Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) by Chiah Wilder Page B

She’d been missing him so much, and all she wanted was a tiny connection to him, so she’d weakened and contacted him. And he’d acted like she was a nobody! Red streaks crept across her cheeks when she replayed their “conversation.” Her stomach dropped when she pictured Jerry with Rosie’s lips around his dick and Wendy’s boobs pressed against him. He probably couldn’t wait to get rid of Kylie. That was probably why he told her about the women—he was busy when she’d texted. Her ears and face felt impossibly hot.
    She wasn’t stupid—weak, perhaps, but not dense. She learned her lesson: never contact Jerry again. No matter how vulnerable she felt, she’d rather die alone than ever call or text him again. She pounded her fist on her desk. Never again.
    Knock. Knock. Knock. Kylie opened the door and Ricky, in blue jeans and a Megadeth T-shirt, smiled at her, raking his gaze over her form. “Hiya.”
    Still fuming over Jerry, she grunted her hello and with a quick wave of her hand, gestured him to come in. With a quizzical look, he came in and leaned against her desk. “You okay?”
    “Yeah. Why?” she snapped.
    He shrugged. “You just look really pissed. Did I do something to make you mad?”
    Ricky’s earnest face melted her frosty anger. It wasn’t fair to be mad at him because of the way Jerry treated her. If she were smart, she’d forget about him altogether and concentrate on Ricky, who actually liked her and treated her well. But she was pulled to Jerry—the bad boy. And why not? All her life, she’d been surrounded by them. They were exciting, sexy, and dangerous, and she’d grown up in the biker life, even though her dad shielded her from a lot of the violence and darkness that was a part of his world.
    “Well, did I?” His question brought her back to the present.
    She shook her head. “No. I’m sorry. I’m just having a bad moment, but it’s over. I’m ready to rock. This concert’s going to be so much fun.” As Kylie feigned an enthusiasm she didn’t feel, Ricky’s wide smile replaced his furrowed brow. “Are your friends meeting us?” She picked up her jean jacket on the bed and slid it over her black crop top.
    “In the parking lot next to my car. I’m driving.”
    Bending over to pick up her phone, she inspected it to see if it had broken during her fit of anger. No, it was still intact. “I’ll text Taylor, Mary, and Ari to meet us. It’s parking lot A, right?”
    He nodded. “Right next to the laundry room.”
    As they ambled to the car, Ricky took her hand in his. She wanted to pull away, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, especially since she’d been bitchy to him when he’d come to pick her up. They walked hand in hand, and as they approached their group of friends in the lot, Kylie’s skin prickled. She had the strangest sensation that someone was watching her . Looking around, nothing seemed amiss, but she couldn’t shake the feeling.
    “Are we ready to rock?” Taylor said as she lifted her arms in the air and shook her hips. They all laughed. Then the six of them climbed into Ricky’s SUV, and they were off.
    The Black Sheep was in the middle of the block on Prospect Ave. in downtown Crested Peak. Its capacity was six hundred people, and when popular bands played at the venue, it was usually sold out. That evening was no exception. Black Stone Cherry was a popular band and had never performed in Crested Peak before, so when the group got there, a long line had already formed. Since it was standing room only, they’d arrived early, hoping to be among the first in so they could secure a good spot on the floor.
    Black Stone Cherry was one of Kylie’s favorite bands; she loved their hard-edged, southern metal songs. She’d waited a long time to see them, having missed them two years before when they’d performed in Denver. She should’ve been excited to the max, but thoughts of Jerry with Rosie, Wendy, Lola, Kristy, and the other club women