Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) (3 page)

Then she rubbed her soft tits against him, and it was as if a hot poker jabbed him. His cock strained against his jeans. “You’re killing me, Kylie,” he muttered against her mouth.

“Am I?” she whispered back, her breath scorching his skin.

He was ready to slam her onto the bed, peel off her clothes, and lavish kisses all over her ripe and tempting body. Remembering she was his president’s daughter, who was very drunk, he reluctantly broke away. Jerry’s eyes locked with hers as he rose to his feet. “You don’t know how fucking hard this is, but I gotta leave. Now.” His gaze rested on her lips, swollen from their kiss, and he ached to return to her arms. “You gonna be okay?”

She nodded, and in the moonlight he spotted the heated flush from her arousal. Swallowing hard, he rasped, “See you next time you come to Pinewood Springs. Take care of yourself.” He grabbed the jacket he’d thrown on her desk chair and dashed out of her room, making sure the door was locked. His hard-as-shit dick punched against his zipper, and he knew it’d be a fucking long four hours before he’d be back home. Slipping his hands into his leather gloves, he revved up his Harley and zoomed out of the university’s parking lot.

K
ylie woke up
the following morning and groaned when she moved her head. The pain was like a jackhammer plunging through concrete, and it was relentless. When she opened her eyes, another wave of piercing pain like shards of glass poking the backs of her eyeballs assaulted her, and she licked her dry lips, hating the way the desert had overtaken her mouth.
Why the fuck did I drink so much of that cheap, shitty beer?
She laid her arm over her throbbing eyelids, trying to block out the light in her dorm room.

The previous night, she’d drunk more than she ever had since coming to the university. Whatever had possessed her to have had so much beer? She groped the nightstand next to her bed, searching for the bottled water she always kept on it. Finding it, she sat up, her body screaming, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed a long gulp. Relief coated her parched mouth and throat. Setting the water back down, she glanced at Taylor’s bed. Small snores filled the room as her roommate slept.

Easing back down, Kylie covered her eyes again, the pressure making them feel a tad better. She replayed the previous night’s events in her mind, and she knew the reason she’d drunk so much—Jerry. She’d been shocked when she’d seen him in her space, and at first she’d thought he’d come up just to see her, but when he’d told her he had friends in the area he was visiting, a tinge of disappointment had weaved through her. She’d chided herself on her silliness. After all, they’d known each other for many years, and he was used to older, more experienced women. But during the night, she’d caught him looking at her as more than a friend, and when he’d danced close to her, his hardness pressed against her, pleasure had battled with the urge to flee far away from him.

Then he’d helped her back to her dorm, patiently putting up with her nonsensical chatter and giggles she hadn’t been able to control. When he’d tucked her in bed, she’d been so overcome with tenderness that she’d kissed him gratefully, never expecting his response. It was like she’d unleashed a powerful caged beast, and she’d loved it. The way he kissed her still made her flush heatedly and her toes curl. And just when she’d thought her heart was going to burst, he’d broken away and left her. She winced as she recalled the punch to her pride. He’d probably been drunk the previous night as well, and when he realized he’d been kissing her instead of one of his slutty women who knew how to fuck, he’d recognized his mistake and freaked out. Her chest hitched and she rubbed her temples in a vain effort to banish those thoughts.

With a sigh, Kylie forced herself up and into the bathroom. She jumped into the shower, resting her forehead against the cold fiberglass wall. As the cool water washed over her, she began to feel better, gripping her stomach as it growled. Thinking a donut and a cup of strong black coffee would hit the spot, she finished getting ready then headed to the snack bar at the Student Center.

The snack bar was quiet, with only a few students scattered at the different tables. Sundays were usually like a ghost town during the morning and afternoon hours, only coming to life in the evenings after a night of partying had worn off. Kylie sat at a table for two, a few feet away from the window and the bright sunlight. Sipping her coffee, she leaned back, feeling much better. She took out her phone and noticed a text. Opening it, her stomach lurched when she saw it was from Jerry. She’d plugged in his phone number a couple years back when he’d called on her dad’s phone about club business. For a split second, she racked her brain trying to remember if she’d given him her number the previous night. It was such a jumbled puzzle, bits and pieces fitting in different spaces of her memory; it was very possible she’d given it to him. Looking back down, she read his text.

Jerry:
How’re u feeling?

Kylie:
Like shit. Drank 2 much!

Jerry:
U think???

Kylie:
Cute. Don’t tell my dad. K?

Jerry:
Now I have something to blackmail u with.

Kylie bit into her donut, loving the burst of deliciousness from the icing. She licked the small flakes off her lips, took another sip of coffee, and returned to texting.

Kylie:
Blackmail? What do u want from me?

A very long pause ensued. She laid her phone on the table and promptly finished her donut and coffee. A ping drew her attention back to her phone.

Jerry:
Sorry bout last night. I drank too much too. I didn’t mean anything by it.

Kylie sucked in her breath as fluttering butterflies made her stomach queasy.
I knew he probably thought I was someone else.
Her skin crawled and bitterness invaded her thoughts.

Kylie:
What did u do? I was so drunk. I remember u helping me to my dorm, but nothing past that. Am I missing something?

Another long pause. Her insides quivered.

Jerry:
Nah.

Kylie:
Thx for helping me. :)

Jerry:
Ya. So u don’t remember anything after getting to your room?

She pressed her lips together and reread his text a few times before replying.

Kylie:
No. Did I do something embarrassing?

Jerry:
Not at all. No worries.

Kylie:
I gotta go. It was fun hanging with u. See ya.

Jerry:
Later.

Kylie let out a long breath, having held it in since he’d alluded to their kiss. Oh, that wonderful, sexy, panty-melting kiss. No boy had ever kissed her like that, not that she’d had many guys around. With her dad being so protective, she was surprised she’d even been allowed to date in high school. She had Cara to thank for that. Her dad had a soft spot for the woman because she was such a good cook, and she’d been the one to catch Hawk, so he’d listened to her when she told him to let Kylie go to the school dances. If it hadn’t been for Cara, she never would’ve been able to convince her dad to let her come to Red Rocks University.

She smiled when she thought of her dad. They’d been through a lot after her mother’s death, and during her teenage years, but they were super close and she loved him dearly. Now that he was married to Belle, she hoped he’d ease off on being her guard dog when it came to men, especially the Insurgents brothers. Belle had already stood up for her twice when Kylie came up during President’s Day weekend and had been at the club, flirting with Jerry and Rock. Banger had been livid, but Belle had convinced him it was only natural for Kylie to feel comfortable with the brothers since she’d grown up with the majority of them. He’d softened under Belle’s soothing voice, but Kylie knew her dad still had his eyes on her and Jerry.

And Jerry had always made her insides melt, ever since she’d first laid eyes on him when he came to the MC as a prospect. How could she
not
notice him? He was a powerfully built man of over six feet, with sandy hair, large brown eyes, muscles that could rival any Greek Adonis, and enticing tattoos curling around his biceps, forearms, and ripped chest. Looking at him made her drool, and with the way the club and party girls checked him out, she knew they were drooling as well. Jerry had been a patched member for a little over two years, and he’d told her during one of their talks at the clubhouse that he was saving his back for the Insurgents logo—the one a member earned after being with the brotherhood for ten years.

If Kylie were honest, she’d had a major crush on Jerry since he’d first walked through the doors of the Insurgents’ clubhouse. It became worse when she entered high school, and when she’d hit sixteen, she’d noticed
him
noticing
her
. Fantasizing about him had filled up many teenage nights. When she’d turned eighteen, his flirting and roaming eyes had gone into full gear, and she’d find as many excuses as her dad would believe to go to the clubhouse.

The times she’d come into the great room to see one of the club whores—usually Wendy or Rosie—wrapped around Jerry, his face stuffed in her tits, ignited a burning in the pit of her stomach. Then she’d go home, cry, and start comparing herself to the women who held his attention. She’d always come to the same conclusion—he liked women who had big breasts, hardly wore any clothes, would screw him on command, and worked their mouths, hands, and hips like a pro, and she was
so
out of his league. But even when he was lip-locked with a woman, he’d stare at her as she padded through the great room, and within five minutes, he’d stroll into the kitchen, flashing her a big smile, and their flirtation would begin anew.

She’d lost count of how many times her dad had told her that Jerry was nothing but a man-whore, and he didn’t like the way he looked at her one bit. A funny feeling twisted her insides when Banger would tell her about how Jerry was crushing on her. One afternoon, when she was eighteen and a senior in high school, her dad had caught her flirting with Jerry, her crossed leg touching his. He’d gone ballistic, throwing the biker against the wall before lashing out at her. When he’d lifted himself off the floor, Jerry had zipped out of the kitchen. For the next week she’d been grounded, and Jerry had been made off-limits for her natural life, but it didn’t stop her fantasies over the sexy biker.

Kylie shuddered, thinking about what her father would do to Jerry and her if he could see the way she’d shamelessly enjoyed his kiss the previous night. She knew her dad trusted her, and she didn’t want to betray him, but the way Jerry kissed and held her made her want more.

“Hey,” a male voice said behind her.

Withdrawing from her musings, Kylie pivoted to see who the bearer of the penetrating voice was. A man of medium height and dark brown hair and eyes came into view. She glanced at him, trying to determine if she knew him, but her mind was a blank.

“We met last night. At the spring festival.” He plopped into the empty seat across from her.

She frowned. “I don’t remember.” Then she turned away, dismissing him.

“Sure you do. You were eating a burger, and I came by and told you how pretty you looked. I’ve seen you around campus. You’re in my political science class.” He smiled, and she noticed his bottom teeth were crooked.

Poking her tongue lightly into her cheek, she inhaled a long breath. “Sorry, I don’t remember. I had too much to drink.”

He snorted. “Yeah, seemed like it. How do you like Dr. Reagan’s class?”

“It’s okay. I’m not that interested in the subject, but I wanted to get the requirement out of the way. What about you?”

“I spend most of the class staring at you, so I’m not sure what the fuck is going on.”

She squirmed in her chair. The guy looked older than a sophomore, and he was definitely giving out creep-vibes. She didn’t want to chat or get to know him. She scooted her chair back, trying to create some distance. “Nice talking to you, but I gotta do some homework. See you around.”

The man extended his hand. “I’m Marcus. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Ignoring the offer, she rubbed her neck. “I’m Kylie,” she muttered.

He stared at her. “I know.”

“Gotta go.” She whipped around and strode out of the snack bar, quickly crossing the grassy area to the West Hall dorms.

When she walked into her room, she saw her roommate sitting up on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on her knees, head in her hands. “That was me this morning,” Kylie said as she shrugged off her black cardigan.

“I got so fucking wasted last night,” Taylor moaned, motioning to the water bottle on her desk. “Can you bring it to me?”

Kylie handed her the bottle then sat on the bed opposite her friend. “It was fun, though.”

“I had a fucking blast.” She took a big gulp of water, groaning when she tipped her head back. “Do you have any aspirin?”

“Yeah. Wait a sec.” Kylie padded to the bathroom, spilled out two tablets from the aspirin bottle, and placed them in Taylor’s hand.

“Thanks.” She swallowed them with another gulp of water. “So, who the hell was that hot guy you were attached to all night? He was so damn good-looking. Is he a senior?”

Laughing, Kylie said, “He doesn’t go here. He’s a friend from back home.”

“Where have you kept a hunk like that hidden during the times I went to Pinewood Springs with you?”

“He’s actually a member of my dad’s motorcycle club. I’ve known him since I was like, twelve. We chat and stuff when I’m at home.”

“What does ‘and stuff’ mean? Have you guys had sex? I’ll be super pissed at you if you have and didn’t tell me about him.”

Kylie waved her hand. “No. No way. I could never do that. My dad would fucking kill him then send me to a convent for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously? Damn, the story gets better all the time. Why does your dad care if he’s a biker? I mean, your dad’s one too, so what’s the big deal?”