Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(54)

“He’s in the shower,” Melanie said.

“Great detective work,” Jessa said.

“Want me to get naked?”

“Just take your top off.”

Jessa couldn’t believe what she was doing.

Of course, Melanie had big, firm boobs, too. And her left nipple was pierced. She had like the perfect set of boobs.

“You see something you like?” Melanie asked. “I’m okay either way. Tongue or cock works for me.”

“Remember,” Jessa said, forcing herself to look into Melanie’s eyes. “You do what I say. When I say. That goes for stopping.”

They went to the bathroom.

Jessa paused at the doorway and grabbed her shirt. She lifted it over her head. She reached back to unclasp her bra but a hand was already there.

“I’ll get it,” Melanie said. “And to answer your question, no. I haven’t done anything with Blaine. He scares the hell out of me. You’re a good woman for doing this for him. I don’t have feelings for this stuff, just so you know. I get what this all is. You’re the one in control, not me.”

Jessa looked back. Her bra fell forward. She then stood there, topless with another woman. “I’m pregnant. I’m worried he’ll get sick of me.”

Melanie reached out and stroked Jessa’s hair behind her ear. “Never. You have something he can’t have. That’s the mother connection. No matter how big my tits are or how deep I swallow his dick, you’re still greater than me. Forever.”

As Jessa turned, she had the wild image of herself kissing Melanie. “Thank you. Now I want you to strip naked and let my man f*ck you.”

Jessa said the words and they echoed in her mind.

She watched as Melanie slipped by her, into the bathroom, and then slithered out of her jeans and panties. Her ass was super firm.

“Blaine?” Jessa called out. She opened her own pants and slid them down. She stood in her panties, blocked by another naked woman.

“Sweetheart, I just need…”

“Open the f*cking shower curtain,” Jessa said.

Blaine opened the curtain. “I sa…”

“Hey,” Melanie said. “Got room for me?”

“What the f*ck?” Blaine looked at Jessa. “What the f*ck is this?”

Jessa got close to Melanie. She touched Melanie’s waist. She gently kissed Melanie’s shoulder. “You don’t want this? She’s ready for you, Blaine.”

“Are you f*cking with me right now? You going to throw this in my face? I haven’t touched another woman since you got here. Goddammit.”

“I know,” Jessa said. “That’s why… I get it. I’m sorry what you had to go through, Blaine. Everything you’re doing for me, our baby, and your club. Please. I’m trying to say thank you.”

Blaine looked at Melanie. His lip curled. “And you’re just standing there, waiting to take it?”

“Anything for you,” Melanie purred. “Here, feel…”

She grabbed Blaine’s hand and placed it between her legs.

Jessa felt her heart pound. “I’ll be in a few, Blaine. Just tell me when.”

Jessa slid back and watched as Melanie stepped into the shower. Blaine stared at Jessa the entire time.

Melanie shut the curtain.

It was a dark color so Jessa couldn’t see a single thing that was happening.

She stood there, naked and alone.

She knew she could get dressed and leave. Just pretend like nothing was happening.

No. Stand here. Show him.

That’s exactly what Jessa did.

She waited. She was in love with Blaine. He would know that and he would accept that. He was the only man who touched her with care, made her feel alive, and gave her a purpose.

Jessa heard Melanie let out a groan and she instantly made fists.

She jumped toward the shower curtain… f*ck this.





twenty-eight.



Blaine had been standing there, water crashing to his face, his hand between his legs, squeezing his dick. He stroked slowly, bringing himself to life. He heard someone enter the bathroom and figured it was Jessa.

Christ, I just want to jerk off and put on a fresh shirt.

Then he opened the curtain and got the shock of his life.

A beautiful brown haired, brown eyed woman standing there, naked. With Jessa… naked… behind her. The woman had nice, full tits. A little bar pierced through her left nipple. Instantly, Blaine saw his teeth holding tight against that little bar and pulling until the woman cried.

He then thought it was a test. Because of what had happened at the ultrasound.

Shit, it wasn’t his fault that little bitch was eye f*cking him like crazy. Pretty little thing too. He could have bent her over the table and gave her an exam. They wouldn’t need some f*cking wand to stick up her * to explore it. Blaine would have done it with his tongue and his cock. And the only wild heartbeat they’d find would be hers as she came all over him.

That wasn’t his fault, right? And nothing f*cking happened.

“I’ll be in a few, Blaine. Just tell me when.”

That’s what Jessa said and the woman stepped into the shower. Blaine realized his hand was between her legs, feeling her soft and warm *. She reached back and shut the curtain. She pressed herself against Blaine. He caught himself pulling back, but could only go so far before crashing into the wall.