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

by Chiah Wilder

  She pushed up, her breasts suspended a few inches above the counter. Then he shoved his cock in her hard and she yelled.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, it’s good. Do it again.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.”

  He pulled out and shoved back in hard and fast. As he banged her, her tits swayed, and Kylie watched Jerry’s face contort as the pressure built inside him. “It’s so fuckin’ hot watching your tits bounce. I love watching me fuck you.” He bit his lower lip and she kept his gaze as he came, his eyes rolling back, his fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck!” He stood silent for several minutes, then bent over and kissed the side of her face. “That was awesome.”

  Kylie was consumed with joy and tenderness. This man, about who she’d been fantasizing, was with her at that moment, and they’d just made incredible love. It was better than anything she could’ve ever imagined.

  Jerry pulled out of her, threw his used condom in the trash can, and kissed her deeply. “You’re really something, you know?”

  “Am I?”

  “You know you are. My sweet Kylie.” He kissed her again. “You want some food?”

  She nodded. All of a sudden, she was ravenous.

  “What’s good around here?”

  “I don’t feel like going out. Let’s order pizza and salad and watch a movie.”

  He smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

  An hour later, the empty pizza box and salad containers sat on the small table near the window. Kylie and Jerry decided to watch American Ultra, and as she snuggled in his arms, she realized this could be one of the happiest nights of her life. If only Ricky weren’t missing. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she kissed Jerry’s chest and stared blankly at the moving images on the TV screen.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ricky’s still-swollen eyes fluttered open as best they could. The pounding in his head had been nonstop since the sinister guy hit him the first time with his heavy flashlight. He had no idea what day it was or how long he’d been at the bottom of the hill, but he knew if he stayed there much longer, he wouldn’t survive. His throat was so parched that the only thing that came from it was a deep croak.

  The first night, he’d just laid on the ground, too sore to move, but the following day he’d been able to pull himself up in a sitting position, despite the immense pain from his broken right arm and left ankle. His ankle was as big as a watermelon, and he wasn’t sure if he’d broken or just sprained it. All he knew was that it hurt like hell, and if he didn’t get help soon, he’d die of dehydration.

  He’d been lucky it had rained on and off. Even though the rain was cool, the temperatures remained temperate. Since his clothes were drenched, he was able to suck the water out of the fabric, but it hadn’t rained in a while and he was becoming weaker. He’d lost his cell phone when he fell, but he doubted if he’d have any reception in the desolate and hilly part of the Crested National Park, anyway.

  Ricky knew keeping calm was imperative to his survival. He’d munched on dandelions which carpeted the ground that time of year. He’d read in a trivia book once that the yellow flower was edible and a good source of food if ever stranded in the wilderness. The many grasshoppers and spiders that jumped and crawled around him would be his next choice, but if he didn’t get more water soon, he wouldn’t have to worry about feasting on insects. The problem was he was so tired, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep for a hundred years.

  As he began to drift to oblivion, a couple of male voices rose above the sounds of the meadow. Panic seized him and a shiver of fear wrapped around his spine. What if he’s come back to make sure I’m dead? Ricky realized he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Maybe if he tried to move to the brush, he could conceal himself until his attacker left.

  He pushed with his good arm, but it collapsed from weakness, and he fell back hard against the tree trunk. The voices were getting closer and his heart raced. When it seemed like the chatter was right above him, he discerned a female voice. He’d thought the tones belonged to two males, but he was wrong. He tried to yell, but his parched throat wouldn’t let him. Desperate to gain their attention, he picked up a small rock with his good arm and threw it against a larger rock. In quick succession, he pummeled the large stone with smaller ones.

  “Do you hear that?” the female asked.

  “Yeah, I wonder what it is. I’ve never heard that before when I’ve been up here.”

  “There it is again.”

  Fueled on by their attention, Ricky grabbed handfuls of pinecones, stones, and whatever else he could find to maintain a steady stream of noise that didn’t fit in with the cacophony of chirping birds, scurrying critters, and rustling leaves.

  “I think it’s coming from down there. I’m going to take a look.”

  The woman said, “I don’t think you should. You don’t know what or who’s down there.”

  A small laugh. “You wait here, I’ll be right back.”

  Ricky was weak from throwing the stones at the rock. He didn’t think he could do it anymore, but he pushed himself on, until he saw camouflage pants breaking through the bushes. A man in his late thirties stared incredulously at Ricky before he shuffled back a step or two.

  “Gayle, call 911 ASAP.” The man came over to Ricky. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now.”

  “Nate, the dispatcher’s asking where we’re at,” the woman—Gayle—called out.

  “Tell her we’re at the ten-mile mark above Aspen Meadow.” The man took out a water bottle from his backpack and helped Ricky guide it to his dried and cracked lips. “Easy, kid. You can’t have too much. How long you been out here?” Ricky shrugged. “That’s okay. Help will be here in no time.”

  Ricky nodded then closed his eyes, tears trickling down his bruised face.

  * * *

  When Kylie received the call on Tuesday morning from the police department informing her Ricky had been found, Jerry had already left for Pinewood Springs. Elation coursed through her, and she said a silent prayer of thanks that he was alive. It was torture sitting through her back-to-back classes, and when she finished with her last one, she sprinted to her car, anxious to see him.

  Peakview Hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from the university, and Kylie made it in ten. She passed through the automatic glass doors and approached a shiny black counter with an elderly woman behind it, staring at a computer screen.

  “May I help you?” the woman asked cheerfully.

  “Which room is Ricky Lanning in?”

  The woman’s fingers flew over the keyboard, and in a few seconds she’d provided the room number and directions for the elevators. Kylie rushed over to them and punched the key to the third floor. When she exited, she walked slowly down the hallway, the polished linoleum tiles shining like glass. Locating his room, she softly padded in, passing the first bed. She quietly pulled the flimsy curtain back that separated the room in half. Ricky lay on the hospital bed encased in brilliant white bedding, his head elevated and IV fluids flowing through his veins.

  She came close to him and placed her hand over his. His eyes flew open, the swelling still apparent, although lessened by the ice pack treatment the nurse administered throughout the day.

  “Hey,” Kylie said, her lips trembling. She couldn’t believe how horrible he looked. Who the hell had done something so vicious to him?

  “Hey,” he said hoarsely, a small smile playing on cracked lips.

  “I’m so glad they found you. I was so worried.” She wiped away the tear that escaped down her cheek. He squeezed her hand. “If you wanted some alone time, you should’ve just told us.” She smiled and ran her thumb across his rough skin.

  “You’re in real danger, Kylie.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The guy who did this to me drove a purple Corvette, and he knows you.”

  A sudden sense of terror ran through her like the chill of an icy wind. She felt weak in the kne
es and collapsed on the chair near the bed. The color drained from her face. “He did this to you? How awful.”

  “Do you know who he is?”

  Kylie shook her head. “No. I thought he was just a jerk who got off on intimidating women. But he did this to you because of me. It’s my fault you’re here.”

  “Stop it. I’m here because the guy is a goddamned psychopath. You have to tell the police.”

  “I’m going to tell my dad. He’ll take care of the fucker.” Anger crept into her voice.

  “Oh, yeah. He said he knew your dad, and that they went back a long time.”

  “A long time? How old was he?”

  “I couldn’t see his face so well because he had on these sunglasses with mirrored lenses. Every time I looked at him, I saw my reflection. It was bizarre. He told me he was a senior. I believed him at the time, but now I know it was a lie.”

  “Did you tell the police everything?”

  “Yeah. I’m sure they’ll be contacting you.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “The guy’s obsessed with you. He kept telling me you’re his. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “You won’t. My dad will know how to handle this. You look tired. I should go.”

  Holding her hand, he said, “Don’t go. Stay with me until I fall asleep. The meds I’m taking make me so tired.

  “I’ll stay, don’t worry. You just get better.”

  She stayed long after he’d fallen asleep, the image of the guy in the purple Corvette haunting her thoughts.

  The nurse came in to replace Ricky’s empty IV bag with a new one. She smiled at Kylie. “He’s a lucky man. Are you his girlfriend?”

  “No, we’re just really good friends. I’m so glad those hikers came across him. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost him.” She didn’t add that what had happened was her fault because her stalker thought she had something with Ricky. She couldn’t let the asshole get away with it. Being raised with a dad in an outlaw club, she knew the guy would slither away for a while. He hadn’t planned on Ricky surviving, so he’d lay low. She’d even bet he was long gone from Crested Peak.

  “Your friend is going to be fine. A couple days in the hospital for observation and to get his fluids back, and he’ll be able to go home.”

  She nodded. The nurse made some notes on a clipboard that hung on the foot of the bed, and then left the room. Kylie stood up and stretched her arms above her head. Leaning over, she placed a kiss on Ricky’s forehead. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she whispered.

  As she gathered her purse and car keys, a couple in their forties entered the room. The dark-haired woman had Ricky’s eyes and mouth. Kylie guessed they were his parents, so she extended her arm. “Hi, I’m Kylie. I’m a good friend of Ricky’s.”

  Mrs. Lanning shook her hand and scanned Kylie’s face. “Ricky speaks highly of you.”

  She blushed. “The nurse just left, but she said he’s doing real well and will probably leave the hospital in a couple days. I’m so glad.”

  His mother nodded as his father cleared his throat. “Do you know who the man is who hurt our son?”

  “No. I wish I did. I’m sure the past several days have been rough for both of you.”

  “You can’t even imagine,” Mrs. Lanning said as she stroked Ricky’s forehead.

  An awkward silence spread around them. “Where are you staying?” Kylie asked.

  “The Silver Spruce Motel,” Mr. Lanning said. Kylie bit the inside of her cheek to keep her wicked smile from her lips. “It’s very nice.”

  “I heard it is.” Kylie slung her purse over her shoulder. “I was just leaving. It was nice meeting you. I’ll be by in the morning to see Ricky.” She walked out of the room and made her way to the elevators.

  Back in her dorm room, she updated Taylor on Ricky’s condition. When she told her who’d done this to him, Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “Girl, if you don’t tell your dad, I will. This is some real scary shit like you see in the movies, only this is real life. What a sick fuck. It’s a damn good thing school’s almost out. At least you’ll have the distance for the next three months.”

  “I know. And I’m calling my dad straight away. I just have one more week then I’m home. Ricky’s parents are here, so they’ll take him back to Denver when he’s released from the hospital.”

  “I wonder what’ll happen with his finals. The whole thing sucks.”

  “The school is giving him an Incomplete in his classes for now, and he can take the finals when he feels better over the summer. What a fucking drag. I’d invited him to come see me in Pinewood during the summer. I hope he will. And you have to come see me too.”

  “I plan to. I’m taking it easy this summer. What’re you doing?”

  “I’m looking for a job. I want to earn my own money, and I’m still not all that comfortable with Belle being my stepmom. It still seems weird, but I pretend it’s cool for my dad’s sake. I mean, it is cool—for him. I’m happy he found someone. He’s not as grumpy.” She laughed.

  “It took me a long time to get used to my stepdad, but now we get along fine. He’ll never replace my dad, but he doesn’t want to, and when I really understood that, everything just fell into place. Give it some time.”

  “I am. It’ll be nice when the baby comes. I never thought I’d be a big sister.”

  The two girls chatted well into the late-night hours. Later, as Kylie lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, she let herself be happy. For the past several days, anxiety took center stage, but Ricky had been found, so she could cherish and linger on the memories of her awesome night with Jerry at the motel. It was the happiest she’d been in a very long time. She felt a deep connection between them, and the way she’d catch him staring at her when he didn’t know she was looking told her he felt it too.

  She was beginning to fall hard for him, and she knew that was dangerous. She’d been around bikers her whole life, and they were “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em” type of men. Kylie was lucky to have a wonderful dad who’d never cheated on her mom, and she knew he would be true to Belle, but he was quite the anomaly in the outlaw biker world. The way the men played musical pussy with the club women made her head spin. She had no business even entertaining the notion of falling in love with Jerry. He was a runaround, a man who liked easy sex and a lot of it. She was his fantasy come true, just like he was hers. But after the novelty wore off, he’d move on.

  Her insides lurched when she thought of him with the club girls. She’d hoped he wasn’t screwing them, but she didn’t have any claim on him. He was a free agent. Stop doing this to yourself. You’re having a great time with him. Take it for what it is. Kylie covered her eyes with her arm. But I want more. I want all of him. I want him to fall hopelessly in love with me, and never want anyone but me. Stop it! You’re acting like you’re still in high school.

  Jerry was a womanizer, and she’d given her body to him—and was loving every minute of it. But she was determined not to give him her heart so he could trample on it.

  After all, she knew how bikers were with women.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “This fucking dead man drives a purple Corvette and, according to Kylie’s friend who this asshole beat up, he has a big-ass cobra tat on his right arm. He’s been scaring my little girl, and the way he’s acting tells me this isn’t some random shit. He’s targeted her, and I want the fucker dead, but not before I have a ‘talk’ with him.” Banger’s blue eyes flashed, waves of anger emanating from him.

  “How long’s this been going on?” Jerry asked tightly. He tried to act pissed in the same way all the other members were, not in the way a man crazy over a woman would be. He was one step ahead of Banger, because he was gonna cut the sonofabitch’s balls off and stuff them in his goddamned mouth.

  “Apparently for about a month or so. I wish Kylie would’ve told me right away. The fucker would be nothing more than dust. Damn, she should’ve known better than to keep this to herself.”


  “The asshole’s probably gone underground with that kid pulling through. There’s no way he’s gonna hang around with all the heat on him.” Hawk rubbed his face. “But we know that’s not gonna stop him, right?”

  “He’s obsessed with my little girl, and it seems he’s got something against me. He’s not gonna stop until we stop him.” Banger turned to Hawk. “Find out how many damn purple Corvettes with a white racing stripe there are in the state. I want to know the profile of each and every damn owner.”

  “I’ll also check Nebraska, Wyoming, and New Mexico, just to be sure. I’m with you—this isn’t any random shit.”

  “It’s sounding like some fucked-up vendetta,” Throttle said. “Now that’s gonna be hard to figure out who you pissed off, Prez. It’ll be easier to find the owner of the damned sports car.”

  “You’re right. I’ve pissed off a shitload of people, but I don’t want my Kylie suffering for shit I’ve done.” Banger took a gulp of beer.

  Jerry narrowed his eyes. “We know the fucker’s a coward. Going after a beautiful young woman to get back at her dad is chickenshit.” Jerry looked away when Banger threw him a quizzical look when he said “beautiful” to describe Kylie. It just slipped out.

  Still staring at Jerry, Banger said, “Let’s put it to a vote, because I’m gonna need everyone in on this. I’m gonna ask you all to keep an eye out for the bastard, and for Kylie. I want to find him, and this may be my personal problem, so if some of you don’t want any part of it, I’ll understand. No worries.”

  “Kylie’s like our own daughter,” Bear said. Several of the older members nodded in agreement. “Count me in.”

  Many voices echoed Bear’s sentiment, and when all was over, the membership voted to find out who was targeting Kylie and snuff him out. When the gavel hit the table adjourning the emergency meeting, the brothers made their way to the great room to unwind. Jerry started to walk out when Banger called him over.

  “What’s up?” Jerry shoved his hands in his jeans’ front pockets.