Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(87)

Jett sighed and rubbed his chin. Miller wanted this chick gone. Hell, under any normal circumstance, Lena would have been long gone by now. Especially since the memory thing was a complete f*cking joke. A total lie.

“So what do I do now?” Jett asked.

“Let me go then,” Lena said. “Let me just… figure it out. Without any heat on you.”

“Throw you out there?” Jett asked. “Right into danger? This guy will kill you. Unless you’ve already killed him. If you did, he’ll have guys coming for you. Fuck, beautiful, I’m…”

“Then why?” Lena asked. “Just tell me why. What are you thinking right now?”

Jett reached forward and grabbed the top of Lena’s jeans and pulled. “I’m thinking about last night. And I want more of that. Then we can figure out a plan together. Because if you go and get caught…”

“What?”

Jett swallowed. “How do I know you won’t bring heat on the MC? Your boyfriend wants to come after us already, right? Face it, beautiful, we could maybe use you right here. Have you f*ck with him for our benefit.”

“And, what, hold me hostage?”

“Whatever it takes. You think some guys in suits are bad? You think some guys paid to kill people are bad? You don’t know what you’ve stumbled across with Back Down Devil MC. Nobody f*cks with us. Not with the war brewing outside right now.”

Jett liked having this kind of power. More so, he liked his hand holding Lena’s jeans. He wanted to f*ck her again. He wanted everything again. So he decided to just f*cking take it.

His hands slid up the shirt Lena wore. The shirt was Jett’s, but it looked better on Lena. She didn’t stop him as his hands moved over her breasts. Her bare and beautiful breasts. The stiffness of her nipples to his touch. Her face started to flush and she swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing.

“Let go,” Jett said. “Right now.”

“Or what? You going to hurt me?”

Jett shook his head. “Is that what you’re used to? Always getting hurt? You’re not going to get hurt here with me. But that doesn’t mean shit, when hell is waiting to crash through the door. All we have are seconds. That’s what I look at. Right now, the seconds are wasting.”

“Because I’m not f*cking you?” Lena asked.

Jett slid his hands from Lena’s breasts to her back. “Then what you want me to do? Take you out on a date? Ask your mother for permission to kiss you?”

Lena leaned into Jett and put her knees on the bed. “No. Make me feel alive again, Jett. Just like last night…”

Jett hurried his hands down to Lena’s jeans and opened them.

Make me feel alive again… f*cking right, beautiful. You’re going to make me feel again, too.

Keeping to his word, Jett tore Lena’s jeans and panties down, not wasting anymore time. She kicked out of her pants and panties, but the long, black t-shirt covered everything up. It was extremely seductive. But as Jett started to touch her legs, his fingertips aching to feel the silky smoothness of her sex, Lena swatted his hands away.

“I want to see,” she whispered. “Everything this time.”

Jett didn’t realize exactly what Lena meant at first, but the second her hands sliced to the inside of his leather cut, he knew what she wanted. Jett took off his leather cut and threw it to the floor. Her little fingers then tore at the bottom of his shirt, demanding it up and off. Jett didn’t mind the feeling of all this right now. Lena threw his shirt across the room. Her hands were eager to touch his wide shoulders. Her eyes wide as she moved down his chest. Her fingernails dug a little, making him tingle and ache in his pants.

As Jett leaned back, Lena’s hand touched between his legs. She cupped and pressed at his cock inside his jeans. She opened his jeans and slipped a hand inside, fingers touching at his hard, twisted cock. Lena pulled Jett from his jeans and let out a groan. Her hand wrapped tight around the root of his cock. That’s when her eyes and mouth made a line right for him.

Lena dropped to her knees. Using her free hand, she moved her hair behind her ear and then quickly put her sweet little lips to Jett’s cock. She looked up at him as her mouth opened, taking him inside. Jett let out a relieving hiss as he watched Lena really try and take him all in. Her gave her credit for getting more than halfway down his shaft before pulling back. She came off his cock and then hurried to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock. She did it a few times and then came right back down on him. Her mouth was as good as her *. The way she could move her tongue was perfect. Not to mention the way she used her eyes. Looking at him. Looking sweet yet seductive.

Jett reached down and curled his fingers tight around her hair. He swallowed and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do but had no choice to do it. He pulled at Lena, pulling that dirty mouth of hers off his thickness.

“Fuck, beautiful, you want to f*ck it or swallow it?” he asked.

Before Lena could answer, Jett slid his hand down to her back and started to curl around the shirt she wore. He pulled, wanting it the f*ck off.

Lena wiggled away and stood up. Jett reached down and touched his own cock. He slid his hand up and down once, feeling the wet smoothness on his cock thanks to Lena’s mouth and tongue. He was already halfway ready to explode.

Lena grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She was completely f*cking naked now, those slender shoulders, perfect tits, rosy nipples, and the curve of her hips, perfect for holding in place.