by Chiah Wilder
Kylie: Gotta go. Later.
She clicked off, the power and sexiness of his words making her feel funny and achy, especially between her legs. Jerry was so experienced, and he routinely screwed women who knew how to please a man the way he wanted. She was so inadequate. How could Jerry ever be satisfied with her only when she barely knew what the hell she was doing?
Her phone pinged again. She groaned, but then her face lit up when she saw it was her dad.
Banger: How’re you doing?
Kylie: Good. Studying a ton. Glad to hear from u.
Banger: I miss you, honey. When you finished for summer?
Kylie: Three weeks.
Banger: You need me to come up and help with your shit?
Kylie: No. I can fit it all in my car.
Banger: If you change your mind, let me know.
Kylie: Will do. I gotta go to class, Dad. We’ll talk soon.
Banger: Ok. I love you.
Kylie: Me too. Always. :)
She hurried into the classroom. She should’ve asked about Belle and her pregnancy, but she didn’t want to. Kylie liked Belle enough, but she still wasn’t used to her being in her and her dad’s lives. Knowing her father wasn’t alone anymore did bring an enormous amount of relief to her, and he was happy. She just needed time before she embraced Belle wholly. She liked her stepbrother, Ethan, and Emily, her stepsister, was all right as long as she wasn’t drinking and being a pain in the ass. The one thing Kylie was thrilled about was the baby. She’d always wanted a sibling, and she couldn’t wait to hold the little baby in her arms.
The professor walked in, and all talking or texting ceased. Kylie put hers in her purse and focused her full attention to the front of the room. Taking out her notebook and pen—she preferred taking notes by hand—she began scribbling as her instructor lectured.
She recalled Jerry’s text, and the ensuing, sweet throb between her thighs felt good.
I can’t wait to see him. Three weeks can’t come fast enough.
Chapter Fourteen
Her lips sought his, pressing hard against them before she drew his tongue into her mouth. He ran his hands down past her shoulders and came up under her round, soft tits, cupping them. She groaned, crushing against him. He trailed his mouth past her jaw, kissing down her neck and slowly across the top of her chest. Dragging his tongue lightly, his warm breath left goose bumps on her skin and he inhaled deeply, breathing her in. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her hard, erect nipples as she squirmed, her hand palming his throbbing dick.
“I want to suck your big, pulsing cock. I want it down my throat,” Kylie whispered as she slowly unzipped his jeans. He sucked in his—
“Where the fuck are you?” Banger’s irritated voice broke in on his daydream. Jerry’s chair scraped against the floor as he moved it closer to the table. No reason for the brothers to see he was pitching a helluva tent. “I’ve been asking you the same damn question for the last minute. Fuckin’ pay attention.” He scowled at Jerry. All thirty pairs of eyes in the room were on him.
“Sorry about that. I was trying to figure out how we can flush the fuckin’ Skull Chasers out of their rat hole.”
“That’s what we been talkin’ ‘bout. Fuckin’ keep up.” Banger spread his hands out on the table. “So, Jerry says they’re staying at the Cedars Trailer Park. Word on the street is three guys are selling crystal. Now Jerry’s confirmed the assholes are in town.”
“I couldn’t read the fucker’s rocker, but from what my sister told me about the way it looks, it’s them for sure.” While speaking, Jerry stared at Hawk, avoiding Banger’s eyes.
“I can find Rodney and see what he knows,” Axe said. Rodney was an informant they used from time to time.
“Sounds good. Let me know what you find out as soon as you do. We gotta move fast on this one. The last time they were here, they got wind we were looking for them and they split before we could ‘talk’ to them. This time, we’ll show them what they missed.” A hard smile formed on Banger’s lips. “No one fuckin’ moves in on Insurgents’ territory. We’ll crush their skulls.” He laughed and the brothers joined in.
Jerry joined in as well, but his mind was on Kylie and the way her soft fingers explored his body. She was new to being with a man, and he loved the way she let him guide her on how to please him. When she came home for summer break, he’d block off a whole day to explore her fresh body, taste her pink pussy, and show her what her holes were made for.
He shifted in his seat and watched the brothers shuffling outside the room. He’d been so wrapped up with his thoughts of Kylie he hadn’t even heard Banger adjourn church. Breathing deeply for several minutes, he calmed down and waited for his dick to grow limp. Thinking about the blonde sweetheart wasn’t helping, so he concentrated on the Skull Crushers and bashing their faces in. That did the trick. He rose from his chair and headed to the great room.
The brothers were milling around, drinking beer and having some fun with the club whores when he entered the room. He saw Rosie sucking Rock’s cock, and Wendy was bent over his lap as he finger-fucked her with one hand and played with her tit in another. Jerry’s dick twitched—he wished Kylie were there. He walked toward the bar, his eyes glued on Rock and the bitches, and he slammed right into Banger.
“Shit. I’m sorry, man. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Fuck. Your head’s been up your ass all afternoon,” Banger said.
Jerry stared at his president. I’m fuckin’ your daughter. Damn. I’m sorry I disrespected you like that. “I got a lot on my mind. Sorry again.” With his head down, he moved quickly away, but he heard Banger tell Hawk that something was going on with him. He had to play it cool. He couldn’t let the man ever know that he’d had his daughter.
He watched as Banger and Hawk took off, then he let out a breath and ordered a beer and two shots of Jack, his gaze fixed on the wall behind the bar. After he’d come back from his weekend with Kylie, he’d made a half-hearted vow to himself to leave her alone, but he knew he couldn’t. He was hooked, and he craved the time they’d be together again. You really got yourself into a fuckin’ mess.
“Where did you go last weekend?” Axe asked as he slipped onto the barstool next to Jerry, motioning to Puck for a beer.
Chas and Jax joined the duo. “What’s up with you? Baylee still keeping you in line?” Chas asked, chuckling.
Axe’s jaw clenched. “No woman keeps me in line.”
Jax slapped his hand on his buddy’s shoulder. “Yeah, right.”
“Women have a knack of getting what they want from us, but letting us think it was our idea and we’re in charge. Fuck, Addie does that to me a lot. I can’t figure out how she does it.” Chas took a pull on his beer.
Axe laughed. “Baylee too. Fuck, we’re screwed.” He turned back to Jerry. “You got someone?”
Jerry choked on his beer. “What the fuck?”
“Where were you last weekend?”
“Here. I was busy with one of my inventions, and I had shit to do for Wanda.”
“Really?” Axe cocked up one eyebrow.
Jax grinned. “You know something. I’m gonna guess everything Jerry just said was a crock of shit. Am I right?”
Jerry scowled while Chas and Jax guffawed. “You’re fuckin’right, man,” Chas said.
“So, you weren’t in Crested Peak?” Axe said as he brought the beer bottle to his lips.
Jerry froze. How the fuck does he know? He didn’t look at his brothers, just continued drinking and staring at the back wall.
“You pleading the Fifth, dude?” Axe nudged him in his side. “I don’t give a shit where you were. I just want to know who the blonde was you were with. A charter brother in Crested Peak told me he was at a Mexican restaurant on Friday night, and you were with a knockout with a great rack.”
Jerry turned and stared at him icily.
Jax pretended to look somber, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching upward. “Looks lik
e you’ve been found out. Time for you to confess. Who’s the woman, and why are you keeping her hidden?”
“She must fuck real good if you’re willing to drive four hours for it when you got it only a few steps away here. You didn’t even drop by the charter club. Did you fuck her all weekend?” Axe asked, his eyes twinkling.
“Hey, guys, isn’t that where Kylie goes to college?” Chas smirked.
Jerry cracked his neck from side to side then slammed his beer bottle down on the bar, the sound making a few brothers look his way. “Fuck off. Do I have to report everything I do to you? Stay outta my personal life.” He shoved Chas aside and began to leave when Jax and Axe grabbed him and pulled him back.
No longer joking, Chas said in a hushed tone, “Are you fuckin’ crazy? Kylie?”
“You’re fooling around with Banger’s daughter? Do you have a goddamned death wish?” Jax chimed in.
Jerry jerked out of their grasp and scrubbed his face with his fist. “Kylie and I are the only ones who know. And now you guys, but I can trust you.”
Axe whistled low and shook his head. “Bro, you’re a fuckin’ dumbass if you think this shit you’re doing with Kylie is gonna stay in Crested Peak. And thinking Banger’s not gonna find out? Well, that’s just stupid.”
“You need to cut if off now before anyone gets hurt. Think with your brains, not your dick. Fuck Lola, she’s got blonde hair. Damn, you owe respect to your president.” Chas stared hard at him while the other two nodded in agreement.
Jerry nodded. He knew they were right, and he also knew the one who would be hurt the most was Kylie. He was in over his head. If he broke it off with her right then, she’d be hurt, but he couldn’t treat her like a slut. For God’s sakes, she’d been a fucking virgin, and he’d popped her cherry. How would she feel if he never touched her again? How would he feel? He’d had feelings for her since she was sixteen. Every time he fucked a blonde, he pretended it was her.
I’m so damn mixed up. I never should have touched her.
Relationships weren’t for him. A nice girl like her didn’t just give herself to any man, and when she did give herself, she expected a loving, traditional relationship. It was something he couldn’t give her. Banger was right—he was the worst guy for her. The last thing he wanted was to be tied down, let alone endure the fireworks that went along with dating Banger’s daughter.
“So, you gonna break this shit off?” Axe asked, snapping Jerry back to the conversation.
He blew out a deep breath. “Yeah. You guys are right. I fuckin’ lost my head.”
Jax grasped his shoulder. “Women have a knack of making us do that.” He gestured to Puck to bring another round.
Jerry would break it off. Kylie would be upset in the beginning, but in time, she’d understand it was best for both their sakes. She’d never really be happy with him. She needed a guy who wanted to settle down, be faithful. A guy who’d have all his limbs.
* * *
The following evening, Axe and Jerry met with Rodney in a warehouse off old Highway 85. It was a moonless night, and the shadows covered them as they rolled their SUV behind the locale. Rodney, a nervous, small guy who was always sniffing, confirmed that the Skull Crushers were dealing meth in Insurgents’ territory. For the moment, they were confining themselves to Pinewood Springs proper.
“Set up the buy. I’ll meet with them,” Jerry said.
Shaking his head, his mop of curls moving all over the place, he said, “That’ll never work. They’ll make you as a biker the minute they see you. None of you guys can do it. You all look like bikers, and not one of you could pass for a user of crystal.”
“You got a point there,” Axe said. “We’ll figure this out. Just set up the buy for Sunday night. We’ll take care of the rest.”
“Dudes, I’m risking my reputation by doing this.”
Jerry snorted. “Reputation?”
Rodney darted his eyes back and forth between Jerry and Axe. “Yeah. I can’t be known as a snitch. I won’t be able to help you if I’m found out.”
“You’re not gonna be found out. We don’t leave fuckin’ evidence.” Jerry lit up a joint. “Want one?” he asked when he saw Rodney’s hungry eyes. He handed him a roach.
“So, what’re you getting at?” Axe asked.
“I need more than the usual five hundred and a couple of pounds of weed.” He licked his lips continuously, shoving his hands in and out of his pockets.
“Go on.” Axe’s voice was steely.
“I been good to you guys, right? We been working together a long time now. I’ve always been straight with you.”
“How fuckin’ much?” Axe said.
Blinking rapidly, he blurted, “A thousand bucks.”
Axe looked at Jerry. “Do you wanna beat the shit outta him, or should I?”
“Let’s both do it.” They took a couple steps closer to Rodney.
“Okay. What about seven hundred?” They continued to walk to him. “Six…?” Closer. “Okay, five hundred sounds good.” They stopped in their tracks.
“Sounds fair,” Axe said, as Jerry stared at the sweating man. “Sunday night at nine o’clock in the back of the alley by Wesley’s Ironworks. Got it?”
Bobbing his head up and down, Rodney wiped the sweat from his face. “I got it. I’ll set it up. Thanks, guys.”
The two bikers left the trembling informant in the middle of the room, holding the bag of weed they’d brought him as a down payment. Driving back to the clubhouse, they discussed who they could trust to execute the buy.
“What about your sister?” Axe asked.
“No way do I want Kelsey mixed up in this. Anyway, I wouldn’t trust her to keep her mouth shut. Besides, having meth around her is like giving an alcoholic a bottle of booze. It wouldn’t work.” Jerry looked out at the inky blackness.
“Let’s see if Hawk or Banger have any ideas.”
Back at the clubhouse, Banger pulled at his beard as he, Hawk, Jerry, and Axe discussed possible buyers for the transaction.
“We can’t get a user ‘cause users can’t be trusted,” Hawk said.
“Maybe an old lady?”
Banger shook his head. “Don’t want the old ladies knowing the club’s business. Anyway, something could happen, and most of us seem to have old ladies who don’t come from biker backgrounds.”
“It could work if we use an old lady who’s tough and been around,” Axe suggested.
The four of them fell silent until Hawk said, “What about Emma?”
Emma was the manager of the club’s strip bar, Dream House, and she was Danny’s old lady. She had been a hoodrat for years before hooking up with him. She didn’t put up with any bullshit. Emma had also been a meth user about eight years before, so she could play the part well.
Banger nodded. “That may work. I’ll talk to Emma and Danny. If they’re good with it, we’ll take a vote tomorrow. Then we’ll get ready to smash some skulls.”
The following day, the vote came in unanimous. Emma and Danny had agreed to the setup the previous night when Banger had paid them a visit. Axe contacted Rodney to confirm the Sunday night buy. All the brothers had to do was wait and make sure their weapons were in order.
Chapter Fifteen
Every time Ricky saw Kylie, he’d get excited, and he went out of his way to talk and spend time with her. He thought about her too much, and if he didn’t see her or speak with her, his day would seem pointless. He liked her a whole lot and was more than dismayed that she didn’t return the sentiment.
Each time he tried to take their friendship to a different level, she’d give him one of her smiles that made his pants tight, and then remind him that they were really good friends. Problem was he didn’t feel like a friend anymore; he wanted much more from her, but she kept rebuffing him. Ricky knew she had the hots for the muscle man who’d shown up to the spring festival just by chance. He never believed that flimsy story, but from the way Kylie looked at the biker and the way he looked at her, he
knew it’d be a long haul to steer her away from the tatted guy and over to him.
How could he compete? The guy lived in Pinewood Springs and could see Kylie every day. Ricky lived in Denver, a good three-hour drive away. And he was almost positive she’d slept with him the previous weekend. He’d asked his buddy, Jonas, to keep an eye on Kylie while he was in Vegas. When he came back, Jonas told him a tough-looking guy in leather, denim, chains, and tats spent the weekend in her room. It was like Jonas had shoved him into a brick wall. He was crushed and jealous that the badass had a love session with her, and he, the nice guy, only had a friendship.
Shaking his head, he realized he was doing it again: thinking about her. He rushed across the street to Lot C, swearing he was done with all that for the rest of the day. A dentist was waiting to fill a couple of cavities, and he was already running late. He hated parking in Lot C; it was too far when he was in a hurry. The night before, he’d come back to campus too late and the other lots had been full, so he’d had to park in No Man’s Land.
As he approached his car, his face fell and he groaned: the rear passenger’s tire was flat. He didn’t need this. Now he’d never make his appointment. With his remote in hand, he pressed open the trunk and rummaged through it, retrieving the jack then rolling out a spare tire.
Upon closer examination, Ricky realized the tire hadn’t gone flat on its own—it’d been slashed. Standing up, he looked at the other cars to see if any other tires had befallen the same fate. He spotted a few. Figuring someone had gotten his jollies by vandalizing the cars, he crouched down and began to loosen the lug nuts.
Faint music punctuated the stillness of the afternoon. A warm, dry breeze curled around him as he cursed under his breath. Concentrating on placing the jack in the right spot on his car, he wasn’t aware of thumping bass and hard, loud beats until they were almost right on him. Ricky tilted his head up and saw a purple Corvette slowly cruising the lot. Relief washed over his face and he rose to his feet and waved the car over. The sports car stopped in front of him, heat emanating from the engine.