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

  Jerry’s Passion

  AN INSURGENTS MC ROMANCE

  Chiah Wilder

  Copyright © 2016 by Chiah Wilder

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  Description

  The first time Jerry saw Kylie, he was taken by her beauty and innocence, but he stayed away because she was too young. A member of the Insurgents MC, Jerry’s life revolves around the club, his Harley, and easy sex. Women clamor for the rugged, tatted outlaw’s attention, and he obliges, but his sights are set on the pretty, young blonde who is all grown up now—sweet curves and all….

  Kylie fills his thoughts, and he dreams of his fingers tangling in her glossy hair, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her full lips quivering as she comes.

  Only problem is he can’t have her.

  But… he can’t stop himself from craving her, and if he acts, it’ll surely cost him everything.

  His resistance is waning….

  Kylie McDaniels is the pretty daughter of Banger—President of the Insurgents MC. She grew up in the outlaw biker world, but her father shielded her from the dark side of it, and she still has an innocence he prefers she keep. Banger is very protective of his daughter, and he’s made up his mind that she won’t fall in love with a biker, especially Jerry.

  She’d listen to her father, but the hot, muscular biker makes her want to do some not so innocent things.

  Her insides melt, and her brain turns to mush whenever he looks at her with his hungry, brown eyes.

  Damn. Why does he have to be so sexy?

  As Kylie maneuvers her budding sexuality and attraction to Jerry while trying to stay on the good side of her dad, someone is out there watching her, waiting to make his move. He’s come for retribution, and Kylie is the pawn in his scheme. Will Jerry be able to stop the madman before he strikes?

  Can their forbidden love survive the chaos of the world around them? The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Jerry and Kylie’s love story. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

  Previous Titles in the Series:

  Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1

  Jax’s Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2

  Chas’s Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3

  Axe’s Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 4

  Banger’s Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 5

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  About Throttle’s Seduction

  Excerpt from Throttle’s Seduction

  Chiah Wilder’s Other Books

  Prologue

  Mid-March

  Red Rocks University

  Crested Peak, Colorado

  He stood in the shadows behind a bush, staring intently at the second-floor window. A glimpse of her made his heart race and he licked his lips, ripping off the dry skin with his front teeth. She was so damn beautiful. When he’d decided to seek her out, he had no idea how pretty and innocent she was. Since she was the daughter of the president of the Insurgents MC, he’d figured she’d look tough and used-up. But she was an angel with blonde hair that touched the top of her ass, rounded tits that would fit perfectly in his hands, and big blue eyes that sparkled with innocence.

  He inhaled sharply. Seeing her had changed his plans somewhat. Watching her come and go for the past several weeks, he’d grown attached to her. As crazy as it sounded, he wanted to get to know her, become a part of her world.

  “Mary, come on up. Taylor and I aren’t ready yet!” Kylie yelled out her dorm window.

  The girl she’d called to bounced up the flight of concrete stairs, then entered the three-story, Gothic-style building. It had taken some time for him to find which dorm Kylie lived in. The university had more than fifteen thousand students, but he’d persevered until he found her. She lived with a dark-haired roommate—Taylor—in room number 222, on the second floor in the middle of the hall. A perfect location for him to watch her as she sat at her desk and studied, glanced down at her phone, or just stared out the window at the distant Rockies, a wistful glimmer in her eyes.

  The man had been driven to find her, hate and retribution fueling him on, but then he saw her and his pants grew tight, and he knew his plan had changed. He buried himself further in the bush when the large wooden doors of the building opened and Kylie, Taylor, and Mary filed out, laughing and talking like young college students do. He breathed out when the trio passed by the greenery which hid him. The scent of vanilla, lavender, and patchouli lingered as they scurried down the brick path. Not knowing which aroma belonged to his Kylie—he’d started thinking of her as his—the young man made a note to find out.

  Slipping out from his hiding place, he shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance as he followed the women. Each time Kylie’
s hips swayed, his dick twitched more, and he willed himself to focus on his goal.

  A broad-shouldered young man approached the girls. “Hey, Ricky.” The slight breeze carried Kylie’s sweet voice.

  “Hey. What’re you guys up to?” he asked.

  “We’re going to grab a burger at University Café, then check out the show for Thursday Thrills.” Kylie moved closer to Ricky. Her stalker growled when he saw her arm rub against the college boy.

  “There’s a hypnotist. Everyone’s raving about him. Want to join us?” Mary asked.

  He watched as the three women flirted and fawned over Ricky, who kept staring at Kylie in a way that made his blood boil. Note to self—Ricky’s fucking history!

  “Sure, why not?” Ricky looped his arm with Kylie’s and the four students ambled toward the café.

  Wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, the man leaned against the wall of the Student Center. He’d wait—he had to. He wanted to make sure Ricky Fuckface didn’t spend the night with Kylie. She was his, and no one would take her away from him. Just thinking about running his hands through her silky hair and touching her skin—he imagined it would be soft as velvet—made his dick jab hard against his jeans. It wasn’t time yet, but soon he’d have her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her tight heat. Their fucking would be sweet and nasty, and she’d cry out his name as she came all over his cock.

  Then he’d hurt her real bad. Maybe even cut her delicate throat.

  He had to.

  Retribution sucked sometimes.

  Chapter One

  April

  Crested Peak, Colorado

  Jerry leaned against the trunk of the evergreen as he watched Kylie and her three friends amble on the sidewalk. Her hair shone in the moonlight like liquid gold, and he sucked in his breath when she threw her head back and laughed, covering her lips with her hand. He knew her lips well; he’d been studying them for the past three years. He loved the way she’d lick the sugar off them whenever she ate the donuts in the club’s kitchen. So many times he’d wished he were those granules on her lips as her pink tongue had skimmed over them.

  Kylie stopped and checked her phone, the glow of it casting a white sheen over her face. “Ari says she’s going to meet us,” she said, then giggled uncontrollably. The other two women started laughing with her, and then all three bent over, holding their stomachs, laughing and gasping for air.

  A smile brushed over Jerry’s lips. She’s fuckin’ plastered. His amusement quickly turned to anger when he saw the guy, who’d been walking with them, wrap his arm around her as she leaned in to him, swaying and stumbling. She didn’t seem like she cared that the young man’s hand slowly rode up her shirt, but Jerry cared. He cared a whole fucking lot.

  Pushing off the tree trunk, he came up behind her. “Kylie,” he said in a low, deep voice. From the way she jumped at her name, he knew he’d startled her. She whirled around and peered at him, her face blank, her eyes narrowed. Then a broad smile rolled over her mouth and recognition dawned on her face.

  “Jerry! I didn’t recognize you because… you’re here. What are you doing on campus?” Her eyes didn’t quite focus on his.

  “I came up to visit some friends who live near the university. I thought I’d come by and see you.” His gaze roamed up and down her body, and when it landed on the guy’s hand, ferocity replaced softness. “How are you?”

  “Great.” She pushed the man’s hand away and Jerry smiled, letting his eyes linger on her mouth. Her plump lips shone under the full moon, and he imagined her gloss tasted like cotton candy or watermelon. How he yearned to taste those lips.

  “That’s good.” Jerry leaned in close and caught a whiff of lavender as it wafted around him, landing on his dick. With his fingers, he brushed her hair back from her face, soft like a whisper.

  She looked up at him and blinked. “You’re so sweet.” She pressed against him. “You made a special trip to say hi to me.” She curled her arm around his neck, pulling him down toward her. “Thanks,” she breathed, her lips grazing his ear.

  Fuck! Jerry looped his arms around her small waist and held her close, loving the way she felt in his arms. He’d fantasized about holding her for too long. With her long, silky hair, round tits, and curvy hips, she was his perfect wet dream. And what the hell was up with the way his nerves were sparking? He’d held a ton of women before, but he never felt this connected, this emotional with any of them. Then again, none of them were Kylie.

  “Hey, are you coming with us?” one of the young women asked.

  “Who’s the hot guy you have wrapped around you?” the other woman said.

  Kylie pulled away from Jerry, but he reached out and grabbed her as she nearly fell. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he rasped against her ear. She giggled.

  The other guy took hold of her hand and tugged her to him. “Let’s go.” He began walking away from Jerry with a swaying Kylie in tow.

  Gritting his teeth, Jerry sprinted ahead of the group then stopped abruptly, causing the guy and Kylie to crash into him. Putting his arm around her shoulder, he glared at the young man. “I’m taking care of Kylie. Her dad would want it that way.” The guy looked Jerry up and down then rushed over to the two girls, hooking an arm around each of them.

  Jerry was such a bullshitter. He knew Banger would be livid if he saw his precious daughter snuggled against Jerry’s chest. He knew she was off-limits because she was the president’s daughter, and Banger had made it a point, on more than one occasion, to let Jerry know not to get near her. Hell, Banger didn’t even want him to talk to her, but he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He was drawn to her, and even though he knew it was wrong, dangerous, and all kinds of stupid, he’d wanted Kylie so bad for far too long.

  “You want to come with us to the festival?” She looked up at him, her pretty face so innocent and tempting.

  I want to kiss you hard, suck your pretty tits, and ram my cock in you. I hope you’re not fuckin’ that pansy-ass prick up ahead. If you are, I’ll have to beat his ass. “Sure. Where’s it at?”

  “In the quad. It’s the spring festival, and they have a band, beer, and everything.” Her gaze was wide.

  He laughed and fought the urge to kiss her. She was so damned adorable. Fuck, I’m playing with fire.

  “Wait up, guys.” Kylie gestured her friends to stop then looked up at Jerry. “I want you to meet some of my friends.”

  “Is the asshole a friend, or boyfriend?”

  “Ricky? We’re just friends. Anyway, so what if he were my boyfriend?” She raised her chin defiantly.

  “I don’t give a shit, but your dad would.”

  “You’re not going to tell my dad about me being tipsy, are you?”

  “You’re more like drunk, babe, but no, I’m not gonna tell him.” There’s no fuckin’ way Banger’s ever gonna find out I’ve got my hands all over his daughter. Shit.

  “Thanks,” she whispered.

  They caught up to her friends, and Kylie introduced them to Jerry while he stared impassively at them. His thoughts were only on Kylie, and if she continued drinking at the festival, he would definitely have to carry her back to her dorm room, tuck her into bed, and give her a long, deep kiss good night.

  “It’s kind of awesome you being here. I never pictured you at my college.” Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

  “How come?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just think of you as being at the club.”

  “So, you think of me?” he teased, clasping her shoulder tighter. “I like that.”

  She punched him lightly in his side. “You know what I mean. I just picture you and all the other guys as living and breathing the club. I guess I never imagined you outside the Insurgents’ world.”

  “Yeah, well, I do step out sometimes. I wanted to say hi before I headed back to Pinewood.” I rode my ass up here to see you. Fuck, I go hard just thinking about you. “You don’t come to Pinewood Sprin
gs that often.”

  “I know,” she groaned. “When I first got here, I was so homesick, but now I’m so busy with school, activities, and parties that I never seem to have time to go home and see Dad, and all of you.” She held him tighter. “I’m fucked up. I drank too much.”

  “I’d have to agree, but hold on to me. I’ll make sure you’re okay.” I love the way she feels around me. Damn. I’m like a goddamned love-sick teenager. “Are we almost at the quad?”

  She nodded, pointing in front of them. Jerry saw a crowd and heard the whine of the electric guitars as they approached a large, grassy area. Floodlights were installed all around. Booths scattered around the perimeter of the area, the largest boasting a neon yellow sign over it with the words “Beer Tent” printed in black. All around, students talked, laughed, and drank beer out of red plastic cups. The scent of hickory wisped around the quad, and billows of smoke rose from some of the booths as burgers sizzled on the large grills.

  “You want something to eat?” Jerry asked Kylie, who was still clinging on to him.

  “Yeah, I better get some food. I haven’t eaten since early this morning.” She laid her head against his leather jacket. “I’m feeling real woozy.”

  “Drinking on an empty stomach will do that. Let’s get a burger.” He led Kylie—tucked under his arm—to the food booth, glancing around as they waited in line. There were so many drunk students, and he couldn’t help but laugh aloud as he watched them stumble and fall. He wondered how many times Kylie and her friends went out drinking. It couldn’t be very often; he knew from the bits of conversation he overheard from Banger that she was doing well in college.

  “I want a lot of relish on mine,” she said.

  He looked down, and her gaze met his. They stood watching each other for a long moment. “I think you put your own on. I see a table with a bunch of packets.”

  The people manning the booth looked older than the ones at the event. “What would you like?” a man in his forties asked.

  “Two burgers.” Jerry pulled out his wallet and gave a twenty. After much maneuvering, he managed to sit Kylie down, put the food on the table, and turn over six packets of relish to her, for which he received the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. “You wanna Coke?”