Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(42)

“I know exactly what it is,” he said. “You hate being alone. You know you need someone like me. Yet you let a loser like this guy f*ck you when it’s convenient for him. So you feel wanted. Let me guess, he’s some suit and tie. Makes you feel so f*cking special. But you’re not that person. You don’t want that. You want the outlaw. You want the wildest ride of your f*cking life.”

Jessa swallowed the big lump in her throat. “And what if I said…”

“This guy is f*cked.”

“No. Blaine. You have so much going on.”

“No. You are my family. That means all those guys out there are family, too. This guy is getting his turn. He wants some action… so we’re going to give him some.”

Before Jessa could say anything, Blaine kissed her. He kissed her hard and fast. The way lover’s kissed.

His hand touched her stomach.

This was nothing but stupid and reckless danger.

But Jessa kind of liked it.





twenty-one.



Blaine was on fire. The tension in his body was like nothing he could remember feeling. A pulsing anger for some guy he didn’t know or didn’t give a damn about. Yet he wanted to kill the guy. Because the guy had touched Jessa. Because the guy assumed Jessa was for the taking. Just some bitch to bend over and take a dick, right?

Fuck. No.

That’s not who Jessa was. Or what she was meant for. Hell no.

Blaine rushed through the clubhouse and grabbed Trev. “You got a few?”

“What’s up?” Trev asked.

“I have a personal situation. I need back up.”

“What for?”

“Just roll with it.”

The rest of the clubhouse was split between partying and planning. Trev just stood there, beer in hand. He put the beer down and nodded. “Where are we going?”

“To visit a guy named Mike.”

“Are we going to kill him?” Trev asked.

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’m in the mood to kill.”

Blaine slapped Trev’s face. “That’s why I love you, brother.”

“Don’t try kissing me or anything,” Trev said. “I know where your mouth has been.”

“I’ve tasted some of the sweetest * ever though.”

“But you’ve also had some…”

“Save that though,” Blaine said. He caught Jessa approaching. He put a hand out and grabbed her. “Come here, sweetheart. You, me, Trev, and a couple prospects are going to visit Mike.”

“Blaine…”

“Look at the clubhouse,” Blaine said. “Everyone is chilling out. There’s nothing we can do here. I can’t f*cking take this feeling.”

“You’re doing this for her?” Trev asked.

“Why?” Jessa asked. “Is that wrong?”

“No,” Trev said. “I’ve never seen Blaine care about a woman that was fully dressed before.”

Jessa looked at Blaine, raising an eyebrow. “Romantic.”

“Only for you,” Blaine said. “Now let’s go.”

They made it to the door where Miller stood outside, staring across the lot.

Blaine pushed Jessa along and whispered, “Go to my ride.” He then stopped next to Miller. “You out here alone, thinking. That’s never good.”

“I’m thinking about Griffin,” Miller said.

Blaine realized they were standing at the exact spot where Chief Jerry had shot Griffin in the throat.

“Damn,” Blaine whispered.

“If I acted faster… with Jerry…”

“No,” Blaine said. “Don’t do that to yourself. That only makes his death seem foolish. He gave his life for this club. For you, Miller. For all of us.”

Miller looked at Blaine. “I don’t want to f*ck this up, Blaine. This gun move for the club. Pushing back at Eight Under. We can’t afford it. We’re still healing.”

“Hey, can I spot you some good news?”

“Try me.”

“I don’t need your woman’s tits anymore.”

Miller shook his head. “I’m going to…”

“No, no, no,” Blaine said. “I’m going to get my own soon.”

“What?”

Blaine nodded toward Jessa. “Mine.”

“Jesus,” Miller said. “You knocked her up?”

“You’re the only one who knows, Miller. This is crazy, even for me.”

“Well, you figure you f*ck enough women, it’ll happen.”

“Not when it’s throats, tits, and ass, brother.”

“Christ, Blaine. You’re going to make one hell of a father.”

“Let’s hope I live to see the birth.”

Miller grabbed Blaine’s arm. “That’s why I’m out here, alone, thinking. We’re all going to survive to see your woman push out your baby.”

“All in the delivery room, huh?”

“You got to see Ella’s tits when she was feeding Beck. It’s only fair I see your woman’s pu…”

“Stop,” Blaine said. “Just stop.”