Page 56 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“I got a lot on my mind with the shit about the Skull Crushers, my sister, and the patent I’m trying to get for one of my inventions.”Not to mention I can’t get Kylie outta my mind, no matter how wrong I know it is.
“That’s why it’s good to fuck. You get rid of all the tension, and you don’t think of nothing but how good you and the bitch are.”
“You got a point.”That’s why I’m planning a fuckfest with my Kylie after Steelers.
“So, you in?”
“Nah.”
“Okay, brother. It’s your loss. I can handle both, just thought you’d like in on it.” The muscular man sauntered away, and Jerry saw him say a few things to the redhead, who laughed and brushed her hand against his. He was in. Jerry smiled, remembering how fucking had been so much easier just a few short weeks before. No complications. Just in and out. Easy. Fun. Simple. But not Kylie. He feared he’d never get over her. Sighing, he pushed away from the counter and walked down a small hallway to go to the restroom.
Upon exiting, Kylie lounged against the wood-paneled wall, waiting for him in all her fresh, sexy splendor. “Are you ignoring me?” she asked.
“Nah. Just been super busy with club shit, that’s all.”
“I’ve been home for three days, and except for our encounter at the club—whichIinstigated—I haven’t seen you. I don’t like that.” She paused. “And I don’t like you ogling the women at the table next to me whose tits were on display for any man in the bar.”
“I wasn’t ogling anyone but you. Shit, Jax had to tell me to tone it down.”
“You were looking at those women. I saw you.”
“Rock was talking ‘bout them. He wanted me to go with him to see if they were worth fucking later on. I didn’t want to because the only woman worth fucking is you.” He reached out and trailed his finger from her bottom lip, down her throat, past her collarbone, and straight down her cleavage.
“If you feel that way, then why have you been avoiding me?”
“I told you, I had a bunch of club business to do. I want to be with you.”The devil’s gonna pull me to Hell, but I crave her and need to taste her again.“What about you coming to my place later tonight? Can you get away?”
“Yes. What time?”
“I’ll come by at eleven o’clock. We should be done here by then. I don’t want you coming over by yourself, not with that fucker fixated on you.”
“The purple Corvette creep? I doubt he’s in Pinewood. I haven’t seen him in a while. I think he’s moved on. Probably bullying another poor girl. I’ll just come to your apartment on my own.”
“I’m picking you up, woman. Don’t argue with me. Drive your car around the corner from your house. I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay. Crap, my dad’s headed this way.” Kylie moved back from him and began walking down the hall. “Hi, Dad.”
Banger glanced at Kylie, then at Jerry, who saw a hard glint for a split second before it was gone. “Hi, honey. What’re you two doing?”
“Talking martial arts. I’ve signed up to take more classes this summer.”
Jerry noticed Banger’s face relaxed, and he breathed out while Kylie and her father spoke. “Well, I’m gonna head back out. See you.” He brushed past Banger, and when he went past Kylie, his fingertips grazed hers lightly. He went back to his space by the counter, inserting himself in a discussion about bikes.
A couple hours later, he was wiping the wings’ hot sauce off his thumb when he noticed Kylie wasn’t at her table. Glancing around, he saw her at the bar placing an order. He also saw a fraternity-type guy standing too close to her, talking and laughing. From Kylie’s face, Jerry could tell she was uncomfortable. Two of the guys’ buddies came over, and they had her enclosed in their circle. When the frat boy’s hand ended up on her ass, Jerry saw red, and he rushed forward like a bull charging the matador’s moving cape. “Take your fucking hands off her.” He broke through the circle and tugged her to him.
“Who the fuck are you?” the frat guy asked, puffing up his chest.
“I’m the one who’s gonna kick your ass for disrespecting her.” In his peripheral view, he spotted Banger coming toward them. Moving Kylie behind him, Jerry slammed his fist into the guy’s jaw, then lowered the man’s head and kneed him smack in the face. Blood gushed out, and the frat boy’s two buddies started cussing at Jerry, trying to hold his arms back, twisting him around so he faced the bar. Behind it, Moe watched, a bored expression on his face. Bringing his leg up and front, Jerry kicked one of the guys in the kneecap and he fell to the floor. The other let go of Jerry’s arms, who then kicked him full-on with his steel-toed boot. The man yelled in pain and collapsed. Jerry bent down and was ready to slam his fist in his face when Hawk pulled him back. “It’s over. Leave it alone.”
Jerry grabbed Kylie’s hand. “Come on.” He led her away from the downed men. As he approached the Insurgents group, Banger blocked his way, a scowl on his bearded face. Jerry stared back, a glint of defiance in his gaze.
“Why the fuck did you jump in like that for Kylie? I had a handle on it.” His blue eyes narrowed. “You got something with her?”
“Some fucking jerk has his hand on your daughter’s ass, and that’s what you ask me? You should be glad I did something to help out. I’m tired of your goddamned questions.”
Tersely, Banger said, “You’re making a lot of noise, but you haven’t answered my fuckin’ question yet.”
“You know, I don’t have to take this shit. I’m outta here.” Jerry whirled around and headed for the door, the murmurs from the old ladies and the brothers filling his ears.
