Page 15 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
Kylie:Whatcha doing?
He motioned for another shot. Blade placed it in front of him.I’m thinking about you like always. I want to be with you, feel your naked skin against mine, taste your sweet lips again.He threw back his Jack, the whiskey smooth and scorching.
Jerry:Doing shots at the club. What bout u?
Kylie:U’re at the club? Who’s with u?
He smiled. She wanted to know if he was with a club girl.Oh, yeah.
Jerry:Most of the guys & women r here.
Even though it was true, technically, he knew she’d think he meant he was with one of the whores. Making her sweat gave him a perverse pleasure. He knew he was acting like a bastard because he couldn’t have her; he wanted to punish her for her dad’s edict.
Kylie:Oh. Rosie or Wendy?
Jerry:All the whores r here.
Kylie:U’re outdoing urself. I gotta go.
He’d gone too far. He didn’t want to lose the connection to her.
Jerry:Don’t go. Like talking to u.
Kylie:Ricky just came in. We’re going to a concert. Bye. Have fun with ur women.
Then she was gone. He’d fucking blown it. She’d reached out to him, and he made her feel like shit. And why the fuck was Ricky in her room? Jerry didn’t likethatone bit. That kid was trying to get in her pants. He’d seen it that night, and he’d be damned if he’d let Ricky anywhere near Kylie’s pussy. Narrowing his eyes, Jerry decided he needed another road trip, and Crested Peak was the perfect destination.
He had to rid his mind of Kylie, and the only way he knew how to do that was to drink himself to oblivion.
He motioned for another shot.
Chapter Seven
Kylie flung herphone across the room, not giving a shit if it broke. Grinding her teeth, she stomped over to her closet and shoved her clothes aside, searching for her jean jacket while she cursed Jerry under her breath. The asshole could fuck whoever he wanted.Dad’s right—he’s such a man-whore.He didn’t even say anything nice to her, like he missed her or he’d been thinking about her. All he did was tell her he was with a bunch of women.What a bastard!She’d bet he was annoyed when he saw it was her texting him. He still thought of her as that twelve-year-old girl who had a crush on him.
She tossed her jacket on the bed and slammed the closet door shut. Pacing back and forth, Kylie berated herself for texting Jerry. She’d been missing him so much, and all she wanted was a tiny connection to him, so she’d weakened and contacted him. And he’d acted like she was a nobody! Red streaks crept across her cheeks when she replayed their “conversation.” Her stomach dropped when she pictured Jerry with Rosie’s lips around his dick and Wendy’s boobs pressed against him. He probably couldn’t wait to get rid of Kylie. That was probably why he told her about the women—he wasbusywhen she’d texted. Her ears and face felt impossibly hot.
She wasn’t stupid—weak, perhaps, but not dense. She learned her lesson: never contact Jerry again. No matter how vulnerable she felt, she’d rather die alone than ever call or text him again. She pounded her fist on her desk.Never again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.Kylie opened the door and Ricky, in blue jeans and a Megadeth T-shirt, smiled at her, raking his gaze over her form. “Hiya.”
Still fuming over Jerry, she grunted her hello and with a quick wave of her hand, gestured him to come in. With a quizzical look, he came in and leaned against her desk. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?” she snapped.
He shrugged. “You just look really pissed. Did I do something to make you mad?”
Ricky’s earnest face melted her frosty anger. It wasn’t fair to be mad at him because of the way Jerry treated her. If she were smart, she’d forget about him altogether and concentrate on Ricky, who actually liked her and treated her well. But she was pulled to Jerry—the bad boy. And why not? All her life, she’d been surrounded by them. They were exciting, sexy, and dangerous, and she’d grown up in the biker life, even though her dad shielded her from a lot of the violence and darkness that was a part of his world.
“Well, did I?” His question brought her back to the present.
She shook her head. “No. I’m sorry. I’m just having a bad moment, but it’s over. I’m ready to rock. This concert’s going to be so much fun.” As Kylie feigned an enthusiasm she didn’t feel, Ricky’s wide smile replaced his furrowed brow. “Are your friends meeting us?” She picked up her jean jacket on the bed and slid it over her black crop top.
“In the parking lot next to my car. I’m driving.”
Bending over to pick up her phone, she inspected it to see if it had broken during her fit of anger. No, it was still intact. “I’ll text Taylor, Mary, and Ari to meet us. It’s parking lot A, right?”
He nodded. “Right next to the laundry room.”
