears formed behind her eyes, and she clung to her inked rescuer like a drowning person beneath a wave.

“Shh… I’m here now.” The movement of his fingers rubbing small circles on her back fused her connection to him. “I know you’re upset, and I feel like shit that I can’t do something for you.”

“You have,” she said against his chest. “You’re here.”

He walked her back into her room and over to the cushy chair by the window, sitting down and settling her onto his lap. Warmth spread throughout her as he held her close. Nestling her head under his chin, they sat like that until twilight erased the colors of the day. Sitting upright, she looked at Jerry, whose eyes shimmered with tenderness. His brown orbs pulled her in and she pressed her lips to his, kissing him fervently, never wanting to break away. He responded, and his tongue swirled around hers in a frantic dance which ignited sparks of desire through her.

“I want you so bad,” she murmured against his wet lips.

“You sure? I mean, you’re upset and all that.” His hard-as-granite bulge prodding the backside of her thigh told her he wanted it as much as she did.

Knowing how hard he was for her made the ache deepen between her legs. She wanted to block off all thoughts and only
feel
. She craved to be lost in his arms, feel his lips on her body, and explode into a million pieces with his dick inside her. She needed to forget about Ricky, if only for one breathless night. “I’m sure.” She kissed him deeply, and his guttural moan shimmied from her hardened nipples down to her curled toes.

Leaning back, Jerry gazed at her lustfully. “Let’s get a room.” His mouth trailed down her neck, peppering it with light kisses that tickled and teased her skin.

“I just have a couple things I need to do before we can leave. I want to call Taylor and give her the heads-up that I won’t be home.” As she finished an assignment for her Spanish class, he watched an episode of
Beavis and Butt-Head
on his phone, his low laughter twining around her.

After finishing her homework, she went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She turned the water on while she began to undress. A knock on the door startled her, and she opened it. Jerry leaned against the doorframe.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Taking a quick shower.”

He pulled her to him and buried his face in her hair. “We can do that at the motel,” he rasped. Sucking in her breath, she simply nodded, butterflies swarming in her stomach.

She swallowed. “Okay. Just need to pack a few items then I’m good to go.” He kissed the top of her head and sauntered back to the chair.
We’re going to take a shower together? Oh, my God!
For a second, a pang of guilt pricked her heart as she thought of Ricky and where he might be at that moment. Then she heard Jerry’s voice, muffled by the closed door, asking if she were almost ready. Pushing down all thoughts and feelings of guilt, she ran a brush through her hair and went out to meet her lover.

The sign for the Silver Spruce Motel was neon blue and had a flashing pink arrow under the name, pointing to the parking lot in front of the lobby and the two stories of rooms. Tourists loved the motel because of the large pool, the all-you-can-eat breakfasts, and the friendly staff. The university students’ parents stayed there when they visited, but when the college students wanted a place away from the scrutiny of campus security, they stayed at the inexpensive and tacky Wildflower Inn by the interstate.

Jerry pushed the card key in the door, and Kylie scratched at a dry patch on her forearm as her stomach kept rolling over. The cold air from the AC blasted out from the dark room, and it seemed like she was walking into a cave. Jerry flipped on the light switch and a yellow glow bathed the room, a king-sized bed set in the middle. Glancing at it, her stomach rolled again. Stiffly, she walked over to the dresser, set her purse down on it, then just stood there, rubbing her hands down her jeans’ legs.

“This is a nice room, huh?” Jerry said, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. He kicked off his boots and sat on the edge of the bed. Kylie saw him look at her, and she averted her eyes and stared at a stain on the carpet that was half-hidden by the dresser. She jumped when his arms wrapped around her; she hadn’t heard him come over.

“No need to be nervous.” He tilted her head back and gently kissed her lips. “Let’s sit down for a bit, okay?”

“I want to wash up first. I’ll be right out.” She twisted out of his embrace and scurried to the bathroom, closing the door. Leaning her forehead against it, she breathed heavily, chiding herself for being so foolish.
It’s not like you haven’t slept with him. What’s the matter with you? You want to be with him.
She didn’t want him to think she was acting like a child. He was used to experienced women who knew how to make a guy feel great, and she
was
inexperienced.

“Kylie?” His low voice outside the door made her jump.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

A short pause then she heard the door knob jangle. “Open up.”

“Why?”

Another pause. “Because I’m telling you to.”

She placed her hand on the knob and froze.

“Babe, come on and let me in. I want to see you. This is crazy.”

Even though she agreed, her stomach was doing major gymnastics, and a cold sweat had broken out over her skin. “Kylie, come on.” His voice was as soft as a feather, and she slowly turned the knob. He stood on the other side, concern covering his face. “What’s going on, babe?”

She shrugged and looked down, fascinated with the herringbone pattern on the tile floor. His hand cupped her chin and he brought her head up, his eyes staring intently into hers. “Tell me what’s wrong. You can’t get your friend off your mind?”

Turning away, she shook her head, then nodded, then shrugged. Jerry drew her close to him. “You have second thoughts about us being here?” Her head waggled while she pulled at a hangnail on her pinky. “You don’t want to be with me?”

“I do,” she said in a barely audible voice.

“Well, that’s good, because I want to be with you too. You know I’d never hurt you, right? We can go real slow, if that’s what you want.”

“I want to be just like the women you fuck at the club. I want to please you the way they do.”

He shook his head. “You’re nothing like they are. I like you the way you are, and baby, you please me real good. Better than all the club whores put together.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. Damn. I wouldn’t want you to be like them. I like that I’m your first man. Haven’t you been thinking about me?”

“A lot.”

“Me too. And isn’t this what you’ve been imagining while you’ve been sitting through your classes?”

She nodded.

“This is what you and I have been wanting since the last time I was here.”

“I know.” Silence spread around them.

He cleared his throat. “You’re too tense.” He rubbed her small shoulders with his large hands, and she moaned in pleasure as he massaged her stiff muscles. After several minutes, he whispered in her ear, “You want to take a long, hot shower? It’ll make you feel better.”

She bobbed her head up and down then watched him walk over to the tub and turn on the water, checking the temperature with his hand. “Nice and warm.” He smiled and she melted. He padded over to her and kissed her then tugged his T-shirt over his head, his broad chest adorned with colorful ink, enticing her. When he unzipped his jeans, his biceps flexed and the ink on them danced. Kylie sucked in her lower lip when he slid his pants down over his tanned skin, around the curve of his hips, his ass, and past his corded legs. In the bathroom, with the mega-watt lightbulbs across the mirror, he looked like a sculpture she’d seen photos of in her European renaissance history class.

Without thinking, she reached out and traced his toned muscles with her fingernail, grazing across his erect nipple. She leaned over and licked the small peak then circled her tongue around it. “Fuck,” he rasped under his breath. She ran her hands down his chiseled arms, coming up under them then lightly scratching his sides until she landed on his perfectly round and firm ass. Grasping his cheeks, she squeezed them, her nails digging into his taut flesh. He groaned and pushed into her, his hard, thick dick jabbing her in the ribs. When she twined her hand around it, she was surprised how warm and hard it was, like a hot poker. She moved her hand up and down and he growled, gently untangling it from his pulsing hardness.

She blinked rapidly. “Did I do something wrong? You didn’t like it?”

His brown eyes smoldered as he slowly looked her up and down, lingering on her mouth. “I like it too fuckin’ much, and I don’t wanna come yet. You got me all fired up, babe. Now take your clothes off for me.” The water was still running, so Kylie hurriedly whipped her top off. “Slowly,” he ordered.

Kylie undid her jeans and lowered them inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. A hazy lust shone in his as he watched her peel off her clothes. She stood before him in a sheer green bra and matching bikini panties, her smooth lips straining against the fabric. “Touch your tits,” he breathed. She cupped her breasts, loving the way his hard dick twitched and throbbed because of her. Her stiff nipples pushed against the sheer bra, and Jerry whistled softly under his breath. “Take your bra off. Nice and slow.”

She unhooked her bra, and before she could slide it off, he was next to her, his fingers looped around the straps on her shoulders, his hardness poking her. With deliberation, he slipped it down her shoulders and arms then bent down, took an aching bud into his mouth, and sucked it.
Holy shit!
Jolts of pleasure zigzagged through her body as she felt dampness in her panties.

He reached down and kneaded her quivering pussy. “I can feel how wet you are. Fuck.”

Her body tightened, and she willed herself not to come. It seemed that every time he touched her she went off like a rocket, and she wanted to slow it down and savor their bodies touching one another’s, skin to skin. “The water’s still running,” she said against his shoulder.

“Turn around and take off your panties,” he ordered.

With her back to him, she slid them down her toned legs and they landed on the floor, pooled around her ankles. “Open your legs a bit, then bend down and pick them up.” She complied, and her ass cheeks spread open as her wet pussy was fully exposed. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said huskily. She picked up her undies and turned around, his hungry eyes making her blush.

“Give them to me.” Jerry held out his hand, and she placed her crumpled panties in it. Bringing them to his nose, he breathed in deeply. “So sweet and tempting,” he said as he placed them on the fake marble counter and tugged her to him. Kissing her deeply, he nudged her toward the tub. She saw him bend down and take a foil package out of the pocket of his jeans before parting the shower curtain and helping her into the bathtub.

The warm water felt good, and Jerry stepped in behind her and drew her back against him, reaching for the soap. After unwrapping the package, he lathered up his hands and rubbed them over her neck, shoulders, and tits, tweaking her hard beads each time he massaged the soap over her breasts. It felt amazing, and all the doubts she’d had earlier dissolved. She leaned back and let herself enjoy the sensations coursing through her. His soapy hands kneaded under her tits, then down to her ribs and belly, and all while his hard dick pressed against the small of her back. To her disappointment, he bypassed her pussy, instead washing her thighs in a slow, circular pattern. She dropped her head back, pillowing it against his shoulder, and moaned.

He kissed her jawline while his hands continued soaping her body. Pushing her forward a bit, he kissed and nipped the back of her neck for several seconds, then moved to her shoulders as he soaped her sides. She was in shower heaven, and thought she’d never be able to take one again without reliving every moment she was experiencing with him.

Jerry ran his hands down her back until they landed on her rounded ass. He grunted when his soapy hand massaged her cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He ran a finger down her ass and she jumped, not expecting him to touch her in such an intimate way. “You don’t like that?” he whispered in her ear as his finger played with her crack.

“I don’t know. It feels funny having you touch me there.”

“I’ll stop if you want me to.”

She didn’t want him to. For reasons she couldn’t articulate, she
loved
him playing with her ass, but she was shy to tell him. It was too nasty. What would he think of her? He’d told her earlier he was glad that she wasn’t like the club girls, so if he knew she loved what he was doing to her, he’d think she was slutty. “Okay. Maybe we can do that another time.” Much to her disappointment, he moved his finger away.

He turned her around and kissed her passionately under the shower as the water ran along their faces. Breaking away, their gazes locked and he ran his hand down her neck, brushing his thumb against her collarbone. Cupping her tit, he said hoarsely, “You fucking turn me on. I can’t get enough of you.”

Smiling, Kylie took the soap from the dish and lathered her hands, skimming them over his pecs, abs, and the defined “V” that led to his impossibly hard dick. “Don’t touch it,” he said as he moved her hands in another direction.

“Why?”

“We’re not ready for that yet.” He guided her hands onto his back, and she marveled at how sculpted it was.

She’d always thought Jerry was hot, but she’d never imagined he’d look like this. She knew he did martial arts, something they’d had in common when she’d started training in high school, so she figured he was fit. Kylie had the training to thank for her toned body, but she never thought he’d look like a damn Greek god. She’d only seen him once without his shirt before they’d slept together, and it was when she’d walked into the great room one day looking for her father. Wendy had been on his lap, running her talons down his bare back while he sucked on one of her big breasts. When he’d heard Kylie bump into the barstool, he’d looked over, his face turning white when he realized it was her. He’d shoved Wendy off his lap and jumped up, and that’s when she’d seen his magnificent chest. She’d ogled him, barely able to keep the drool from running down her chin. From the way he’d smiled and winked, he’d known the impact his body had on her. Embarrassed, she’d muttered something stupid and stumbled away. For a very long time, Jerry and his naked chest had been the fodder for her fantasies and explorations of her body.