Jerry:Shit. I still want to see u. U?
She sighed, knowing she should stop whatever they had before it consumed her, but she wanted his strong arms around her, his whispered voice telling her she’s the only woman for him. She needed his warmth and desire.
Kylie:Ya. Emily will b home soon. So 11:00 around the corner.
Jerry:Can’t wait, babe.
Kylie:♥
The minutes ticked by and she finally heard the front door open, the jangle of her dad’s chains as he stepped on the marble foyer floors. “Is Belle okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, she’s good. We just had a scare. Her blood pressure is doing good, and she’s got some fluids going in her. I gotta make sure she drinks more.”
“How are you?”
“Fuckin’ beat. I’m gonna head upstairs. You in for the night?”
“Margo wanted me to come over. We haven’t seen each other since Christmas.”
“Have a good time. You gonna be late, or just stay at her house?”
She held her breath. “Just crash.”
“What time you going? I’ll take you.”
“I’m good, Dad.”
“No fuckin’ way I’m letting you drive alone until I nail this fucker who’s been giving you grief.”
Damn!“At eleven. Is that good for you?”
“Yep. I’m gonna wash up, then we’ll go.”
She picked up her phone and texted Jerry the change in plans: he’d pick her up at Margo’s house.
Heat radiated through her when she saw Jerry roll his bike out right after her dad’s taillights disappeared. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she thought about spending the night with him. Her body craved his touch, and already shivers rode her spine as she saw the rugged biker pull up beside her, his inked arms lit up by the streetlight.
She hopped on behind him, and he turned around and kissed her firmly on the lips. With her arms wrapped around his toned waist, she leaned her head against his upper back and relished the warm night air as it caressed her.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at his apartment complex, and he helped her off his bike. Closing the garage door, he hooked his arm around her shoulder and murmured against her hair, “Glad you’re here, babe.”
Tingles coursed through her body and she tucked herself tighter against his side. He led her up a flight of stairs into his building. As they waited for the elevator, his mouth captured hers and they kissed deeply until the bell pulled them apart. Inside the elevator, he tugged her to him again, kissing her and whispering, “I wanted to kiss you the minute you came into Steelers. Fuck, babe, you taste and feel so good.”
When she stepped into his apartment, she noticed the freshly painted white walls and prints of different Harleys hanging on them. The place was neat and functional, and he had the generic bachelor pad color scheme of brown, black, and beige. “Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks.” He continued to trail kisses down her neck, tugging down the strap on her crop top so he could nibble her shoulder.
She giggled. “That tickles. Do you have any beer?”
He nodded, his eyes smoldering. Then he went to the kitchen and brought her a can of beer, which he opened for her. “No hard feelings?”
She took a large gulp and wondered if she’d ever stop being nervous when they were alone. Walking to the couch, she squealed when he pulled her back. “We’re going in this room.” He led her to his bedroom, kissing her as they walked inside. He switched on a small light on the nightstand then whipped off his T-shirt. He took the can of beer from her hand and placed it on the dresser then yanked her to him and whispered in her ear, “I want to make you feel good.” Small nips on her sensitive skin sent a cluster of shivers up her spine, and she whimpered and pressed closer to him. Tugging on her top, he said, “Take this off.”
She lifted it over her head and arms, her lacy periwinkle bra encasing her round, heavy breasts. A low growl from Jerry’s throat startled her, and the feel of his face between her cleavage made her tingle. With her fingers, she stroked his sandy hair, bending down to kiss it. As she did so, he raised his head, his lips covering hers hungrily. With urgency, his tongue jabbed into her willing mouth, and his kiss sent spirals of pleasure through her.
“You make me think a shitload of dirty thoughts, babe.” His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. His hands slid across her silken belly, his finger flicking against the dangling piercing in her navel. Then he trailed his hand up her skirt to the sweet ache between her legs. Slipping his finger under her panties, he buried it between her wet folds as she moaned and pushed her hips forward against him.
“Fuck, baby. Look how wet you are for me. I like that a lot.” With skill, Jerry tweaked her trembling clit and she cried out. “You like that?”
