Page 62 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“You know what it is yet?” Jerry asked.
“A boy.” Pride shone in the president’s eyes. He cleared his throat. “You got the routine down on the couple at the trailer park?”
“I do. They didn’t heed my warning.”
“Guess we’ll have to show them we mean business.” Banger turned to Axe. “Let’s go in my office. I don’t have much time, gotta take Belle to the doctor.” Axe stood and the two men left the room.
After a half hour, Jerry heard Banger’s powerful Harley leap to life as Axe came by the table. “He wants me to ‘talk’ to Marcus, but not kill him… yet.”
“You need help?”
“I’m good. Kylie’s coming soon. Banger wants her to file a bunch of shit on his desk. I’m outta here. Be smart, bro.”
Jerry nodded then watched Axe leave the clubhouse. Kylie was coming, and he’d have to hurt her real bad so she’d hate him. He could deal with her hate, just not her disappointment or pain. He stared out the window, waiting for her car to swing into the parking lot. A while later, he spotted it.
“Wendy. Get over here,” he called out to the club girl who was seated on a barstool. Before he’d been with Kylie, Wendy and Rosie were his favorite club whores, and he knew they were confused as to why he’d stopped asking for them.
Wendy squealed with delight and slid off the stool, marching over to him. She wore a low-cut tank top and a short, pink spandex skirt. “You want something, handsome?”
Grasping her hand, he yanked her onto his lap, facing him. She moved her face closer to kiss him, but he turned away. “No kissing.”
“Okay. I’m just glad you want me. It’s been too long.” She leaned closer to him, her tits pressed against him.
When he heard the door open, he placed his hand behind Wendy’s neck, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear, “You gonna get me a beer soon?” The effect he intended was successful, and he heard Kylie gasp. When he turned to look at her, his heart lurched. She was so beautiful in her gingham sundress and strappy sandals, her lush hair flowing around her. For a heartbeat, he locked his gaze with hers; when he saw the hurt tearing in it, the guilt churned like gasoline in his guts. She rushed down the hall, the slam of a door echoing.
Once Kylie left, Jerry gently pushed Wendy back. “Be a good girl and get me a beer.”
She wiggled off his lap. “You want it here or in your room?” Her eyes sparkled.
“Here. I’ve changed my mind.”
Her eyes widened and she cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together. “You turning this down?”
“Yeah. Another time. Now, go on and get me a beer.”
When she brought it over to him, she bent down low, her tits rubbing against him as she raked her fingernails up his arm. “Need anything else?”
He picked up the bottle. “I’m good. Thanks.” He guzzled it down, his cock hard from knowing Kylie was only a few yards away. His sweet, perfect Kylie.
After a while, his stomach grumbled and he decided to go in the kitchen to make a sandwich. He knew he should get his goddamned ass on his bike and leave, but he wanted to hang around. He wanted to see her again before he left.
On his way to the kitchen, he bumped into her as she exited Banger’s office. The softness of her skin against his arm made him want to haul her on his bike and take her with him in search of their own private island.
“I need to talk to you. Let’s go on the back porch.” She pushed past him and he followed her outside, shutting the door behind them. He leaned against the railing, watching her.
“Why are you being mean to me?” she asked softly, her bottom lip trembling.
He wanted to pull her into his arms and cover her mouth with his, but he knew he had to be the strong one. He was older, a patched member of the Insurgents; he owed his president loyalty, and he couldn’t let her fuck up her life because of him. He inhaled deeply. “I’m not being mean.”
“You keep making excuses not to see me, and I find a club girl in your lap when I come in? Have you been fucking them again?”
“You and I had a good time. You were a challenge I enjoyed conquering, but it’s time you find a younger guy. You know, a college kid who doesn’t know much about a woman.”
“You don’t want me anymore?” Her eyes glistened.
I fuckin’ crave you.“It’s just that I’m used to experienced women who really know how to pleasure a man.” Pain shot through his heart when he saw her wince at his words, her finger wiping at an unshed tear. “There’re plenty of them. I’m not the type to settle for one woman. I like easy pussy and a lot of variety—you knew that. Not looking for anything long-term. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. You’re better suited for a guy who wants the boyfriend shit.” He paused, then dealt her the final blow. “You’re not for me.”You’re the only one for me. I can’t fuckin’ get you out of my mind and heart.
Kylie sniffled, shifting from one foot to another. “So, that’s it then?” She looked down at the floor.
