Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(38)

Anger flowed even more freely.

She entered the room and froze when she saw it.

A woman on her knees, between Blaine’s legs. He was leaned back, elbows on the bed. The woman was going to town on him. Her head and hair bouncing all over the place.

Then Blaine spoke.

“Fuck. Jessa.”

The woman pulled away. “My name’s not Jessa.”

“Mine is,” Jessa said.

The women looked back. Her hand held Blaine’s cock. It drove Jessa mad to see.

“Oh,” the woman said. “Is this yours? Sorry.”

“Whoa,” Blaine said. “Jessa… give me a second here.”

“No, don’t worry about me,” Jessa said. “I have to talk to you about something, but you finish. This is more important.”

“Jesus Christ,” Blaine said. “You don’t…”

“Finish,” Jessa said and forced a smile.

She leaned against a dresser and crossed her arms.

“Yeah?” Blaine said. “That’s what you want? Fine.”

Blaine grabbed the woman by the hair and put her back to work.

Inside, Jessa screamed and gasped. She had wanted Blaine to stand up, throw the woman out. But why would he? He was Blaine? He was the ultimate * outlaw.

Blaine stared right at Jessa as the woman continued to suck him.

The anger was still there, but then something happened.

Jessa started to get turned on. She liked watching this and didn’t know why. Maybe because it was the craziest thing she’d ever done. She just pulled a gun on a person to find a guy she liked who was getting a blow job from some strange woman.

How the f*ck is that normal?

“Yeah,” Blaine growled. “That’s good. Deep. Warm.”

Jessa tried to keep a straight face. She knew her cheeks were on fire though. Her knees were quivering and the tingling feelings went right up her inner thighs. She couldn’t believe that she was actually getting wet by all this.

The woman made a sound and Blaine sucked in a breath. “Ah, f*ck… I’m right there…”

Jessa’s hands balled up tighter. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself. Well, that was after punching Blaine in the mouth. She wished she could knock him out. Tear him apart.

Blaine wrapped his hand around the woman’s hair and hissed.

He’s coming…

Jessa could see it in his eyes. She saw his legs flexing and pumping. The woman jerked back a few times, slowing down, groaning.

“That’s right,” Blaine said. “Take it all in, beautiful.”

Jessa then saw the woman reach for her own breast. She touched herself.

Again, no idea why, but it triggered something in Jessa.

She jumped forward and grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair. Blaine let out a yell as Jessa pulled the woman away.

“Whore,” Jessa growled.

She threw the woman back against the dresser, her head slamming hard against it.

Jessa then swung a fist and smashed the woman in the nose. The woman screamed. Jessa crouched, her adrenaline pumping more than she could ever remember in her life, and she grabbed the woman by the throat.

“Open your mouth,” Jessa said. “Now!”

The woman opened her mouth. There was still some of Blaine on her tongue.

“Now swallow,” Jessa said.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Blaine said. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jessa ignored Blaine.

The woman listened to Jessa. Jessa took her hand away from the woman’s throat to let her swallow.

Jessa then stood up. “There. You f*cking whore. That’s the last taste you ever get.”

“Bitch,” the woman whispered.

Jessa grabbed the woman by the hair and started to pull. All hell broke loose as they clawed at each other.

Blaine got between them and ordered the woman to leave the room. He helped her out and then shut the door and locked it. He turned, his belt buckle still undone.

“What the f*ck was that?” he growled. “Who do you think you are? You think you belong to me or something?”

“Why her?” Jessa asked. “I was right there.”

“You want to suck my dick? Then do it. Come on.”

Blaine shoved his jeans back down.

His cock hung there, thick, full.

Was he ready again?

“That’s what I thought,” Blaine said. “What we did… no. It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. I need to take care of myself. That’s all that was. I do what I have to do. I don’t owe you a f*cking thing. You owe me for saving your life. And I’m going to keep saving it. You’re on a flight out of here tomorrow. It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jessa said.

“Why? Because you’re jealous that some woman is going to suck me off?”

“No.”

“Then why?” Blaine yelled. “Give me one good reason why you just did that… and why you think you’re going to defy me?”

Jessa swallowed hard and felt the words spill from her mouth.

“Because I’m f*cking pregnant… by you.”





nineteen.



Blaine heard the words as they bounced off his body.