Page 54 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“I need to talk to you.” Throttle’s gruff voice broke the connection between them.
“What about?” Jerry asked, his gaze still on Kylie’s face.
Throttle stood from the table and jerked his head to the area where the pool tables were. He started to walk away. Jerry rose from his chair and followed him to the corner of the room. Before he could say anything, Throttle shoved his face a couple of inches from his and snarled, “What the fuck is going on between you and Kylie?”
Jerry stepped back. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me. I see the way you’re looking at each other.”
“We’ve always talked and flirted with each other. It’s no big deal.”
“Bullshit. This is different. You both seem too familiar with each other. Shit, man, you’re fucking her with your eyes. Do you know what a goddamned idiot you are for messin’ with her?”
Jerry shoved Throttle away. “Keep outta my business.” He stormed off, but paused in the doorway. “I got shit to do. Tell me when you guys are ready for dinner. It was nice seeing you, Kylie.” He turned around quickly and left the room, taking the steps two at a time. There was no way he wanted to see the hurt look in Kylie’s eyes. They’d talk later, but he had to get away from her before he did something he’d regret.
He closed the door to his old room, where he’d been crashing for the previous three nights since the landlord had decided to paint all the apartments in the complex where he lived. He stared at the rain as it soaked the ground, his body aching from unfulfilled desire.
Jerry didn’t hear her come in, only felt the brush of nails against his lower back. Wendy and Rosie often came down to pay him a visit, and he was so not in the mood to explain why he didn’t want to fool around. “Wendy, not now.” Then a sweet, familiar scent drifted around him and he spun around, crushing Kylie against him. He wanted to be part of her—not just inside her but all around her. Twisting in his arms and arching her body, she sought to get free. “Why you pulling away from me?” he said as his mouth tried to capture hers.
“You thought I was Wendy? Does she just drop by your room all the time? Fuck, why wouldn’t you think it was me? You’re still with all the… girls, aren’t you?” Her blue eyes clawed at him like talons.
“No,” he said simply as he struggled to keep his hold on her.
“Liar. Let me go!”
“Never. Now calm down and listen. I haven’t been with any woman since I first came to Crested Peak and you dragged me to that lame-ass festival.” He swallowed her retort with his demanding mouth, plunging his tongue in deep, savoring her taste and feel. After a few seconds, her squirming stopped and she looped her hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to her face.
His hands glided down over her hips and cupped her ass, her small moan hitting him right in the dick. Each step they took moved them closer to his bed, until his calves hit the side of it and he eased her down on top of the mattress. “Don’t you know I’m fuckin’ crazy about you? The smell of your hair, the softness of your skin, the way you taste—all of it drives me crazy. I can’t get enough of it. I missed you, babe.”
They lay on his bed, the rain spattering against the window, and they kissed. Deeply. Passionately. They clung to each other’s mouths—their lips raw with desire and want—not daring to let go for fear that the moment they shared would flitter away before they could hold on to it. Just when his finger slid under her T-shirt and skimmed the underside of her soft breasts, someone knocked on the door.
Raising his head up, Jerry said, “I’m busy.”
“I need to talk to you.” Banger’s baritone voice was somewhat muffled through the wood door.
Jerry bolted up from the bed as Kylie leapt up, pulling her T-shirt down. “Where should I go?” she whispered as panic replaced her glaze of arousal.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he yanked her behind him into the bathroom. “Stay here. And don’t fucking listen. It could be club business. Damn, what a fuckin’ mess.”
She giggled and pulled him back to her, kissing him, her soft tongue tickling the roof of his mouth. He groaned and squeezed her butt. “Babe, you’re killing me. I can’t face your dad with a damn boner.” He pulled away and closed the door.
“Are you opening up, or what?” Banger’s voice had an edge of irritation.
“Coming at you.” Jerry smoothed down his hair, thought of Banger breaking his neck—which helped his hard dick go limp—and opened the door. “What’s up?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could muster.
Banger walked in and leaned against the wall. “You did good with the Skull Crushers. You spotted them then figured the two dirtbags they were staying with had some connection, and no one suspected shit.”
“Thanks, but the credit goes to Wanda for living in such a shithole.” They both laughed.
“We’re gonna pay the couple a visit, just so they know your warning wasn’t idle.” Banger looked around the room. “How long is your place gonna take to be done?”
“It’s finished now. I’m gonna move back tonight. It’ll be good to get back.”
“Yeah. Living at the club can be a helluva good time. Easy pussy, brothers all around, booze twenty-four-seven, but it can be too much after a while. It’s good to have a place you call your own.”
Normally, Jerry would sit back and shoot the shit with Banger. He knew the prez was killing time because Belle was doing the girls’ night with all the old ladies, but he had Kylie in the bathroom, and he wasn’t in the mood to pass the time with him. “You want to join us for barbecue at Big Rocky’s? A group of us is going. Mostly brothers whose old ladies are out.” He smiled.
“Hell yeah. That beats sitting at home wondering what they’re doing. Even though Belle is good and pregnant, I still can’t stand thinking ‘bout a man coming on to her. Fuck. See what women do to your head? You got time, though. You’re young, and trying new pussy all the time is fun. What time are you all going?”
