Kylie:Great! I’m on my way.♥
Jerry sat up, his elbow knocking his beer bottle on the floor.What the fuck?Puck rushed over, placed a new bottle of Coors on the table, cleaned up the spilled beer, and ambled back to the bar.
Jerry:U driving back home now? The rain is bad.
Kylie:No. I’m here. Almost at clubhouse.:)
Jerry:Ur dad’s here.
Kylie:Figured he was since he wasn’t home. See u in a bit.
Why in the hell was she coming to see him at the club when she knew Banger was there? Damn, he wished she would’ve told him she was coming sooner, and he definitely wished he wasn’t sporting a hard-on just thinking about her being near him again. He groaned inwardly. He had it so bad for Kylie that he couldn’t fucking believe it. Even though he’d fantasized about her and figured it would be awesome to fuck her, he never counted on the emotional pull she’d have on him.
“Hey, you drinking alone?” Axe asked as he pulled out a chair and plopped down on it.
“Not anymore.” Jerry stared at the front door. “What’re you up to?”
“Just hanging. Baylee’s got a dinner meeting with some business people. She’s trying to get them to come onboard with the firm. She really wants the Gilpin Mall Complex. So, I’m solo tonight. Want to get barbecue later?”
“Sounds good, but I’m not sure I can make it.”
“You guys going out for barbecue? Count me in,” Throttle said as he came up to their table.
“Me too,” said Chas as he motioned to Puck for a round of drinks. Addie’s hanging with the old ladies on their night out bullshit.”
“You don’t seem too happy ‘bout it,” Throttle said.
“Belle started it. It started off with them getting together when we’d have a club party that they couldn’t go to, but now they’re doing stuff on days their men are home. Damn, it pisses me off. All I think about is if someone’s checking out my woman.”
Jerry laughed. “I think that’s the point of the ladies’ night out gatherings. They want their men to think about them the way they do when you guys are at a club party with all the bitches. And from the scowl on your face, it’s working.” He clapped Chas on the shoulder.
“So I’m guessing Jax will be available as well as Banger, Hawk, Bear, and Danny?” Throttle took a sip of his drink.
“Pretty sure they’ll be at the club tonight,” Axe said. “It was a bitch riding in the rain.”
The brothers all gave stories about the worst weather they’d ever ridden in, and Jerry half-listened. His ear was tuned in to the parking lot and the hiss of tires on the wet gravel. Soon couldn’t come fast enough for him. He couldn’t wait to wrap Kylie’s small body in his large arms, kiss her deeply as her scent circled around them. He had to stop thinking like that or else he’d have to stay pushed in at the table, hiding the bulge in his jeans.
The squish of wet rubber on damp gravel hit his ears, and his jeans got even tighter as a current of joy zinged up his spine. He wanted to jump up and meet her in the parking lot, give her a big hug and kiss, murmur against her silky hair that he’d missed her and thought of her too much. But Banger’s office faced the parking lot.
Cool air skimmed his back, and he knew she’d entered. He could sense her, smell her,feelher. Her soft footsteps padded over to him, and her hand on his shoulder burned away the wind’s chill. She bent down low and breathed in his ear, “Hey.”
Her subtle floral scent made his muscles tighten with desire. Jerry took her hand, squeezing it then letting go. “Hey,” he replied hoarsely.
Kylie dragged a chair next to him and sat down. She smiled at the guys who stared at Jerry. “How’s everyone doing?”
“Good,” said Rags. Jerry didn’t miss the way his eyes ran over her body, and it made his blood boil. He slipped his hand under the table and placed it on her thigh, clutching it lightly.
“What about the rest of you? Oh, Puck, can you please bring me a Coors?”
Puck looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Jerry chuckled. “Do you think you should have a beer with your dad around? I mean, you don’t want to cause any grief for Puck if he serves you and your dad goes fucking ballistic.” Puck’s face relaxed.
“I don’t think my dad would mind, but I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. I’ll just take a Diet Coke, no ice.” She moved her hair behind her shoulder. “How’s Addie been?”
“Good.” Chas rubbed his hand over his face.
“So everyone is just good?” She smiled at the prospect when he set her pop down in front of her. “Thanks, Puck.” He scurried away to the safety of the bar. After she took a sip, she turned to Jerry, her voice soft. “And how have you been?”
“Okay.” His gaze lingered on her mouth, her full lips begging to be kissed or wrapped around his cock. He shifted his eyes upward, locking onto hers, and he sucked in his breath when he saw longing in them. In that moment, it was as if they were the only ones in the room; the physical awareness of each other was that acute. Seeing her, being so close to her, made him crave her like an addict. He’d tasted her mouth, and he couldn’t forget its flavor.
