Page 42 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“No. The only one I want to party with is you. When you coming home?”
“In about ten days, but I may stay longer.”
“Why?”
“My friend Ricky is missing. You met him at the spring festival. I was supposed to pick him up at his dental appointment Friday afternoon, but when I went, he wasn’t there. He’d never shown up. I found his car and it was in Lot C. The tire was slashed, but no sign of Ricky.” Her voice hitched. “I’m worried about him,” she whispered.
In his drunken state, Jerry tried to make sense of what she was saying. “Maybe he met someone and is shacking up with her for the weekend. Guys do shit like that.”I’ve done my share of waking up in different apartments with women I never remembered meeting.“I’m sure he’ll be in class tomorrow. Probably wanted a good lay before school ended.” He laughed.
“Maybe… It just isn’t like him to do this, but he did mention meeting a girl last week. I hope you’re right.” He heard her swallow like she was drinking something. “I miss you. Wish you were here with me right now.”
His dick stood at attention. “I fuckin’ miss you too, babe. I want to feel your lips on mine, and hold you tight in my arms, breathing in your scent. Do you know your hair smells amazing?”Damn. I can’t call Kylie while I’m plastered. It makes me say pansy-ass, hokey shit.
“I like this sweet and romantic side of you. You’ll have to call me when you’re drunk more often.” She laughed, each note hitting him in his cock.
“I want to be inside you.”
“I want that too,” she murmured.
The room was spinning faster around Jerry, and sweat trickled down his back. “I gotta go. I’m ready to crash. I’ll see you next week.”
“Sounds good. And Jerry? Thanks for calling.”
A funny feeling squiggled in his stomach, and he knew it wasn’t the alcohol. Pushing it down, he answered brusquely, “Yeah. See ya.” Then the connection between them was gone. His whole body buzzed. What was she doing to him? The beautiful angel was a devil in disguise, and he loved every wicked inch of her.
I’m so fuckin’ screwed.
Then he passed out.
Chapter Seventeen
Kylie’s eyes stayedglued to the classroom door, watching each person who walked through, hoping Ricky would soon come in, flashing her his boyish grin. But he didn’t. The professor closed the door and her psychology class began. As the minutes ticked by, her insides began to quiver as ice flowed through her veins. Her eyes darted from the clock to the doorway repeatedly, as though she were watching a tennis match. A sense of foreboding weaved around her, and images of worst-case scenarios tormented her.Something’s happened to him. I just know it.
When the class was over, Kylie packed up her computer, realizing she had no clue as to what had transpired during the past hour. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and heard a soft groan as it thudded against something. Whipping around, she uttered, “Sorry. I didn’t know anyone—” Her gaze scanned Marcus’s face and arms, which were covered in red scratches and a couple of small abrasions.
“Hello, Kylie.” He stared at her mouth, his voice hard and mocking.
“I didn’t see you,” she mumbled. “Sorry. What are you doing in the class?”
“I sat in to see if I want to take it next year. I’ll walk out with you.” Marcus moved close to her and the hairs on her arm stood up. Inching away, Kylie walked toward the door.
“You look like you had a rough weekend,” she said lightly.
“I did.” His small eyes bored a hole through her.
“How did you get so banged up?”
“It’s not any of your business. We don’t have that kind of relationship.” He held the door open. “Yet,” he whispered as she brushed past him.
“Uh… I gotta go to my next class. It’s in another building. See you around.”
His cold hand grabbed her wrist, and he yanked her back to him. “Let’s meet up for coffee later.”
Jerking out of his grasp, she said, “Can’t. I have a lot to do before finals next week.”
“Then I’ll walk you to your next class.”
“I thought you had Statistical Methodology.”
