Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6)

by Chiah Wilder

  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.

  He opened the door, and as he went through it he heard Banger’s gruff voice. “Kylie, in the back room. Now. We gotta talk.”

  Then the door closed behind him.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Kylie stood in the back room, picking at her nail polish. Her dad’s anger was palpable as he stood boring a hole through her. After what seemed like forever, he asked in a low, hard voice, “You got something with Jerry?”

  She shook her head, dread weaving around her nerves.

  “Look at me when I speak to you. I want to see your eyes.”

  Kylie’s muscles tensed and a small stab of defiance jabbed her. She wasn’t a child anymore, and she should have the right to choose whomever she wanted to date. Her mother and father certainly did, and her grandpa couldn’t stand her dad, but her mother continued seeing him because it felt right. If her parents had the freedom to choose, why couldn’t she?

  She fixed her eyes on her dad’s and jutted her chin out. His flashing eyes chipped away at her new feeling of independence, and she lowered her gaze.

  “So, are you?” Banger glowered at her, and she shifted uncomfortably in place.

  “I think Jerry’s real cute, and it was nice that he stood up for me. Those guys were jerks, but I was ready to knee the one who had his hand on my butt in the balls and pop the other one behind me in the ribs with my elbow. I didn’t need you or Jerry to help me. I had it covered.”

  Banger’s eyes softened and he chuckled. “You’re my girl all the way. I saw fuckin’ red when that fucker touched you, but I’m your dad. Jerry’s the only brother who charged over. All the rest knew I had your back. It was something a guy would do for his woman.”

  She shrugged. “I think any of the brothers would’ve come to help me.”

  “If I weren’t there, for sure, but none of them did because they knew I owned it.” He sighed and came closer to her. “I know you’re young, and flirting with a good-looking guy is fun, but Jerry isn’t for you. He’s the type who’d break your heart. I know you can’t see that because you haven’t been around a lot of guys—”

  “Whose fault is that? You made sure every guy in high school knew you were the president of an outlaw MC. The boys would look at me, but they were scared to death to date me.”

  “Maybe I was overprotective, but I didn’t have your mother around to tell you ‘bout boys and all that girl stuff. I didn’t want you to end up pregnant and dropping outta school. I did what I thought was best.”

  “I know, and I’m good with that.”

  “You’re in college now and meeting all sorts of guys. I’m sure there’re some you like. All I’m saying is that I don’t want you to give your heart to a biker who knows how to sweet-talk you. Jerry’s a good brother, but he’d make a shitty boyfriend. He chases too many girls, and he’s not interested in settling down with one woman. He’s a fucking player, and every time I see him, he has another woman or two around him. I don’t want you with a man like that. I don’t want no man breaking your heart.”

  She smiled softly. “I don’t think you can protect me from ever having a broken heart. I have to find my own way, Dad. I love you, but you have to let me fall so I can learn how to get back up on my own. Losing Mom taught me that the people I love aren’t always going to be around my whole life.”

  “I’ll always be there for you, honey. No matter what happens, I’m there for you.”

  “I know, and it makes life easier to maneuver knowing I have your support and unconditional love.”

  Softly, he said, “I want the truth from you. Is something going on between you and Jerry?”

  She took a deep, pained breath and looked down at the floor. She couldn’t lie to her father, even though she knew he’d go ballistic and end whatever she had with Jerry. But how could she let Jerry get hurt? She had no doubt in her mind that her dad would crush him, and he’d lose his patch, something which was more important to him than his life. She knew what the patch meant; she grew up understanding that the brotherhood and life were entwined, and a member couldn’t have one without the other. How could she destroy Jerry? How could she lie to her beloved father?

  How the fuck can I choose?

  “You gonna answer me?”

  Nodding, she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Hawk burst into the room. “You gotta come quick. Belle thinks the baby’s coming.”

  Banger’s face paled and he rushed to the door. Kylie intercepted him, hugged him, and whispered, “It’ll be okay.” He nodded at her then dashed off.

  The Insurgents and their women watched as Banger’s SUV sped away from the bar. Kylie offered to go along, but Belle asked that she take Ethan home and watch him. When she and Ethan arrived home, she called her dad on his cell phone. He told her that the doctors said it was a false alarm, but Belle’s blood pressure was very low and she was a bit dehydrated, so the doctor wanted to keep her overnight for observation. She offered to come to the hospital, but he told her he was good, and he needed her home to watch Ethan. Kylie hung up and said a small prayer that Belle and the baby would be okay. Nausea rippled through her stomach and she stretched out on the couch, staring out the French doors.

  The summer night was warm and breezy. She’d been so happy a few days before, thinking about coming home and having a romantic summer with Jerry, but at that moment, guilt assuaged her. Why did it feel so wrong when they weren’t together, but so right when they were? If he wasn’t any good for her, why was he such a sweetheart to her? No matter which way she went with her tie to Jerry, she’d end up losing out. Her phone vibrated and she grabbed it, hoping all was well with Belle.

  Jerry: How’s it with ur dad?

  Kylie: Not sure. Belle had a false alarm. He’s with her @ the hospital. That part
is ok.

  Jerry: Shit. I still want to see u. U?

  She sighed, knowing she should stop whatever they had before it consumed her, but she wanted his strong arms around her, his whispered voice telling her she’s the only woman for him. She needed his warmth and desire.

  Kylie: Ya. Emily will b home soon. So 11:00 around the corner.

  Jerry: Can’t wait, babe.

  Kylie: ♥

  The minutes ticked by and she finally heard the front door open, the jangle of her dad’s chains as he stepped on the marble foyer floors. “Is Belle okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah, she’s good. We just had a scare. Her blood pressure is doing good, and she’s got some fluids going in her. I gotta make sure she drinks more.”

  “How are you?”

  “Fuckin’ beat. I’m gonna head upstairs. You in for the night?”

  “Margo wanted me to come over. We haven’t seen each other since Christmas.”

  “Have a good time. You gonna be late, or just stay at her house?”

  She held her breath. “Just crash.”

  “What time you going? I’ll take you.”

  “I’m good, Dad.”

  “No fuckin’ way I’m letting you drive alone until I nail this fucker who’s been giving you grief.”

  Damn! “At eleven. Is that good for you?”

  “Yep. I’m gonna wash up, then we’ll go.”

  She picked up her phone and texted Jerry the change in plans: he’d pick her up at Margo’s house.

  Heat radiated through her when she saw Jerry roll his bike out right after her dad’s taillights disappeared. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she thought about spending the night with him. Her body craved his touch, and already shivers rode her spine as she saw the rugged biker pull up beside her, his inked arms lit up by the streetlight.

  She hopped on behind him, and he turned around and kissed her firmly on the lips. With her arms wrapped around his toned waist, she leaned her head against his upper back and relished the warm night air as it caressed her.

  Fifteen minutes later, they were at his apartment complex, and he helped her off his bike. Closing the garage door, he hooked his arm around her shoulder and murmured against her hair, “Glad you’re here, babe.”

  Tingles coursed through her body and she tucked herself tighter against his side. He led her up a flight of stairs into his building. As they waited for the elevator, his mouth captured hers and they kissed deeply until the bell pulled them apart. Inside the elevator, he tugged her to him again, kissing her and whispering, “I wanted to kiss you the minute you came into Steelers. Fuck, babe, you taste and feel so good.”

  When she stepped into his apartment, she noticed the freshly painted white walls and prints of different Harleys hanging on them. The place was neat and functional, and he had the generic bachelor pad color scheme of brown, black, and beige. “Nice place,” she said.

  “Thanks.” He continued to trail kisses down her neck, tugging down the strap on her crop top so he could nibble her shoulder.

  She giggled. “That tickles. Do you have any beer?”

  He nodded, his eyes smoldering. Then he went to the kitchen and brought her a can of beer, which he opened for her. “No hard feelings?”

  She took a large gulp and wondered if she’d ever stop being nervous when they were alone. Walking to the couch, she squealed when he pulled her back. “We’re going in this room.” He led her to his bedroom, kissing her as they walked inside. He switched on a small light on the nightstand then whipped off his T-shirt. He took the can of beer from her hand and placed it on the dresser then yanked her to him and whispered in her ear, “I want to make you feel good.” Small nips on her sensitive skin sent a cluster of shivers up her spine, and she whimpered and pressed closer to him. Tugging on her top, he said, “Take this off.”

  She lifted it over her head and arms, her lacy periwinkle bra encasing her round, heavy breasts. A low growl from Jerry’s throat startled her, and the feel of his face between her cleavage made her tingle. With her fingers, she stroked his sandy hair, bending down to kiss it. As she did so, he raised his head, his lips covering hers hungrily. With urgency, his tongue jabbed into her willing mouth, and his kiss sent spirals of pleasure through her.

  “You make me think a shitload of dirty thoughts, babe.” His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. His hands slid across her silken belly, his finger flicking against the dangling piercing in her navel. Then he trailed his hand up her skirt to the sweet ache between her legs. Slipping his finger under her panties, he buried it between her wet folds as she moaned and pushed her hips forward against him.

  “Fuck, baby. Look how wet you are for me. I like that a lot.” With skill, Jerry tweaked her trembling clit and she cried out. “You like that?”

  “Yeah. It feels so good.” Desire raged inside her and she dug her bright blue fingernails in his back, dragging them down, wanting to leave marks to brand him as hers. She sank her teeth into his neck and sucked his skin hard, wanting every club woman, hoodrat, and citizen to know he was taken.

  He chuckled. “You marking me? You’re an outlaw’s daughter.”

  “When you’re with me, you’re mine. When you’re not, my marks tell women to fucking stay away.” The possessiveness that coursed through her was so strong it frightened her, but she’d have another time to think about it. That night, all she wanted was to feel him on her and in her, fusing their bodies together as one.

  Kylie broke away from him and slid her skirt down, and he knelt and placed his mouth against her damp panties. With slow movements, he rubbed his lips over her mound through the fabric. She threw her head back and let the shudders of desire consume her.

  He pulled the silky fabric away from her pulsating pussy, muttering “fuck” under his breath before his tongue dove between her swollen lips, stroking them slowly. With each lick, he brought her closer to ecstasy until her knees buckled and her body began to vibrate with liquid fire. The single, hooked thrust of his finger deep inside her unleashed a hot tide of passion, and moans of ecstasy slipped through her lips. She sank to the floor and curled up, quivering as spasms of delight coursed through her. As she rode the wave, Jerry stroked her damp skin and trailed kisses down her arms and legs. When she was left with a warm glow, he scooped her up and lay her on his bed then kicked off his boots, jeans, and boxers.

  She lay naked but for her panties, and his hungry gaze ate her up. Gently, he glided her undies down her smooth, taut skin, past her high wedged heels. She reached down to take off her sandals, but he moved her hand away. “I want you to keep these on. I want to feel you dig them into my ass when I fuck you.”

  In her fantasies, she’d imagined he’d be a dirty talker, and she was thrilled that he was. Each nasty word he uttered tingled deep inside her. Hovering over, he kissed her deeply then crushed her against him; skin to skin, they were as one. Pulling back, his gaze slid downward, slowly and seductively. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, and her heart turned over in response.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered as she buried her face against his throat. Lightly, his hand outlined the circle of her breast, his touch sending currents of desire through her. She moaned softly as his tongue teased her rosy buds to pebble hardness then squirmed beneath him when he sucked each rigid peak. Each kiss and touch made her body tingle, and she drew herself closer to him.

  “I fuckin’ can’t get you outta my mind.” Jerry ran his tongue over her ribs then down to her stomach. “I fuckin’ crave you.” While he licked around and in her belly button, he reached under her and grabbed her ass cheek, his fingers digging into her flesh. He nipped a trail to her inner thighs, and as he teased the soft, sensitive flesh, Kylie arched her back. Moving his hands from her ass, he ran them up and down her legs, drawing closer and closer to her pussy, but never quite touching it. Then he moved his hand up to just beneath her sex, lightly whisking his fingers around her mound but not touching it, all the while
his mouth peppering kisses across her sensitive skin.

  “It feels so good.” She reached down and caressed the strong tendons in the back of his neck, then dug her nails into his taut flesh. When his tongue inched closer to her throbbing sex, she sucked in her breath in anticipation, but then he returned to nipping her inner thighs. Back and forth his tongue tormented her, and her nerves were sparking like live wires on the verge of short circuiting.

  He began stroking, kissing, and licking her swollen lips, returning every so often to her inner thighs and belly button. When she whimpered, his soft laugh vibrated against her, manifesting a jolt of pleasure only he could conjure. He moved her thighs further apart, and a cool rush of air covered her wet mound. With his finger, he pressed against her heated opening, moving his digit back and forth. “You like that?” Instead of answering, Kylie grabbed his hair and pushed his face into her, trying to move it up to her engorged clit. “Patience, baby,” he said in a deep, sensual voice, his eyes locking with hers. Then he slid a finger through her slit, and her moans filled the room.

  “Touch me. I’m aching for you. Please,” she whispered. Kylie thought for sure if he didn’t touch her throbbing clit soon, she’d go insane. Every fiber and nerve inside her shivered and sparked. “Jerry. Touch me. Now,” she rasped in a deep voice she didn’t recognize.

  With a mischievous smile, he rubbed all around her pussy, his finger going in and out of her partway, but her clit was left untouched. It created a vacuum of sensation that made her yearn for his strokes on her sweet spot more and more. Was he ever going to give her what she was so deeply craving?

  Jerry buried his nose among her wet folds, sniffing loudly as she looked on. He raised his head and locked his gaze with hers. “You smell fuckin’ awesome, and I bet you taste just as good.” Withdrawing his finger from inside her, he slowly placed it in his mouth and sucked her juices off it. “Hmm… fucking fantastic. Now I need a deeper taste.”