“So, will you take me for a ride on your Harley?” Ari’s nasally voice cut into his thoughts.
Jerry shook his head, his lips pressed together. “I don’t take bitches on my bike.”
Ari’s gasp mingled with Kylie’s peals of laughter. As Ari opened her mouth, Kylie said, “No, don’t rip his ass. He’s not calling you a bitch in the way you think. In the biker world, all women are ‘bitches.’ It’s their word for ‘women.’ Don’t take offense.”
Throwing him a dirty look, she said, “That’s fucked up.”
He shrugged then turned away. He was done with this woman’s idle chatter; he wanted to have Kylie all to himself. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he said, “You wanna get another drink?”
“Earlier, Ricky said he’d bring me a beer.”
Jerry grunted. “I can get you a beer. You don’t need any prick doing that when I’m here.”
“Stop.” She scrunched her face, trying to appear angry, but then she laughed. “He’s not a prick. We’re good friends, and he’s always helping me out.”
“I bet he is,” he muttered under his breath. “You just watch yourself with him. He looks like he wants more than friendship. He’s not for you.”
“Why do you say that? Whoisfor me?”
Jerry could swear he saw a shimmer of lust in her blue gaze. “I just knowheisn’t.” How could he tell her he was the best one for her, that he’d treat her real good in and out of bed?I have it bad for her. Fuck!
“Here you go, Kylie.” A smiling Ricky placed a plastic glass of beer next to the one Jerry had brought. Taylor and Mary, smashed off their asses, laughed behind him.
“Thanks.” Kylie’s lips curled into a flirty smile, which made Jerry’s insides boil. He leapt up, pulling her with him. “What the fuck?” she said as beer spilled over the table.
“Let’s go dance. I’ll get you another one.”
Before she could say anything, he was tugging her behind him, marching over to the area in front of the band. The music was not the hard rock beats he preferred—it was alternative music in the vein of Imagine Dragons—but he didn’t give a shit. As long as it placed Kylie in his arms, he’d dance to beating conga drums. Whirling her into his embrace, he moved to the music, loving the easy swing of her hips. His fingers inched down until they landed just under her rounded ass and he pulled her closer to him, chuckling when he saw her gaze widen as his hardness pressed against her.
“Uh… I think this song is more for freestyle dancing instead of couple,” she said, pushing him back with her hands on his chest.
“You don’t like dancing with me?” Jerry cupped her chin in his hand. “That’s too bad, because I’m enjoying dancing with you,” he said in a low voice, smiling at her discomfort. He liked the way she darted her eyes everywhere but on him and licked her lips repeatedly. He fuckinglovedthat he was getting to her.Oh, yeah.
“I do, but I think we should dance freestyle.” Her voice was breathless, and he bet if he placed his hand on her chest, he’d feel her heart pounding away.
He squeezed her tightly, loving the feel of her. “Okay, whatever you want.” She pulled away quickly, her gaze still everywhere but on him.
They danced apart for a few songs, and then she and her friends made several trips to the beer tent. Jerry chugged the red cups of beer she brought him, even though they tasted like piss. He couldn’t believe how everyone was guzzling it down like it was premium shit. He guessed that’s what they thought beer tasted like. After the third cup, he was done with it, and he watched in amusement as Kylie and her friends became even more smashed than they already were.
After she almost fell for the fourth time, Jerry decided it was time to take her to her dorm. Pulling a protesting Kylie away from her friends, he wrapped his arm around her and headed back. Stumbling and stopping along the way provided many opportunities for his hand to skim across the side of her breast and brush against her ass, lighting a fire within him.
Finally managing to find her key on the ring of over two dozen—why the hell she had so many, he couldn’t figure out—he opened her door and lay a giggling Kylie on her bed. “Babe, I can’t believe how drunk you are. I hope you don’t do this every weekend.”
“No, just every night,” she slurred, bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.
“Fuck, I hope you’re joking.” He took off her biker boots and tugged the sheet and comforter down from under her. Tucking her in still clothed—he didn’t trust himself to take off her jeans and tight knit top—he stared down at her, mesmerized by the way her hair spread around her head on the pillow, like a halo. Her breasts heaved gently, and he wanted to feel their softness in his hands. He was sporting a major hard-on, and he knew he could have her, but he didn’t want to take advantage in her drunkenness. It wasn’t that he was a gentleman—if it were any other girl, he’d already have his dick inside her, licking and sucking her tits—butthisbeautiful, vulnerable girl was Kylie. If and when he fucked her, he wanted it to be her decision as well as his. He wanted her to know every single dirty thing he’d be doing to her. Right then wasn’t the correct time.
Jerry sighed and pushed up to leave when a gentle touch held him back. As he bent his head, Kylie put her hand on the back of his neck and drew him to her. With their lips inches from one another’s, she strained forward, hers catching his. Her kiss was soft and warm, and the barriers he’d erected collapsed with that one, solitary kiss.
She drew back a little and Jerry crushed her to him, his mouth seizing hers, knowing he was going to regret it—and not giving a damn. He tangled one hand in her hair, the other one cupping her jaw. It was like he’d never kissed before; it was wild and desperate, and he didn’t know if he’d ever stop. Her tender lips moved in rhythm with his, parting slightly. He slipped his tongue into her welcoming mouth, eager to consume her. She tasted like beer and honey, and the hesitant stroke of her tongue on his sent him reeling. He plunged his tongue harder and deeper, losing himself in her sweet scent and panting breaths. He closed his eyes and the world faded around him.
Then she rubbed her soft tits against him, and it was as if a hot poker jabbed him. His cock strained against his jeans. “You’re killing me, Kylie,” he muttered against her mouth.
“Am I?” she whispered back, her breath scorching his skin.
He was ready to slam her onto the bed, peel off her clothes, and lavish kisses all over her ripe and tempting body. Remembering she was his president’s daughter, who was very drunk, he reluctantly broke away. Jerry’s eyes locked with hers as he rose to his feet. “You don’t know how fucking hard this is, but I gotta leave. Now.” His gaze rested on her lips, swollen from their kiss, and he ached to return to her arms. “You gonna be okay?”
She nodded, and in the moonlight he spotted the heated flush from her arousal. Swallowing hard, he rasped, “See you next time you come to Pinewood Springs. Take care of yourself.” He grabbed the jacket he’d thrown on her desk chair and dashed out of her room, making sure the door was locked. His hard-as-shit dick punched against his zipper, and he knew it’d be a fucking long four hours before he’d be back home. Slipping his hands into his leather gloves, he revved up his Harley and zoomed out of the university’s parking lot.
