Page 2 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“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.
Gritting his teeth, Jerry sprinted ahead of the group then stopped abruptly, causing the guy and Kylie to crash into him. Putting his arm around her shoulder, he glared at the young man. “I’m taking care of Kylie. Her dad would want it that way.” The guy looked Jerry up and down then rushed over to the two girls, hooking an arm around each of them.
Jerry was such a bullshitter. He knew Banger would be livid if he saw his precious daughter snuggled against Jerry’s chest. He knew she was off-limits because she was the president’s daughter, and Banger had made it a point, on more than one occasion, to let Jerry know not to get near her. Hell, Banger didn’t even want him totalkto her, but he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He was drawn to her, and even though he knew it was wrong, dangerous, and all kinds of stupid, he’d wanted Kylie so bad for far too long.
“You want to come with us to the festival?” She looked up at him, her pretty face so innocent and tempting.
I want to kiss you hard, suck your pretty tits, and ram my cock in you. I hope you’re not fuckin’ that pansy-ass prick up ahead. If you are, I’ll have to beat his ass.“Sure. Where’s it at?”
“In the quad. It’s the spring festival, and they have a band, beer, and everything.” Her gaze was wide.
He laughed and fought the urge to kiss her. She was so damned adorable.Fuck, I’m playing with fire.
“Wait up, guys.” Kylie gestured her friends to stop then looked up at Jerry. “I want you to meet some of my friends.”
“Is the asshole a friend, or boyfriend?”
“Ricky? We’re just friends. Anyway, so what if he were my boyfriend?” She raised her chin defiantly.
“I don’t give a shit, but your dad would.”
“You’re not going to tell my dad about me being tipsy, are you?”
“You’re more like drunk, babe, but no, I’m not gonna tell him.”There’s no fuckin’ way Banger’s ever gonna find out I’ve got my hands all over his daughter. Shit.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
They caught up to her friends, and Kylie introduced them to Jerry while he stared impassively at them. His thoughts were only on Kylie, and if she continued drinking at the festival, he would definitely have to carry her back to her dorm room, tuck her into bed, and give her a long, deep kiss good night.
“It’s kind of awesome you being here. I never pictured you at my college.” Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
“How come?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just think of you as being at the club.”
“So, you think of me?” he teased, clasping her shoulder tighter. “I like that.”
She punched him lightly in his side. “You know what I mean. I just picture you and all the other guys as living and breathing the club. I guess I never imagined you outside the Insurgents’ world.”
“Yeah, well, Idostep out sometimes. I wanted to say hi before I headed back to Pinewood.”I rode my ass up here to see you. Fuck, I go hard just thinking about you.“You don’t come to Pinewood Springs that often.”
“I know,” she groaned. “When I first got here, I was so homesick, but now I’m so busy with school, activities, and parties that I never seem to have time to go home and see Dad, and all of you.” She held him tighter. “I’m fucked up. I drank too much.”
“I’d have to agree, but hold on to me. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”I love the way she feels around me. Damn. I’m like a goddamned love-sick teenager.“Are we almost at the quad?”
She nodded, pointing in front of them. Jerry saw a crowd and heard the whine of the electric guitars as they approached a large, grassy area. Floodlights were installed all around. Booths scattered around the perimeter of the area, the largest boasting a neon yellow sign over it with the words “Beer Tent” printed in black. All around, students talked, laughed, and drank beer out of red plastic cups. The scent of hickory wisped around the quad, and billows of smoke rose from some of the booths as burgers sizzled on the large grills.
