Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(40)

“What about you? You just get to f*ck anything you want?”

“That shouldn’t matter as long as I’m f*cking you.”

“That’s not a romantic answer.”

“You want romantic?” Blaine laughed. “Then you shouldn’t have let me come inside you, sweetheart.”

Blaine put his other hand to the back of Jessa’s neck and pulled her close. Their noses touched for a second and then he kissed her.

Everything about it was wrong. But Jessa didn’t pull away. Blaine knew she wouldn’t push him away. She wanted it. She ached for it. And eventually she would just admit it. Soon they would have to figure out the past and how to get over everything to move forward. Whether Jessa liked it or not, Blaine knew he was right. She wouldn’t f*ck around with other guys. Not while pregnant with his child. Any guy that came within a few feet of Jessa, Blaine would personally rip their dick off and cram it up their ass.

Bottom line.

And over the course the next nine months (and then some) Jessa would need proper attention.

Blaine’s hand moved to her cheek and wiped away her tears. His other hand inched down from her belly to between her legs. His strong fingers pressed against her *, over her jeans. He felt her jump and groan.

Blaine kissed her ear. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me that made you wet. Watching that whore suck me off?”

“I wished it was me,” Jessa said.

Blaine grinned. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that.” Blaine put both hands to her lower back. He pulled from her sink. “But I’m going to get mine first. Remember, sweetheart, you’re family now.”

Blaine never let anyone inside. Nobody was considered family unless they wore a Back Down Devil MC cut. But Jessa was going to give Blaine a child.

He took her to the bed and lifted her shirt up. His hands touched her stomach. That flat and sexy stomach was going to get full soon. And that was only going to make Jessa look even more beautiful. All that she was about to give him.

Jessa gently put her hands to Blaine’s. He looked into her eyes.

That little spark they shared for years just got a gallon of gasoline poured onto it. It ignited instantly and Blaine realized just how much trouble he was in. Now he was riding alongside the reaper with something to lose.

Jessa bit her lip and pushed Blaine’s hands down. She then opened her jeans, nodding.

Her face was desperate.

Lucky for her, Blaine was hungry.





twenty.



“Beg me,” Blaine whispered as his lips caressed her stomach.

“What?”

Jessa couldn’t understand why she was so turned on. That was just hormones, right? Yeah, Blaine was super sexy, but it was just a pregnancy thing. Her body would adjust itself, right?”

Blaine’s hand gently entered her panties, his fingers curling around her soft and warm skin, his fingers applying pressure to her.

Jessa lost her breath for a second.

“You heard what I f*cking said, sweetheart. Beg me to taste your sweet *.”

Jessa sighed. “Fuck. Blaine. Just do it.”

“Do what?”

He curled a finger and pressed against her. The tip of his finger entered her. Jessa felt her hips rocking, wanting more.

“Go down on me,” Jessa said. Her cheeks were burning hot.

“Look at me and say it,” Blaine said.

“Blaine… I’m not…”

“I don’t give a shit what you’re used to. You’re with me now. Learn.”

Jessa slowly gripped the sheets of the bed. She looked down at Blaine. Her body ached and would do anything for him to…

“Eat me out,” she said. “Taste my… *…”

“So f*cking filthy,” Blaine said and grinned.

His hands came up to her hips and grabbed her pants and panties, tearing them down. His hands then touched her stomach and it was like time froze. Blaine stopped and just stared. Slowly, Jessa parted her legs, offering herself to him. But Blaine stared at her stomach.

I’m going to get fat, she thought. I’m going to get fat everywhere. And he’s only going to want to touch my boobs. Because they’ll get bigger. He won’t want me…

Blaine slowly shook his head. Then he looked at Jessa. He shook his head again as though he was able to hear her thoughts.

“Blaine…”

Before Jessa could say anymore and maybe get a serious answer out of the outlaw, he was between her legs.

She gasped as she felt his hot breath a second before his tongue stroked up and down against her soft skin. She quickly started to rock her hips with him. She shut her eyes again and lost herself in the pleasure. Everything slipped away. Sex, murder, pregnancy… none of it mattered.

All that mattered was the way Blaine’s tongue thrust into her, made circles, then flicked up. He swirled around her clit with perfect speed and pressure, making her lift up and down, demanding more. Her demands were ignored because Blaine was in control. He grabbed her hips and held her to the bed. She cried out and looked down at him. All she could see was the top of his head, watching him move. As he started to suck against her sex, her entire body started to throb and shake. He tasted her folds and clit at the same time. The feeling got so intense that Jessa thought she was going to literally explode. Her ankles dug against the side of the bed. She reached back, trying to find something to push against - or pull herself away from the wild feeling between her legs.