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

touch held him back. As he bent his head, Kylie put her hand on the back of his neck and drew him to her. With their lips inches from one another’s, she strained forward, hers catching his. Her kiss was soft and warm, and the barriers he’d erected collapsed with that one, solitary kiss.
    She drew back a little and Jerry crushed her to him, his mouth seizing hers, knowing he was going to regret it—and not giving a damn. He tangled one hand in her hair, the other one cupping her jaw. It was like he’d never kissed before; it was wild and desperate, and he didn’t know if he’d ever stop. Her tender lips moved in rhythm with his, parting slightly. He slipped his tongue into her welcoming mouth, eager to consume her. She tasted like beer and honey, and the hesitant stroke of her tongue on his sent him reeling. He plunged his tongue harder and deeper, losing himself in her sweet scent and panting breaths. He closed his eyes and the world faded around him.
    Then she rubbed her soft tits against him, and it was as if a hot poker jabbed him. His cock strained against his jeans. “You’re killing me, Kylie,” he muttered against her mouth.
    “Am I?” she whispered back, her breath scorching his skin.
    He was ready to slam her onto the bed, peel off her clothes, and lavish kisses all over her ripe and tempting body. Remembering she was his president’s daughter, who was very drunk, he reluctantly broke away. Jerry’s eyes locked with hers as he rose to his feet. “You don’t know how fucking hard this is, but I gotta leave. Now.” His gaze rested on her lips, swollen from their kiss, and he ached to return to her arms. “You gonna be okay?”
    She nodded, and in the moonlight he spotted the heated flush from her arousal. Swallowing hard, he rasped, “See you next time you come to Pinewood Springs. Take care of yourself.” He grabbed the jacket he’d thrown on her desk chair and dashed out of her room, making sure the door was locked. His hard-as-shit dick punched against his zipper, and he knew it’d be a fucking long four hours before he’d be back home. Slipping his hands into his leather gloves, he revved up his Harley and zoomed out of the university’s parking lot.

Chapter Two
    K ylie woke up the following morning and groaned when she moved her head. The pain was like a jackhammer plunging through concrete, and it was relentless. When she opened her eyes, another wave of piercing pain like shards of glass poking the backs of her eyeballs assaulted her, and she licked her dry lips, hating the way the desert had overtaken her mouth. Why the fuck did I drink so much of that cheap, shitty beer? She laid her arm over her throbbing eyelids, trying to block out the light in her dorm room.
    The previous night, she’d drunk more than she ever had since coming to the university. Whatever had possessed her to have had so much beer? She groped the nightstand next to her bed, searching for the bottled water she always kept on it. Finding it, she sat up, her body screaming, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed a long gulp. Relief coated her parched mouth and throat. Setting the water back down, she glanced at Taylor’s bed. Small snores filled the room as her roommate slept.
    Easing back down, Kylie covered her eyes again, the pressure making them feel a tad better. She replayed the previous night’s events in her mind, and she knew the reason she’d drunk so much—Jerry. She’d been shocked when she’d seen him in her space, and at first she’d thought he’d come up just to see her, but when he’d told her he had friends in the area he was visiting, a tinge of disappointment had weaved through her. She’d chided herself on her silliness. After all, they’d known each other for many years, and he was used to older, more experienced women. But during the night, she’d caught him looking at her as more than a friend, and when he’d danced close to her, his hardness pressed against her, pleasure had battled with