Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(49)

“Then you know what’s right,” Gaige said.

“Yes, I do,” Blaine said.

He stood up.

He wanted to hug Jessa with all his might. Then he wanted to kiss her belly. It was starting to pop out a little and it’s beautiful round shape was only going to get more and more defined. After that, he was going to f*ck Jessa until she came at least three times.

Then… it was pretty clear.

Blaine had to go kill his old partner.





twenty-four.



Jessa was on her hands and knees, her hands still clutched around the pillows. Her body ached in the most soothing way possible. She never knew she could feel the way she did with a man like Blaine.

He had pulled away from her body minutes ago. Jessa listened to the sound of Blaine picking up his jeans and putting himself away. The way her lower body felt was something she never want to end. Her bare breasts were pressed to the bed. When Blaine had been behind her, his strong hands holding tight to her wide hips, he thrust so fast and hard, her breasts had been rubbing against the sheets. Even that felt good. Everything Blaine did felt good. He was wild yet gentle yet ravenous yet tender all in the same.

Jessa took another breath, still waiting for her heartbeat to ease a little.

A hand touched her ass. She looked back and saw Blaine standing at the side of the bed. His fingers caressed up along her ass. His middle finger pressed at the small of Jessa’s back. She sighed a breath and felt her thighs aching, her sex still gushing. Blaine’s touch moved back over her ass again. He followed her round cheek down and around. When his fingertip touched her *, she jumped a little.

Blaine cupped her ass and pushed her to the bed. He then climbed on the bed, wrapped her up, and pulled her on top of him. Jessa had never felt so honest and comfortable naked with someone before. She had been noticing the changes in her body, both inside and out. On the outside, her breasts were already starting to feel fuller. Her lower belly was hard and starting to push out. That would only get bigger and bigger… and bigger…

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked as he stroked her hair.

“I’m going to get fat.”

“That’s okay. I don’t judge.”

“Blaine…”

“What? Fat, skinny, in between. I don’t care. I love it all.”

“That’s not comforting for me.”

“Hey, I just f*cked you, didn’t I?”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you is right, sweetheart.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“You call other women beautiful. But you call me sweetheart. Why?”

Blaine smiled. That evil grin. That irresistible grin. “All women are beautiful. Beautiful when they’re naked. Beautiful when they’re on their knees, sucking me off. Beautiful with their ass in the air, taking it from me. Everyone so different and so beautiful. Makes me hard just thinking about it.”

Tempted, Jessa slid her hand between Blaine’s legs. He was getting hard…

“But you, Jessa, you’re different,” Blaine said.

“I’m not beautiful?”

“You’re a step above beautiful, whatever that is. You’ve meant more to me for years than I can ever actually explain. My memories are worth shit, but when you’re part of them, they’re worth keeping around. I don’t do this shit right here, sweetheart. I don’t talk. I f*ck. I don’t hold a woman unless my hands are digging into their ass. When I’m done? I tuck my dick away and go find the next one to f*ck. Okay?”

“This is you being romantic?” Jessa asked.

“This is me being me.”

“So I’m your sweetheart. And everyone else is still beautiful.”

“Exactly.”

“And how do I know you won’t f*ck all those beautiful women out there?”

“Does it bother you?”

Jessa hesitated. “Yes. It does, Blaine.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“Jealous.”

“Why?”

“Maybe you’ll like them better. I’m not a stripper. I’m not some bar slut. I’m just a…”

“A woman in my bed. Carrying my child. Poking at my heart and making it feel alive again.”

Jessa started to blush. “But is that good enough for you?”

“I guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

“What the f*ck does that mean?”

“What the f*ck do you think it means?”

“If this is real, Blaine, then there’s no cheating.”

“So… this is real?”

Jessa rolled away from Blaine. She looked down at her nude body. She was still wet. Her breasts were achy for Blaine’s touch. She touched her stomach. “Real enough, Blaine.”

“Then it’s real. Leave it at that.”

As Jessa opened her mouth to argue, Blaine kissed her. One kiss led to another and he started to press his body to hers.

He wanted it again.

“Hey,” Jessa said. Blaine kept kissing her. “I have… doctor… the baby…”

Blaine instantly stopped. His hand went to her stomach. “What’s wrong with the baby?”