“In about an hour. I’m sure Hawk’s going too.”
“Oh, yeah. He can’t stand being without Cara. I gotta admit I never saw that one coming. I figured him as being single his whole life.” He chuckled.
“Yeah. Everyone’s still surprised on that one.”Why the fuck did Banger have to pick tonight to talk up a storm? Fuck!
“I don’t want to stay too late. Kylie’s back for the summer, and I want to spend some time with her tonight. She’s supposed to have come here. Have you seen her?”
Shaking his head, he said, “Not really. I think I saw her in the great room earlier. I’m sure she’s around somewhere.”
“Yeah? Good. I’ll go find her.”
Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was get Kylie out of his room and upstairs without Banger seeing any of it.
Banger turned toward the bathroom and took a few steps.
Oh, shit!“The bathroom’s off-limits,” he blurted.
“Off-limits? What the hell does that mean?”
“Toilet’s plugged up.”
“Did you fill out a work order?”
“Gonna do that before dinner.”
“Make sure you do. I’ll leave you to that. See you in an hour.”
When Jerry shut and locked the door, he rushed over to the bathroom. As he opened the door, Kylie came out. “Damn, that was too close. I’d have died if my dad found me in your room.” She curled her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. “I better go. He’ll be looking for me.”
Jerry unlocked his door, opened it slowly, then popped his head out, looking around to make sure no one was lolling about. Before Kylie left, he hugged her tight and kissed her. She broke away, waved, and shuffled down the hall. He shut the door, resting his forehead against it for a moment, then pulled back. Shirking his T-shirt, he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He needed a hot one, but he wished Kylie were there so he could soap up her lush body. Thinking of how her skin glistened under the falling water when they’d showered together at the motel, his dick woke up. Shedding the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the steamy water.
Chapter Twenty-One
One Thursday nighta month, the Insurgents came together at Steelers Bar and Grill to have a few beers, talk about Harleys, and play some pool. It was one of the activities that old ladies were invited to. Club women stayed sequestered behind the walls of the clubhouse. Old ladies and club girls never mixed at any functions. They’d bump into each other sometimes at the clubhouse if an old lady came by to see her man, or if the old ladies were preparing food for one of the family gatherings or a special occasion, but they never acknowledged each other. The club whores knew their place, and they respected the property patch the old ladies wore, secretly wishing they could one day wear that patch themselves.
Steelers Bar and Grill was a local bar that served great wings, burgers, and roast beef sandwiches. It didn’t start out as a biker bar, but when Moe Hampden inherited it from his dad, he changed things up a bit: hard rock and metal music, Harley memorabilia, waitresses with tight white T-shirts, and the best brews on the east side of town. Bikers began flocking to the place, and soon they outnumbered the citizens.
Citizens still came by, but by and large, Steelers was known as a biker bar. The citizen women came to ogle the bikers and try to get a ride on one of their powerful bikes, and the citizen men who came around were usually in their twenties who figured the bar attracted hot women. Some were weekend bikers, and in the warm months their Japanese or German bikes would be parked out front, a source of much disdain and criticism from the Insurgents, who were Harley men to the bone.
On that Thursday, all the old ladies were there and the girlfriends of a few of the Insurgents brothers who didn’t have a property patch. Kylie had often gone to Steelers with her dad before, and that night was no exception. She sat at one of the tables, her white crochet crop top showing off her toned belly, the dangling citrine stone drawing attention to her belly button. Her short jean skirt and four-inch wedge sandals earned many lookovers from the men in the bar—bikers and citizens alike. Every so often, she’d throw her head back and laugh, then glance over in Jerry’s direction.
He stood by the tall counters against the wall, holding a bottle of Michelob. He couldn’t believe how beautiful and sexy Kylie looked, and his fingers itched to sink into her soft flesh, or tangle around her silky hair. Each time she stole a glance his way, he was waiting for it with lust brimming in his gaze.
Sidling up to him, Jax leaned over and said in a low voice, “You better fuckin’ cool it, dude. You’re being too obvious with Kylie. It’s only a matter of time before Banger catches on. You don’t want that shit to go down, do you? Especially here. Just chill. There’re other women who are damned hot in here. Don’t set your sights on something you’ll never be able to have forever.”
Jerry bristled but heeded his friend’s warning for Kylie’s sake. The last thing she needed was for him to make a scene over her—again. He glanced at Banger, who was beaming every time he looked at his very pregnant wife.Banger’s a good guy and a helluva president.Guilt pricked at him as an image of him and Kylie writhing under the sheets flashed in his brain. Banger trusted him to be respectful of his daughter and his wishes, and he’d failed miserably on both counts. But how could he resist his pretty, blonde angel who was so sweet and nasty in bed? How was he ever going to make this work? It seemed no matter what he did, someone was going to get hurt.
The beer bottle clanked against the counter when he put it down hard, drawing a few glances from the brothers. Kylie smiled at him, but he pretended to be engrossed in a conversation with Jax, Rock, and Throttle. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at him, a small pout forming on her lips when he didn’t turn to face her. How he wished he could cover that pout with his mouth and suck on her delicious lips.
“That one is a beauty. She’s wearing her top real low so we can see her titties. I like what I see.” Rock clapped Jerry on the back as he nodded in the woman’s direction. She sat at the table next to Kylie with two of her friends. “Why don’t we go over there and join them? My cock’s hard just looking at her.”
Rock was a pretty basic man: he loved his Harley, Cajun food, whiskey, hard rock, beating the shit out of men, and pussy. He wasn’t interested in going the way of some of his brothers. “Commitment” wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, but he was apparently a good lover and always made sure the women enjoyed themselves. Jerry knew the Sergeant-At-Arms was surprised that he was passing on a lot of hotties both in and out of the club, but Kylie was the only one he wanted to be inside. He couldn’t tell that to Rock, so he dodged out early or made lame excuses about why he wasn’t able to randomly fuck like he used to. He and Rock had had great times sharing women, so he knew the big guy was wondering what the fuck was going on with him.
“Let’s go.” Rock flashed a big smile to the redhead, who kept pulling her top down further. “The blonde with her is just your type. They look like they’ll be fun.”
Jerry glanced at their table and saw Kylie turning around to see what he and Rock were looking at. When she noticed the women, he knew he’d receive the death glare and, sure enough, she delivered it promptly. He shook his head as if to convey he wasn’t interested in the women.
“So, you don’t want to? Man, what the fuck’s wrong with you lately?”
