Page 32 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
Jerry:I fuckin’ think about u all the time.
Her insides danced, and a burst of joy coursed her body.
Kylie:Is that a bad thing?
Jerry:Guess it depends on who u ask.
Kylie:I’m asking u.
Jerry:It’s a good thing. Wish u were here now.
Kylie:Me 2.
Ricky placed the basket of fries in the middle of the table. “I got some more ketchup.” He plunked down the bottle. She looked up and smiled, grabbing a fry.
Jerry:U being good?
Kylie:Define good.
“That should get him going,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?” Ricky asked.
“Nothing.” She shoved the basket closer to him. “Icannoteat all of these. I already killed the first basket. Keep them next to you.”
He laughed. “Who’re you texting?”
“A friend. We should plan on a day to go over our in-class presentation for the psych project.”
Jerry:Not fucking anyone but me. Not hanging out with asshole prick or any other fucker. Only thinking about me.
Kylie:Check on the first. Having fries with Ricky. And a HUGE check on the third. 2 out of 3 isn’t bad.
Jerry:Fries and what else?
Kylie:Just fries. Talking about psych class. U being good?
Jerry:Thinking about u, so yeah, real good.
Kylie pressed her lips together. Should she ask him if he was still fucking the club women? Would she sound too possessive?
Jerry:Gotta go. Church called.
Kylie:Say hi to my dad for me.
She knew that was a low blow, but he deserved it; he purposely didn’t bring up that he wasn’t with any women. In a perverse way, he wanted her to think everything was okay with him. Maybe it was. She guessed she didn’t have any right to tell him not to screw the club women, but then he didn’t have any right to tell her which guys she could hang around. Typical biker—no,male—double standard. She gritted her teeth.
“You okay? Your friend must’ve said something that made you mad. You look pissed.”
She shook her head. “You about done? I really have to get started on my paper.”
He seized the last fry and plopped it in his mouth. “Done.” They pushed away from the table and headed back to their dorms.
***
The next morning,after her psych class, Kylie approached Marcus. His head was bent down as he rummaged through his backpack.
“I didn’t know you were from Pinewood Springs,” she said, gasping when he jerked his head up and she saw his bruised face. It seemed like there were additional bruises besides the fat lip Jerry had given him the previous Saturday. “What happened to your face?”
