by Chiah Wilder
Kylie’s ass jumped off the mattress when Jerry slid his tongue over her clit, then licked her over and over as though that was the only thing in the world he had to do. It felt amazing. The sound of his lapping drove her crazy as he consistently stroked her sweet spot, taking her to higher levels of euphoria than he ever had before. She cried out for release, then shattered into a million glowing stars, yet he still licked her until it tickled and she laughed. Shimmying up her body, he kissed her. She tasted herself mixed with his minty flavor.
“I can’t believe how great that was,” she gushed.
He smiled and kissed her again. “You’re something else. You turn my fuckin’ world all around.”
She felt his hardness poking between her legs and reached down to grasp it, loving the way he grunted from deep in his throat. “You want me to lick it?” she asked, loving the way it was smooth and warm in her hand.
“I want to plunge it inside you. I want to fuck you hard and deep.” Feathering a trail of kisses down her body, he leaned back on his heels. “Open the drawer and take out a condom for me, babe.” He pointed to the nightstand and she rummaged through the drawer then handed a foil packet to him, but he shook his head. “You put it on me.”
Rolling it on, she marveled how something so small could fit over something so large. Before she secured it all the way down, she ran her tongue over the base of his hardness and he groaned. Kylie loved the effect she had on him. He gently pushed her down on her back and spread her legs open. “Can you take it rough and deep?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yeah. I want it that way.” She placed her hands on his hips.
“If it gets to be too much, tell me and I’ll slow it down. It’s just that I need you so fuckin’ badly.” He entered her and she gasped, her tight walls immediately closing around him. “Fuck, it feels so good. You’re so damn tight. I love it. And your heels digging into my ass turns me way the hell on.” He slowly moved in and out, and her body met his rhythm fairly quickly.
“I like you inside me,” she said.
He smiled, bent over, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Lift your legs,” he commanded. She brought them upwards and pressed her knees to her chest. He took off her sandals, each of them thumping on the bedroom floor. “Put your feet on my chest.” She did as she was told, and when Jerry leaned over her, she raised her hips. “Fuck, I’m so deep in you, it feels fantastic. You like that, honey?”
She absolutely loved it. As Jerry pounded into her, she pushed him back out with her feet, and soon they were moaning and sweating, their bodies fused together in a fiery dance of sex. He wet his finger between her folds and ran it over her small puckered opening as he continued to thrust in and out of her. The way he touched her ass cheeks and rosy opening drove her over the top, and she came hard, her pussy clenching his dick like a clamp. “Oh, Jerry. Oh…” Ecstasy overtook her and Kylie cried out, not caring who heard her through the thin walls of his apartment.
Jerry followed her with throaty growls, his body rigid one minute and draping over her knees the next. After a few moments, he pulled back, placed her legs to one side of him, then fell back on the mattress, tucking her next to him, her back against his spent dick. “That was fuckin’ incredible,” he said, lightly running his fingers up and down her arms.
She pressed her butt closer to him so no space separated them; it was as though they were joined as one. “I’m very happy. You make me happy.” She turned her head sideways and her mouth grazed his jawline.
He dipped his head and captured her lips, and they kissed for a long time. Patting her ass, he slipped his arm around her. Soon, Kylie heard his even breaths and knew he’d fallen asleep, but she was still on a high plane of emotions, and sleep eluded her. She stared at the generic white curtains as they billowed in the cool, summer breeze, and replayed the whole evening in her mind.
I’m hooked on him.
Oh, shit.
Chapter Twenty-Three
For the past week, Jerry and Kylie had fallen into a routine: texting during the day, fucking at night. Sometimes he’d pick her up at her friends’ houses or around the corner from her dad’s house. He spent his whole day waiting for it to end so he’d be with her. He hated like hell that he couldn’t touch or hold her in front of the brothers, but he knew Kylie wanted it that way for now, and he supposed he did too.
Each time he saw and spoke to Banger, he’d beat himself up for inflicting his president with such disrespect and betrayal. Something had to give with the situation. He’d promised himself numerous times that it would be the last, but it never was. He wanted all of her: her taste, the feel of her skin next to his. His compulsion to kiss and touch her consumed him, and he craved feeling her from the inside. She had become his everything, and as hard as he tried to push his feelings away, he couldn’t. It was like she was what he’d been looking for his whole life. But he knew it was too much, and even though he wanted her, the thought scared the shit out of him. He prided himself on having self-control, but this thing he had with Kylie was out of control, and he didn’t know how to rein it in.
The phone ringing intruded on his thoughts. “Hey, Kylie.”
“Hi. Whatcha doing?”
“Not much. Just hanging at the club until church. How did the job interview go today?”
“I think I did all right, but I’ve thought that for the past two weeks. I can’t believe I’m having such a hard time finding a job. I applied to a few more today. One of them is with the Wildlife Preserve Association, and I really want that job. It has full benefits and it’s right up my alley.”
“Full benefits with a summer job?”
She paused, and he was ready to repeat himself when she said, “No. It’s a full-time job. The last two interviews I had were full-time jobs.”
“You just gonna quit when school starts?”
He heard her cluck her tongue then take a deep breath. “I decided to stay in Pinewood Springs. I’m not going back to school.”
“What the fuck? Why not?”
“I want us to spend more time together. I’d miss you too much.”
Jerry’s head spun. She was dropping out of school for him? “I never asked you to do that.”
“I know, but I want to.”
“Does your dad know ‘bout your decision?”
“Not yet. You don’t seem happy about it.”
He blew out a long breath. He wasn’t sure how the hell he felt about it. Having Kylie around full-time would kick ass, but that would mean a major commitment, and he wasn’t there yet with her. Their fucking was all-consuming, but the relationship part of it scared the shit out of him. “I don’t want you screwing up your future for what we have.”
“And what do we have?” He picked up a tremor in her voice. Shit.
“A helluva good time. But good times don’t last forever.”
“Is that all I am to you—a good time?”
“Yeah,” he lied.
“I don’t mean anything more to you than all the other women you’ve fucked?”
He couldn’t let her change her life for him. Hell, he couldn’t promise her the type of relationship she deserved. He was confused about his feelings, and blown away at the intensity of the connection they had. Fuck, I know I have to push her away. I can’t let her do this.
“We’re having a good time. Let’s leave it at that. You told me you love college, and now you want to throw it away for me? I can come up and see you sometimes, and when you come home on breaks we’ll hook up. You need to go back to school.”
“I thought we had more between us. I’m willing to go to the community college in town so I can be with you, and you’re telling me not to bother?”
“Pretty much.” His insides clenched with the knowledge he was hurting her.
“So, to you, I’m just another fuck?”
No, Kylie. You’re so much more than that to me. You’re in my system, and no woman has ever been with me the way you have. But I can’t destroy your life. You de
serve better. “I wouldn’t say that. You’re by far my favorite.”
“Thanks for that.” Her voice was brimming with unshed tears, and he wished he could hold her and tell her he was a poor liar. “Can we get together after church?”
He gritted his teeth. “Won’t work. I’ve got a ton of shit to do at the club. I’ll call you. Maybe tomorrow.”
“You said that yesterday.”
“What can I say? I’m busy. Gotta go now, they just called church. See you.”
She mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out. He hated the hurt feelings he brought her, but he didn’t want to be responsible for her quitting school. He should never have started anything with Kylie, should’ve left it in his head as he had for several years. But since he’d taken the plunge, it was up to him to stop it. He never should have led her on, but after the first taste, he couldn’t let go. Quitting school was just the sign he needed to tell him to back the fuck off.
Over the next few days, Kylie called him asking why they hadn’t met up. He always told her he was too busy with club business, but he knew she didn’t believe him. It’d been almost a week since they’d last spent time together, and his body ached for her. He was deliberately pushing her away, and he knew it had to be hurting her, because it was killing him. After some distance, she’d get over him; he’d snap out of it too, as soon as his cock made it back into easy pussy. The last two times they’d spoken, it’d ended with her hanging up on him.
As he sat at the clubhouse thinking about her, Axe plopped down on the chair next to him. “Hey, buddy.”
“Hey.”
Puck rushed over two beers for them then walked away. In a low voice, Axe said, “I gotta talk to you about something.” He took a long pull on his beer. “You know how Banger’s been flipped about this fucker in the purple Corvette? Well, he asked me to tail Kylie, so I’ve been doing it for a few weeks. He wants me to report to him what’s going on, if anyone is following her, and pretty much all that goes on with her.” He fixed his gaze on Jerry’s. “He wants to know everything. You know what I’m sayin’, dude?”
Axe’s words punched him full on, and Jerry just nodded. What could he say? Since Axe was tagging Kylie, he saw all the times he and she met, spent the night, and even kissed. Once Banger found out, it would be hell, so it was just as well he was pushing her away; he didn’t want her to see him get his ass kicked by her dad and lose his patch. “What’re you gonna tell Banger?”
Axe ran his hand through his hair. “Damn, you two been fucking up a storm. Shit, I don’t know what to do here. If I tell Banger, you’re as good as dead, but if I don’t then I’m betraying the brotherhood and our prez. Fuck, man. Help me out here.”
Jerry shrugged. “Do what you have to do. I knew the risk, and I deserve the punishment.”
Axe stared hard at him. “You know I don’t wanna do this. I shouldn’t be tellin’ you, but we’re brothers and friends, so I wanted to give you the heads-up. No hard feelings, but I have to tell Banger.”
Jerry finished his beer then held Axe’s gaze. “None taken. I’d do the same thing if I were in your position.”
“I noticed you guys haven’t been together for the last week. She break it off with you?”
“No, but I’m breaking it off with her. I’ve been trying to avoid her, but it’s fuckin’ hard to do.”
Axe nodded in agreement. “Maybe you can work this out. Go to Banger and tell him how you both feel. Fuck, he was young once. I’m sure he’ll get it.”
“She wants to quit college to stay in Pinewood Springs.”
“Damn. Now that’s not gonna fly with Banger.”
“I know. Besides me fucking the prez’s daughter, you find out anything about the asshole?”
“Nah. There was a guy watching her. Found out his name was Marcus Westman.”
“I know that fucker. I beat his ass when I was in Crested Peak and he was bothering Kylie. I warned him. What the hell’s he doing in Pinewood?”
“He lives here.”
“I’ll be damned. Does he have anything to do with the other fucker?”
“Not sure. Right now, it seems like he’s acting alone. He follows her around a lot, but only when she’s alone or with her girlfriends. I’m gonna check with Banger on how he wants me to handle this asshole.”
“I’d like to be in on the fun with this.”
“Not sure what Banger’s gonna want me to do. I’m meeting him in a bit to tell him about this Marcus jerk. I won’t say anything about the two of you, but I’m gonna have to tell him at some point.”
“Appreciate it, man.”
“Hey.” Banger’s voice startled Jerry.
He turned around and watched as the president approached their table. “How’s it going, Banger? How’s Belle?”
“So ready to have the baby.” Banger chuckled.
“You know what it is yet?” Jerry asked.
“A boy.” Pride shone in the president’s eyes. He cleared his throat. “You got the routine down on the couple at the trailer park?”
“I do. They didn’t heed my warning.”
“Guess we’ll have to show them we mean business.” Banger turned to Axe. “Let’s go in my office. I don’t have much time, gotta take Belle to the doctor.” Axe stood and the two men left the room.
After a half hour, Jerry heard Banger’s powerful Harley leap to life as Axe came by the table. “He wants me to ‘talk’ to Marcus, but not kill him… yet.”
“You need help?”
“I’m good. Kylie’s coming soon. Banger wants her to file a bunch of shit on his desk. I’m outta here. Be smart, bro.”
Jerry nodded then watched Axe leave the clubhouse. Kylie was coming, and he’d have to hurt her real bad so she’d hate him. He could deal with her hate, just not her disappointment or pain. He stared out the window, waiting for her car to swing into the parking lot. A while later, he spotted it.
“Wendy. Get over here,” he called out to the club girl who was seated on a barstool. Before he’d been with Kylie, Wendy and Rosie were his favorite club whores, and he knew they were confused as to why he’d stopped asking for them.
Wendy squealed with delight and slid off the stool, marching over to him. She wore a low-cut tank top and a short, pink spandex skirt. “You want something, handsome?”
Grasping her hand, he yanked her onto his lap, facing him. She moved her face closer to kiss him, but he turned away. “No kissing.”
“Okay. I’m just glad you want me. It’s been too long.” She leaned closer to him, her tits pressed against him.
When he heard the door open, he placed his hand behind Wendy’s neck, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear, “You gonna get me a beer soon?” The effect he intended was successful, and he heard Kylie gasp. When he turned to look at her, his heart lurched. She was so beautiful in her gingham sundress and strappy sandals, her lush hair flowing around her. For a heartbeat, he locked his gaze with hers; when he saw the hurt tearing in it, the guilt churned like gasoline in his guts. She rushed down the hall, the slam of a door echoing.
Once Kylie left, Jerry gently pushed Wendy back. “Be a good girl and get me a beer.”
She wiggled off his lap. “You want it here or in your room?” Her eyes sparkled.
“Here. I’ve changed my mind.”
Her eyes widened and she cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together. “You turning this down?”
“Yeah. Another time. Now, go on and get me a beer.”
When she brought it over to him, she bent down low, her tits rubbing against him as she raked her fingernails up his arm. “Need anything else?”
He picked up the bottle. “I’m good. Thanks.” He guzzled it down, his cock hard from knowing Kylie was only a few yards away. His sweet, perfect Kylie.
After a while, his stomach grumbled and he decided to go in the kitchen to make a sandwich. He knew he should get his goddamned ass on his bike and leave, but he wanted to hang around. He wanted to se
e her again before he left.
On his way to the kitchen, he bumped into her as she exited Banger’s office. The softness of her skin against his arm made him want to haul her on his bike and take her with him in search of their own private island.
“I need to talk to you. Let’s go on the back porch.” She pushed past him and he followed her outside, shutting the door behind them. He leaned against the railing, watching her.
“Why are you being mean to me?” she asked softly, her bottom lip trembling.
He wanted to pull her into his arms and cover her mouth with his, but he knew he had to be the strong one. He was older, a patched member of the Insurgents; he owed his president loyalty, and he couldn’t let her fuck up her life because of him. He inhaled deeply. “I’m not being mean.”
“You keep making excuses not to see me, and I find a club girl in your lap when I come in? Have you been fucking them again?”
“You and I had a good time. You were a challenge I enjoyed conquering, but it’s time you find a younger guy. You know, a college kid who doesn’t know much about a woman.”
“You don’t want me anymore?” Her eyes glistened.
I fuckin’ crave you. “It’s just that I’m used to experienced women who really know how to pleasure a man.” Pain shot through his heart when he saw her wince at his words, her finger wiping at an unshed tear. “There’re plenty of them. I’m not the type to settle for one woman. I like easy pussy and a lot of variety—you knew that. Not looking for anything long-term. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. You’re better suited for a guy who wants the boyfriend shit.” He paused, then dealt her the final blow. “You’re not for me.” You’re the only one for me. I can’t fuckin’ get you out of my mind and heart.
Kylie sniffled, shifting from one foot to another. “So, that’s it then?” She looked down at the floor.
“Guess it is. You’ll find someone. You’ll get over me.”
She glanced up, her eyes brimming with defiance. “I know I will. It’s much easier to get over the jerks than the nice guys. I’ll be over you in no time. As a matter of fact, Ricky’s coming to visit me this weekend. He’s been wanting to date me for a long time, so this all works out. I can tell him I’m free.”
