Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(18)

“Small tits?” Blaine growled. “Next person that says that gets a bullet between the eyes. This one is all mine. You don’t look at her. You don’t think about her. And if you have the balls to talk to her, you do it with goddamn respect.” Blaine felt his fingers touching Jessa’s bare belly. That smooth, warm skin. His hand turned and grabbed her hoodie and her shirt. Next thing he knew, he was tearing both up. “And look… they’re f*cking amazing…”

Blaine lifted Jessa’s hoodie and shirt up. Of course she had to be wearing a red laced bra that hugged her small chest with perfection. Her tits were as beautiful as he remembered them all those years ago. Creamy, an exact handful for Blaine, pressing against her bra.

The guys started to whistle and cheer.

Blaine pulled Jessa’s hoodie down. He felt her try and wiggle, like she wanted to get away and attack him.

“Listen,” Blaine growled. “You f*cking blow this and you're on your own.”

Blaine tugged at Jessa again and they started to walk back to the bar.

“Hey,” Jace said. He pointed to the money. “You keep that. You’ll need it for antibiotics if you spend the night with Blaine.”

They all laughed again.

“Fuck you all,” Blaine said. “I’m going to bang all your mothers and sisters at the same time.”

“My mother is dead,” Jace said.

“Like he would care,” Nate said.

Jessa then grabbed the money and stuck it in her back pocket and walked to the bar.

Blaine approached and sighed.

Their food was at least ready, along with fresh beer.

“What the f*ck are you trying to prove?” Blaine growled. “Those guys…”

“Shut up, Blaine. I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of the night. I’m going to find a hotel and stay there.”

“No you’re not.”

“Oh, I’m not?”

Blaine looked at Jessa. “I just saved your ass. And you have my sixty dollars. I expect both in return. Tonight.”

“Please,” Jessa said. “I’m keeping both to myself.”

Blaine felt a roar in his throat. This woman was driving him insane. All he needed to do was put her in his room for the night. Then he could come back out and find a couple relievers to help him out and then sleep on a goddam pool table. It was better than dealing with Jessa and her temptation.

As Blaine thought about his plan, he saw Jessa look at her food as she ate. She ate it slow, her hands shaking. He saw her blinking fast, too.

She was really terrified.

She wiped the corner of her eye, trying to hide it.

Blaine had plenty of weaknesses in the world… beer, *, fighting, tits, all the normal stuff. But there was one other thing that cut through him.

A pretty woman crying.

Blaine put a hand to Jessa’s wrist. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get out of here.”





eight.



Jessa couldn’t believe what she was doing.

On the back of a motorcycle. Her hands gripped tight to Blaine’s leather cut. Her body shivering with fear because she had never been on a motorcycle before.

Well, okay, she had been on a motorcycle once before. And that too was with Blaine. He had been working a case and picked up a stolen motorcycle. He kept it for a couple days to play with. He had been giving Meghan and Janey rides. Meghan flipped when he took Janey for a ride. But Janey looked so cute putting a helmet on, sitting on the back of a motorcycle, holding onto Blaine. Something about the image just stuck with Jessa. No matter how cold and callus he seemed to be, he really cared about Janey.

Then he asked Jessa to go for a ride. They had that moment again… looking at each other, sly side smiles. Silent flirting. Such stupid stuff considering Jessa’s best friend had been standing right next to them. Jessa couldn’t resist Blaine’s offer then. So she got on the back of the motorcycle. He hit the throttle and they took off down the road. Jessa remembered her hands sliding around his body, hugging tighter as they went faster. She hated the feeling. She hated that being that close to Blaine was turning her on. Because of Meghan.

When they stopped at a stop sign, Jessa demanded to be taken back. She got so pissed at Blaine, accusing him of going too fast and purposely trying to scare her. She remembered wanting to go home. Meghan yelled at Blaine, calling him an irresponsible *. They got into a huge fight because of it. Megahn threatened Blaine, saying that if he ever killed her daughter, she’d never forgive him.

That was the worst to see. When Meghan would casually remind Blaine that Janey wasn’t his. Janey’s father was truly unknown. And Blaine had stepped into that role with love. And it always got thrown in his face.

Jessa caught herself squeezing even tighter at Blaine right then as they rode through town. She wore his bucket helmet and he didn’t wear a helmet at all. She thought about how much he had to drink… two beers. So he wasn’t drunk or anything. The two beers she drank, however, had more of an effect on her. She was buzzed. Her mind spinning, stuck between all that had happened.

When Blaine stopped his motorcycle, they were outside a small ranch style house. There was a driveway with a one car garage. It looked like a normal house in a normal neighborhood. Definitely not Blaine’s style. The same could be said from the moment Jessa stepped into the house. It was a fully furnished normal looking house. She expected whatever place Blaine called home to be littered with beer bottles, pizza boxes, and naked women.