Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(58)

Except Blaine.





twenty-nine.



The baby was growing and kicking. Well, maybe not full kicking, but there were movements. Jessa was starting to show without being able to hide it. That made work a little bit uncomfortable. The gossip worked its way around and out of the office, as expected. There were stories floating around, but when Blaine showed up one day to pick Jessa up, it seemed to shut everyone up.

Truthfully, as crazy as Blaine was, nobody could possibly resist him.

There was something building up within the MC. Jessa watched it from the sidelines, waiting for it all to explode. They were all patient though. There were nights when Blaine left at like two in the morning and didn’t come back until sunrise, covered in blood and dirt. He’d burn his clothes, shower, and go right back at it.

The only thing he told Jessa was that he was keeping things on a level playing field.

One night after closing the office, Jessa left to find Blaine waiting outside.

He was holding a rose and stood there like an outlaw dream. He was thick with muscle, thicker with cock, and even more with his heat.

“What are you doing here?” Jessa asked.

“I’m taking a night off. I want to talk to you. Your place?”

“Sure.”

They got to Jessa’s apartment. Blaine made her wait at the door while he checked the entire place. Jessa hated it but understood it.

“Want to tell me why you had to do that?” Jessa asked.

“You know why,” Blaine said. “It’s getting heated.”

“I can see that.”

“We’re close though,” Blaine said.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

“The reason why I haven’t…” Blaine ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. If you don’t know, you don’t have to lie.”

“Lie?”

“If something happens.”

“Like?”

“Christ, sweetheart. If you get kidnapped.”

Jessa sucked in a breath. “What?”

“If you were taken and you were questioned…”

“You’re starting to freak me out, Blaine.”

Blaine pressed his body to Jessa’s, pinning her against the counter. “That’s why I’m here. You need to take some time off work again. Blame it on the baby.”

“That’s bad karma.”

“Fuck karma,” Blaine said. “I control my fate. My destiny.” Blaine stroked Jessa’s cheek. “Understand?”

“You’re going to come to the clubhouse and wait.”

“How long?”

“Not long, sweetheart. They’re moving guns, okay? That’s how Vin is staying alive. We’re going to get the guns and cut Vin off. That puts heat on him from his source. It’s a dangerous situation and everyone we love and care about has to be accounted for. When the smoke clears, Vin will be gone.”

“You’re going to kill him.”

“Yes.”

Jessa swallowed hard. “Good.”

“It’ll be over soon. Then you can have our baby and we can be happy.”

“Are we happy now?”

Blaine’s lips flirted with Jessa’s. “Yeah, we are.”

“I want you, Blaine. Right now.”

Blaine smiled. “Don’t worry, I planned on it. I want to hear you f*cking scream.”

Blaine knew just how to do that.

He stripped Jessa naked right there in the kitchen. He sat her on the counter and dropped down between her legs. Everything happened so fast Jessa couldn’t believe her eyes or body. The first flicker of his tongue was more than enough. Her legs trembled as she felt a wild rush from deep within her core.

Blaine then gently kissed her folds and looked up at her. His eyes were like a deadly rattlesnake. He was terrifying and sexy all at the same time.

When he tasted her again, she grabbed the edge of the counter. His tongue moved fast and with purpose. The tip of his tongue cut up and down, but when he applied pressure to her clit that was it. Jessa didn’t care how fast she came, it was Blaine’s fault anyway.

As she started to climax, Blaine pulled away. He stood up and faced Jessa as her body pulsed.

“Fuck…”

Blaine grabbed her left hand and placed it between her legs. “You do it. You feel it.”

“Shit,” Jessa whispered.

Blaine curled his fingers around Jessa’s. She moved her fingers at her center, her eyes staring at Blaine. Her body raged with fire and raged with pleasure. Her toes curled as her hips kept rocking, the pleasure not stopping.

“God, I f*cking love you,” Blaine growled.

He then lifted Jessa and carried her to her bedroom.

The second he entered her with his thick cock, Jessa reached back for the headboard and let out a cry. She was full, achy, and starting to come again. She arched her chest and felt Blaine’s mouth devour her neck, her chest, everywhere.

There were two sides to Blaine. The first was the raging outlaw side. The side that grabbed her hips, spun her to the side, and pounded her. His left hand holding her breast tight. His right hand gripped tight to her ass, his fingertips playing somewhere dangerous yet exciting.

Then there was a different side.