If Kylie were honest, she’d had a major crush on Jerry since he’d first walked through the doors of the Insurgents’ clubhouse. It became worse when she entered high school, and when she’d hit sixteen, she’d noticedhimnoticingher. Fantasizing about him had filled up many teenage nights. When she’d turned eighteen, his flirting and roaming eyes had gone into full gear, and she’d find as many excuses as her dad would believe to go to the clubhouse.
The times she’d come into the great room to see one of the club whores—usually Wendy or Rosie—wrapped around Jerry, his face stuffed in her tits, ignited a burning in the pit of her stomach. Then she’d go home, cry, and start comparing herself to the women who held his attention. She’d always come to the same conclusion—he liked women who had big breasts, hardly wore any clothes, would screw him on command, and worked their mouths, hands, and hips like a pro, and she wassoout of his league. But even when he was lip-locked with a woman, he’d stare at her as she padded through the great room, and within five minutes, he’d stroll into the kitchen, flashing her a big smile, and their flirtation would begin anew.
She’d lost count of how many times her dad had told her that Jerry was nothing but a man-whore, and he didn’t like the way he looked at her one bit. A funny feeling twisted her insides when Banger would tell her about how Jerry was crushing on her. One afternoon, when she was eighteen and a senior in high school, her dad had caught her flirting with Jerry, her crossed leg touching his. He’d gone ballistic, throwing the biker against the wall before lashing out at her. When he’d lifted himself off the floor, Jerry had zipped out of the kitchen. For the next week she’d been grounded, and Jerry had been made off-limits for her natural life, but it didn’t stop her fantasies over the sexy biker.
Kylie shuddered, thinking about what her father would do to Jerry and her if he could see the way she’d shamelessly enjoyed his kiss the previous night. She knew her dad trusted her, and she didn’t want to betray him, but the way Jerry kissed and held her made her want more.
“Hey,” a male voice said behind her.
Withdrawing from her musings, Kylie pivoted to see who the bearer of the penetrating voice was. A man of medium height and dark brown hair and eyes came into view. She glanced at him, trying to determine if she knew him, but her mind was a blank.
“We met last night. At the spring festival.” He plopped into the empty seat across from her.
She frowned. “I don’t remember.” Then she turned away, dismissing him.
“Sure you do. You were eating a burger, and I came by and told you how pretty you looked. I’ve seen you around campus. You’re in my political science class.” He smiled, and she noticed his bottom teeth were crooked.
Poking her tongue lightly into her cheek, she inhaled a long breath. “Sorry, I don’t remember. I had too much to drink.”
He snorted. “Yeah, seemed like it. How do you like Dr. Reagan’s class?”
“It’s okay. I’m not that interested in the subject, but I wanted to get the requirement out of the way. What about you?”
“I spend most of the class staring at you, so I’m not sure what the fuck is going on.”
She squirmed in her chair. The guy looked older than a sophomore, and he was definitely giving out creep-vibes. She didn’t want to chat or get to know him. She scooted her chair back, trying to create some distance. “Nice talking to you, but I gotta do some homework. See you around.”
The man extended his hand. “I’m Marcus. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
Ignoring the offer, she rubbed her neck. “I’m Kylie,” she muttered.
He stared at her. “I know.”
“Gotta go.” She whipped around and strode out of the snack bar, quickly crossing the grassy area to the West Hall dorms.
When she walked into her room, she saw her roommate sitting up on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on her knees, head in her hands. “That was me this morning,” Kylie said as she shrugged off her black cardigan.
“I got so fucking wasted last night,” Taylor moaned, motioning to the water bottle on her desk. “Can you bring it to me?”
Kylie handed her the bottle then sat on the bed opposite her friend. “It was fun, though.”
“I had a fucking blast.” She took a big gulp of water, groaning when she tipped her head back. “Do you have any aspirin?”
“Yeah. Wait a sec.” Kylie padded to the bathroom, spilled out two tablets from the aspirin bottle, and placed them in Taylor’s hand.
“Thanks.” She swallowed them with another gulp of water. “So, who the hell was that hot guy you were attached to all night? He was so damn good-looking. Is he a senior?”
Laughing, Kylie said, “He doesn’t go here. He’s a friend from back home.”
“Where have you kept a hunk like that hidden during the times I went to Pinewood Springs with you?”
“He’s actually a member of my dad’s motorcycle club. I’ve known him since I was like, twelve. We chat and stuff when I’m at home.”
“What does ‘and stuff’ mean? Have you guys had sex? I’ll be super pissed at you if you have and didn’t tell me about him.”
Kylie waved her hand. “No. No way. I could never do that. My dad would fucking kill him then send me to a convent for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously? Damn, the story gets better all the time. Why does your dad care if he’s a biker? I mean, your dad’s one too, so what’s the big deal?”
