Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) (19 page)

Kylie smoothed the soap over his firm butt, and the urge to bite his taut, round cheeks surprised her.
What is it with me and the ass tonight? Damn.
After several minutes of touching him everywhere but his dick, she rinsed him off then let him rinse her. Her body was humming and desire bubbled just below the surface of her skin. He turned the water off and helped her out of the tub, then wrapped a large towel around her. He dried her down, and each time his hand grazed over her nipples or pussy, she held her breath. She was on fire, and she needed him to put it out.

He kissed her deeply, holding her hand as he guided her over to the sink. Removing her towel, he nipped the back of her shoulder blades. “Put your hands on the counter and bend over,” he said in a low voice.

Placing her hands on the cool surface, she obeyed. “Like this?” She looked at him in the mirror.

“Spread your legs more.”

She complied, her pussy twitching from excitement. He rubbed his hands all over her back and ass then slipped over her throbbing sex before he cupped it tightly. And it felt
so
good. Her head dipped down and she moaned, gasping when he buried his fingers into her slick folds.
This feels incredible
. She clenched her sex and rolled her hips, causing a sweet ache, which heightened her pleasure.

“You like that, babe?”

“Mmm… It feels real good.”

“It only gets better.”

In the mirror, she saw him drop to his knees. Then her legs bucked when his warm tongue swiped her clit in one long, slow lick from just above her puckered tight hole all the way to her sweet spot. He lapped over and over, and she squirmed with each lick. He chuckled, the vibration going right up her pussy, and she whimpered in response. Spreading her legs wider, he separated her swollen lips and sucked her clit into his mouth. She gasped—it was divine. She looked at herself in the mirror: her face was flushed, her skin dewy, and her eyes burned with arousal.

Jerry deftly played with her clit, stroking the side of her hardening nub with his tongue. Then he swirled it around her sensitive spot in teasing circles, then back to the stroking, then the slow, long licks. Kylie was beside herself with passion and burning lust. When his tongue lightly laved her wet opening, she reached behind her, grabbed his hair, and pushed his face against her pussy, urging him on.

“You want me to tongue-fuck you?” He laughed softly, and the sound of it made her crazed with desire. She never knew she could feel this way.

In one movement, his stiff tongue entered her and he shoved it in and out, his index finger gently stroking her sweet spot. The pressure built deep inside her and all her muscles tensed, clenching until a huge jolt of raw pleasure ripped through her. Dropping her head down, she drew herself closer to the counter, her knees weakening. “Oh. That’s so good. Oh!” Her moans and cries echoed off the bathroom’s tiled walls, and Jerry flattened out his tongue and covered her trembling mound as she flew over the top of the world. In all the times she’d touched herself, or had a few men fumble with her during major make-out sessions, Kylie had never experienced anything as intense as that.

As a shattering euphoria morphed into a pleasurable warmth spreading through her, Jerry stood up, his smoldering eyes connecting with hers in the mirror. He licked her juices off each finger, his gaze never leaving hers. Then he moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, trailing his lips down her spine to the small of her back. Leaning over, he grabbed the foil packet, ripped it open with his teeth, and took out a condom. Kylie watched him roll it over his stiff dick.

Placing his knee between her legs, he spread them out more then took his sheathed cock and ran it up and down her wet arousal, bringing it to her heated slit. Gripping her hips, he inched in. “Does it feel good?” he asked as he looked at her in the mirror.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

“No.”

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. That’s good. You’re gonna love it this time.” He pushed further into her until he filled her up. Her walls closed around him like a clamp. “You’re so damn tight. I fuckin’ love it.” He pulled out then pushed in, following the same pattern for a while.

Kylie, picking up on the rhythm, ground her ass against him as he thrust into her. “Raise up more on your arms. I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you.”

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.

R
icky’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 knees 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.”