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

seen him before, but the school is really big, so that’s not a surprise.” She took a bite of her hamburger. “Yum.” She wiggled in her seat.
    Jerry loved the way she munched on her food—so delicately—and told him all about her classes. As she shared the funny stories about her friends and professors, he had a hard time staying focused on anything else but having her wrapped in his arms, kissing her deeply.
    “There you are, Kylie. I’ve been looking all around for you. Where’re Taylor and Mary?” A young woman with purple and pink streaks in her hair stood behind Kylie, her gaze lingering on Jerry’s ink across his hard biceps.
    Kylie turned away from Jerry. “Hey, Ari. Taylor and Mary are with Ricky in the beer tent. Did you just get here?”
    “Not too long ago.” She smiled. “Who’s your friend?”
    “Oh, sorry.” Kylie placed her hand on his forearm, her touch soft and warm. “This is Jerry, and Jerry, this is Ari.”
    “Hi,” Ari said thickly. “What year are you?”
    Jerry tilted his head. “Year?”
    Kylie giggled. “He doesn’t go to school here. He’s a friend of mine from home. He stopped by to say hi to me. Isn’t that sweet?” She leaned her head against his shoulder, his jeans grew tighter, and Ari’s gaze never left his face.
    “Wow, I didn’t know you had such a good-looking friend. Are all the guys this gorgeous in Pinewood Springs?”
    Kylie nodded. “A lot of them are in the Insurgents.” The simple comment pissed Jerry the hell off. Who else is she looking at?
    “Insurgents? What’s that?”
    Another giggle. “My dad’s motorcycle club. Remember, I told you he’s the president?”
    “Oh, yeah.” Ari’s leg rubbed against his knee. “So, you’re a biker. Cool. Do you ride a Harley?”
    Jerry jutted his chin out. “Of course.”
    “Only Harleys are worth riding, right?” Kylie poked his side in a teasing way, and a low growl vibrated in his throat. Damn, she was fucking turning him on, and she didn’t even know it. “Jerry has a real badass Harley that’s electric blue. I love it.”
    “Sounds cool. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. I’d love to take a spin,” Ari hinted.
    “It’s the color of your eyes,” Jerry whispered, his lips brushing against Kylie’s ear as he breathed her scent in deeply, felt her hair against his forehead. She turned toward him, his lips skimming across her cheek, and smiled. For one long moment, it was just him and Kylie, and the urge to capture her mouth overwhelmed him. He was so close. All he had to do was move his head a tiny bit and he’d be on—
    “So, will you take me for a ride on your Harley?” Ari’s nasally voice cut into his thoughts.
    Jerry shook his head, his lips pressed together. “I don’t take bitches on my bike.”
    Ari’s gasp mingled with Kylie’s peals of laughter. As Ari opened her mouth, Kylie said, “No, don’t rip his ass. He’s not calling you a bitch in the way you think. In the biker world, all women are ‘bitches.’ It’s their word for ‘women.’ Don’t take offense.”
    Throwing him a dirty look, she said, “That’s fucked up.”
    He shrugged then turned away. He was done with this woman’s idle chatter; he wanted to have Kylie all to himself. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he said, “You wanna get another drink?”
    “Earlier, Ricky said he’d bring me a beer.”
    Jerry grunted. “I can get you a beer. You don’t need any prick doing that when I’m here.”
    “Stop.” She scrunched her face, trying to appear angry, but then she laughed. “He’s not a prick. We’re good friends, and he’s always helping me out.”
    “I bet he is,” he muttered under his breath. “You just watch yourself with him. He looks like he wants more than friendship. He’s not for you.”
    “Why do you say that? Who is for me?”
    Jerry could swear he saw a shimmer of lust in her blue gaze. “I just know he isn’t.” How could he tell her he was the best one for her,