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

The two women walked down the hall.

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“The movie was
great,” Kylie said as she entered the restaurant, Ricky’s hand on the small of her back. “It was so fast-paced I held my breath through most of it.”

“I know what you mean. I loved it. It was the anti-hero at his best.”

The Burger Shack was teeming with young people. The eatery served up fat, juicy burgers, fries, onion rings, shakes, and fountain drinks at an affordable price, so it was little wonder that it was a favorite weekend hangout for college students.

Kylie and Ricky sat in a small booth next to the window, and the din of video games, laughter, conversation, and the ever-present tunes from the digital jukebox on the wall filled the eatery. She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard tabletop, “What are you going to eat?”

Ricky laughed and placed his hand over hers. She stiffened slightly, causing him to slide his hand away. “It’s not that loud, is it?” He looked at the one-sheet menu. “You want some wings to start?”

“Sure.”

For the next hour, they laughed and talked, and when Ricky excused himself to go to the bathroom, Kylie realized she was having a good time. She knew several people in the place, so she chatted with them until he came back.

After he paid the bill, they left, the reduction in noise immediately apparent. “That was so good. I’m more than stuffed. I’m going to have to work out even longer tomorrow,” Kylie said.

“Do you work out at the school’s gym?”

She shook her head, tugging her leather jacket tighter around her. “No, I go to a martial arts studio. I work out there before class.”

Ricky stopped. “You know martial arts? Damn, I better be good around you.” He laughed and gripped her hand, pulling her to him.

She licked her lips. “My dad insisted that I take classes to learn self-defense. When I was in high school, I couldn’t go to the mall or movies with my friends because I had a class, or practice, or a tournament, and I’d be so pissed at him. Now I’m glad he made me go. It’s empowering, you know?”

“I’m still trying to come to terms with you being some sort of ninja.”

She laughed, poking him with her fingers. “Silly.”

“How long you been studying martial arts?”

“Since I was about ten. I stopped for a couple of years when my mom got real sick and died. I don’t go to classes every week. It’s a great workout.”

“I bet.” He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her chin up. “I had a great time tonight,” he murmured.

She nodded. “Me too.” As he bent his head, she lightly pushed away from him. “Isn’t the moon beautiful?” she said, her head tilted back.

He came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”

She bit the side of her cheek. “Thanks.” Kylie sprinted forward. “I’ll race you to the car.” Then she was running, the cool night wind caressing her cheeks. The rush of adrenaline was the jolt she needed. She didn’t want to cross the line with Ricky. She liked him a lot, and she’d had a great time, but the flutters in her stomach weren’t there, and there was no slow burn heating her body like there’d been with Jerry. It didn’t react to him the same way. She wished it did, but there was nothing there.

“I win!” Breathlessly, she leaned against the car, hearing Ricky’s soft chuckle as he came over to her. “You let me win.”

He smiled, unlocking and opening the door. As she slid into the passenger’s seat, Ricky leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She jerked her head back, squeezing his hand when she saw his crestfallen face. “Let’s go slow, okay?”

“I really like you.” His eyes fixed on hers.

“We’ve been friends for a while. I don’t want to jeopardize that. Finals are around the corner, and then school will be out. You’ll be going to Denver and I’ll be in Pinewood Springs. Let’s not rush into anything, okay?”
I wish I felt for you the way I do for Jerry. It would make my life a helluva lot easier.

Ricky nodded, his face glum. He closed her door and slipped into the driver’s seat, switching on the ignition. “Do you want to listen to 96KIX?”

“I love that station.” She touched his forearm. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Shaking his head, he said, “No. Disappointed, but not mad.”

“We still good?”

“Yeah. I’m not giving up, though.” He turned to face her. “I want you to know that.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

As they drove out of the eatery’s parking lot, Kylie spotted a purple Corvette across the street, the beam from the streetlight bouncing off the driver’s sunglasses. She gasped, the hairs prickling on the back of her neck. As Ricky drove past, her gaze locked with his mirrored one.

It’s him. He’s watching me, and he wants me to know it.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“W
hat the fuck
are you looking at?” Jerry pushed his chair back.

“I don’t like the way you’re gawking at my girlfriend,” a tall man said as he took a step toward the biker.

“I’m not looking at her, but if you want to start something, asshole, I’m all in.” Jerry leapt to his feet. At six-foot-two, he made an imposing figure.

The guy turned to his girlfriend, a blonde woman who had a small smile on her face. “Are you sure he was staring at you, baby?”

The blonde’s close-set blue eyes widened. “Yeah. He was making me feel uncomfortable.”

Jerry heard the man blow out a long breath and rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t staring at your bitch. She was the one staring at me. I can’t help it if she’d rather be with me than you.”

“Fuck, Jerry, take it down a notch,” Chas said as he rose from his chair. “We’re not in a biker bar; we’re in a citizen’s bar. Banger won’t like it if you hurt this jerk over a bitch who isn’t worth it. Come on.” He placed his arm on Jerry’s, who jerked away.

“So, you want something or not?” Jerry snarled, his hands forming into fists. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bartender pick up a phone. “Let’s take this outside, asshole.” He marched to the door.

“Aren’t you gonna follow him?” he heard the blonde ask her man. “You ain’t chicken, are ya?”

“I just don’t want to have the cops called. I got enough trouble with them. I’m on probation, remember?”

“That didn’t stop you from punching out that old man who leered at me the other day. You ain’t nothing but—”

The door slamming behind Jerry tuned out the bitch. He slammed his fist against the metal newspaper stand on the street corner. “Fuck! I should go back in there, drag the sonofabitch out here, and beat the shit outta him. Asshole!”

He whirled around, heading for the bar’s door when Chas pulled him back. “What the fuck’s your problem? You don’t want to start a fight with a citizen. The fuckin’ badges will be all over it.”

“He’s an asshole.”

“Agreed, but he’s an asshole who backed down. If you go back in there and beat his ass, you’re going down on it, and Banger will be beyond pissed.”

“I don’t give a shit about Banger. He’s president of the club, not my goddamned life.”

Chas threw his friend against the wall. “Whoa, man. Just fucking calm down. You need to cool way the hell off before we go to church. You can’t be saying shit like that about Banger. You know damn good and well that if you mess up this citizen, it puts heat on the club. And
that
is Banger’s business.” Chas rubbed his hand over his face. “What the hell’s going on with you? You’ve been in fight mode for the past week. What the fuck?”

Jerry pushed off from the wall. “I’m just tired of the way Banger thinks he can tell everyone what to do in their personal lives. I’m getting sick of that shit. And that asshole in there—” he gestured to the bar “—needs my fist in his face for starting something and not finishing it.” He walked toward his Harley.

Chas followed. “You know, the asshole was right. You
were
staring at his bitch.”

Swinging his leg over his bike, Jerry shook his head. “She’s not even my type. If I was staring, I didn’t realize it. I wouldn’t have had anything with her, but if I wanted to, I know she would’ve fucked me in an instant. These sluts are all alike.”

Chas nodded. “You heading to the clubhouse?”

“I’ll be there for church. I got some things to do. See you.” Jerry pulled away from the curb and headed out of Pinewood Springs.

As he rode on the backroads, he sped up, loving the rush of spring air around him. When he was on his Harley, it was as though he were alone in the world, just him and nature. During his solo rides, he became one with the earth, the sky, the trees, and the wind. It was the most liberating feeling he’d ever known.

He veered off onto an old path that wound around the side of Pine Mountain. Finally, he stopped and stretched his legs. To his right, he heard the gush of water and he walked toward it, his boots sinking into the soft ground littered with pine needles and dandelions. As he rounded a curve, he saw a creek coiling around the mountainside, its water cascading over the rocks in haste. Moving closer, he stared at the fish darting through it. Ribbons of sunlight spilled into the alcove, and from where he stood, he could see the creek bed’s smooth-edged stones glowing amber and bronze. With ease, he sat on the ground, a cool, spring wind ruffling his hair. He leaned his head back, listening to the trees creaking in the breeze.

Jerry needed to be there, by the water, surrounded by the mountains, trees, and wildflowers. All of it was like a salve for his soul. He’d come real close to beating the shit out of a guy who had every right to be pissed at him. He
had
been staring at the guy’s woman, but not in a sexual way. When he’d come back from the bar with another beer, she’d had her back to him and he’d noticed her long, blonde hair. For a heart-stopping second, he’d thought it was Kylie, but then she’d turned around. He’d stared through her, Kylie’s sweet smile filling his thoughts and punching him in the groin. He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind since he’d hung out with her two weeks before. The way she’d felt in his arms, and her lips on his, were burned in his brain and his dick. He had to see her again, hold her, breathe in her lavender scent, and kiss the softest, sexiest lips he’d ever tasted.

He picked up a stone and threw it in the creek, watching the current engulf it and take it away. He had it bad for Kylie, and not being able to have her the way he wanted made him crazy. Jerry knew he’d been in a mood since he’d come back from Crested Peak, but he couldn’t help it. Knowing how she tasted and felt made his lust simmer, and the fact that she was off-limits made his blood boil. He was so damn pissed he’d started at least four fights with a couple of the brothers and some other bikers at a bar he’d gone to the previous Friday.

Jerry stretched his denim-clad legs and took out his phone, scrolling until he found Kylie’s number. For a long while, he stared at the blank screen, debating whether or not he should text her. He wanted to, but then he remembered that she’d told him she had no memory of anything except him taking her to her dorm room. She’d been dead-drunk, so it could’ve been anyone or anything kissing her and she wouldn’t have known anything different. If he contacted her right then, he’d start something he knew he shouldn’t. If he didn’t text her, she’d be none the wiser, but he’d end up with a hard-on for a while. The club whores could relieve that, but since he’d tasted Kylie’s lips, he didn’t want any of the other women. In time, that would pass—he was sure of it.

Jerry sat on the ground, staring at his phone, while nature played its music all around him. When the sun dipped further in the western sky, he pushed himself up, jammed his phone in his back pocket, and sauntered over to his Harley. Normally he’d feel refreshed and calm when he’d leave his favorite spot, but right then, he was horny, pissed, and confused. He revved his engine and began the journey back to the clubhouse for church.

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Throwing back his
fourth shot of Jack, he knew he’d be crashing at the clubhouse. Jerry had lived at the clubhouse for a couple of years after he’d patched in, but he’d craved a place of his own, so three years before, he’d rented an apartment. He only crashed at the club if he were shit-faced or having too much fun with the women.