Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(36)

“He takes pay offs,” Blaine said. “Lets certain guys walk the streets and he takes a cut of everything. I’m sure he’s got favors owed for shit done in prison. So he’s got suppliers. He’s getting deliveries. That’s what we need to do. Find out who and when.”

“You realize…,” Gaige said and then paused.

The table was eerily quiet.

“Aye,” Shay whispered.

“Fuck,” Nate said.

Trev stared off into space. His face like stone and his eyes glazed over.

Blaine knew where Gaige was going. He pushed back and shook his head. All he could think about was Jessa at the bar. Just sitting there. Looking around.

I’ve got to fly her to safety. Send her east.

Blaine had a few old friends in Maine that were almost off the grid. Jessa could fly there and stay until everything sorted itself out.

“I guess we should just put it out there,” Miller said. “I’ll say it. He’s probably working directly with the cartel.”

“And if we step in that pile of shit,” Blaine said, “we’ll leave a smelly trail right back to this clubhouse.”

“Not if we protect the guns,” Gaige said. “Maybe we can… buy the order for ourselves.”

“Jesus,” Shay said. “No. No, brother.”

“Then we come up with a better plan,” Miller said. “You guys ever get a package you didn’t want? Or came to the wrong address? What did you do?”

“Send it back,” Trev said.

“Exactly,” Miller said. “Return to sender… so that’s what we’ll do.”

“This is going to get bloody,” Gaige whispered.

“That’s what I said to Jace’s mother last night,” Blaine said with a grin.

“You motherf*cker,” Jace said and stood up.

“That’s exactly what I am,” Blaine said.

“Okay, okay,” Miller said. “Let’s vote this and then everyone can go f*ck each other’s mothers.”

Jace sat back down.

They took the vote.

Instead of going headfirst and attacking Eight Under, they were going to work around it. They were going to get to the supply and work that way.

It was an insane risk.

It was a deadly risk.

It would probably hurt the MC’s reputation in town. It would make Ethan cream in his pants to take down a few of the members, too.

Miller smacked the gavel and the table started to clear out.

“Go see your woman,” Gaige said to Blaine.

“Yeah, right,” Blaine said.

The room cleared out and Blaine sat for another minute.

He definitely needed Jessa to get to safety. There was nothing he could do about it this second though. He needed to explain everything to her. Every detail and every reason why she had to get out of Frelen and get out of California.

But he couldn’t deal with Jessa with the way he felt. He stood up and grabbed at his jeans. He shook his head. There was no f*cking way in hell he was going to jerk off in the clubhouse either. Not with all the women lingering around looking for some fun.

Plus, he owed nothing to Jessa. She owed nothing to him.

Blaine left the room and saw her sitting at the bar. She was drinking a bottle of water. Such a good girl princess… bitch… Her lips wrapping around the skinny top of the bottle. It made the blood rush fast through Blaine’s body. His jeans tightened as his cock started to fill.

To his right, he noticed a reliever eyeing him up. She was sitting in a chair, already halfway naked. He nodded to her and she grinned wide, rubbing her pointer finger to her bottom lip.

Sorry, Jessa, this isn’t personal. This is business.

***

“Shut the door. On your knees.”

Blaine backed up and opened his jeans. He dropped them, letting his cock pop free. He gripped himself tight and sat down on the bed.

“Come on, hurry the f*ck up.”

“Want me to strip?” the woman asked.

“The only time I want to hear your voice is when your choking on my dick,” Blaine said. “Now.”

He leaned back to his elbows, releasing the hold on his cock.

The woman did as told, going to her knees. Her left hand tried to wrap around his dick, pumping him. Her sloppy mouth went right to work. Her tongue swirling around the head of Blaine’s cock. Flicking up and down, making noises.

“Come on,” Blaine said. “Suck it. Hurry. I don’t have f*cking time.”

The woman moved over the top of his dick and took him into her mouth. He groaned and put his head back. Her mouth went down and back up. Down and back up. Down and back up.

Blaine gritted his teeth and thrust. The woman groaned.

“Deeper,” Blaine ordered.

She pulled off him, stroked her hand up and down, and went right back at him. Her mouth devouring his dick, going to the hilt. Blaine hurried to put his hand to the back of her head and held her there, thrusting up, grunting, wanting to just f*cking come. He wanted to fill her throat and then kick her out of the room.

The woman stayed there, groaning. Her nails scratched at his legs and he released his grip. She pulled away and let out a gasp. Her hand moved fast on his cock, squeezing tight at his tip.

“Fuck,” Blaine said.