Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(16)

Jessa caught herself and turned her head.

A second later, she heard the clanking of a belt.

Blaine then dropped his jeans like nobody was in the room.

Jessa gasped and covered her mouth.

He has no shame.

There was a set of lips tattooed on his left ass cheek and it somehow just seemed so fitting for Blaine.

He stepped out of his boots and jeans and then walked forward.

When he walked, his ass didn’t jiggle, it flexed with thick and hard muscle.

Jessa had never seen a man like this before. He was the most vile man when he spoke. But he was freaking sexy when naked. Better yet, he was her best friend’s ex-fiance.

The only reason they’re not together is because Meghan died.

Blaine walked into the bathroom and turned. At the last second, he shut the door, just before Jessa was able to see everything.

The sight of it all didn’t shock her… what shocked her was that she hadn’t been able to see everything.

Jessa shut her eyes.

Don’t do this… just keep punching him in the mouth.





seven.



Blaine’s hand was vise tight around the base of his cock. His other hand was balled up in a fist and against the wall. He was painfully hard and it was for all the wrong reasons.

Goddamn Jessa…

She had become more beautiful than before. Which seemed insane, but it was true. She had been Meghan’s flirty best friend. The shy kind of flirty. The kind that he’d caught looking at him. Then she’d blush and rush away.

Yeah, things with Meghan had never been perfect, not from day one.

“Shit,” Blaine growled.

He pumped his cock, watching his shaft getting thicker.

He couldn’t control himself. He regretted kicking both those women out. At the very least he could have kept one handy for this exact situation. If he didn’t get a little relief, he was going to lose it on Jessa. He was going to throw her to the bed and just have her. And she wouldn’t resist him because she understood it too.

That tight ass pressing against her jeans. The way she wore hoodies, trying to hide her tits. Blaine had seen her enough times in a bikini to know what was there. They were handfuls. Perfect little handfuls. Maybe not the wild balloons Blaine had been used to with the crazy women he ran with through the strip clubs, but goddamn, everything about Jessa was one hundred percent real.

Including her fear.

Blaine felt his hand move over the head of his cock. His legs flexed and he groaned, already feeling the urge to let go. The more he thought about Jessa, the harder and faster his hand moved. He couldn’t really remember the last time he had to take care of himself like this, but there was no other choice. If he was going to help Jessa, it had to be done the right way. That meant keeping quiet, calm, and hidden. Then he could hit the streets, find Vin, and finally get the revenge that had been burning in him for years.

Speaking of burning inside me…

Blaine thought about Jessa in a bikini. They had all gone to the beach plenty of times. Fucking watching her standing there, her toes in the water. A breeze playing with her blonde hair. The curves of her hips were a little wide, but so natural, like they were meant to hold onto and pull while you were f*cking her.

“Shit,” Blaine hissed.

He moved faster. The water pounded against his neck and back.

You’re really going to do this? You’re going to jerk off in the shower thinking about Jessa?

Blaine sucked in a breath and groaned. When he exhaled, so did his dick. He shot straight forward, hitting the tiles. His hand kept going, up and down his shaft, cleaning him out. With each pulse, he felt himself relaxing just a little more. It was like a cheap and effective drug. And definitely addicting.

As Blaine stroked one more time, he sighed and shut his eyes.

Goddamn right…

He stood up and washed all the evidence away. He then cleaned himself up of all the blood from that Eight Under scumbag. Blaine shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried and exited the bathroom.

Half of him figured Jessa would be gone. Hell, a part of him hoped she would be gone.

The other half of him said that if Jessa was still waiting… she would be in big trouble.

Jessa looked up from her cell phone and hurried to turn it off.

She was still there.

Blaine grinned as he watched her eyes climb up and down his body.

You’re in big f*cking trouble, sweetheart…

***

“Stay close and order something good,” Blaine said to Jessa.

They were at the bar and the clubhouse was filling up. Drinks were flowing, music playing, voices getting louder as everyone took turns telling stories or arguing the facts of other stories.

Normally Blaine would be right in the middle of it, loving the chance to talk about his dick or some women he f*cked last night or last week. But his instinct wanted to keep Jessa calm and safe. At least in front of the other guys. This Vin situation could potentially be very bad. If he was running rampant, sending out threats, then Blaine needed to kill him. And fast. He’d been inside long enough to lose cred on the street, but being inside didn’t mean being cut off. A guy like Vin would have been taken care of in prison and he’d have arrangements on the outside.

Blaine whistled and the prospect he punched was right there, nodding at him.

“Get her a burger,” Blaine said. “I’m guessing overcooked and dry.”