Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(93)

“I don’t want that,” Lena said. “I don’t want an out. An out means… it’s all there still. I want it gone. I want to feel free. I want… you to be there with me.”

Jett gritted his teeth. Fuck, he’d been hoping for that kind of answer from beautiful Lena. But it came with some serious implications. Of caring. Of constant protection. Of maybe even falling for this woman.

But Jett didn’t fight it.

“Fair enough,” he said.

And with that, he pulled Lena in and kissed her. Her lips tasted f*cking good. Really f*cking good. Jett kept kissing her, his hand inching more and more toward the back of her neck. He wasn’t going to let her go now. Or longer. Whatever the hell that meant.

Lena clawed at the scruff on his face and then made a line right to his chest. For a second, Jett thought she was going to push him away. That would have been the right thing to do. Jett should have pushed her away. There was nothing good coming from this… but it just felt right.

Jett put his hand to Lena’s belly and cupped her breast over her shirt. She then finally pulled back, breaking the kiss. But that was to unbutton her jeans. She reached down and lifted her hips, starting to wiggle from them.

That’s when Jett moved from the bed. He stood, knowing damn well he was standing on a very fine line. Lena was slightly on her left side as she fought to kick her jeans off. Jett lost control to his most feral needs and slapped a hand to her bare ass. The smack sound made him harder. It also made Lena cry out. He then flipped her over to her belly and gripped her tight at her hips, his fingers digging and playing with her hip bone.

Fuck, that was such a turn on…

He pulled her ass high in the air and looked at her. That sweet slit, already dampened, those folds ready to be f*cked. Lena had her jeans barely down past her knees, but that was all Jett needed right now. He hurried and unzipped his jeans and grabbed for his cock. He pulled himself free and pressed himself right to Lena’s *. It took no more than two more seconds for him to get fully hard. And then he thrust at her, entering her burning core. His hands grabbed at her ass, pulling as he f*cked at her, breaking her back open again.

He started f*cking and didn’t f*cking stop. Jett pounded at her, loving the feel of her * holding tight, going for the wild ride. Somewhere in the recess of his mind, he told himself they would never be able to do this again. Either he’d end up dead, Lena would end up dead, or she would be gone. So this was it. Take it, love it, then lose it.

Jett gritted his teeth and f*cked harder with a forceful pain in his chest. He didn’t want to lose Lena. And, f*ck, that meant he didn’t want to lose his own life. Death never gave him much of a run and neither did the thought of it. But right now, as he thrust forward, watching his thick cock slide so hard and so deep into Lena’s sweet and perfect body, he didn’t want to die. He wanted to f*cking feel this for a long damn time.

Lena put her hands to the bed and lifted up a little. She threw her hair back and then looked back at Jett. When he met eyes with her, it was like lightening had hit the room. That spark and connection, the truth shining right there in her eyes, it was enough that Jett thrust and held there. He then brought his body down to Lena’s back and reached for her mouth. They kissed. It was completely sloppy and messy from the angle, but it was amazing. Lena gently rocked her body, the pressure against Jett’s cock, bringing him right to the f*cking edge. An edge he would normally fight back against but right now, he wanted to come. He let go and while Lena was gentle, his cock was anything but. He couldn’t control himself as he pumped at Lena, spilling inside her with each throb.

Over and over, he felt her tongue darting into his mouth. Her breathing was wild, her groans beautiful, her * like nothing Jett ever f*cking felt before.

With one hand rested to her ass, Jett gently worked himself back and forth, making sure nothing was wasted from himself inside her. The kiss broke and they just stared at each other. There were words lingering in the air. Plenty of words. Words that maybe didn’t make much sense because of how little they knew about each other… but what the f*ck did it matter? Truth was truth. Connection was connection.

Jett opened his mouth to say something - say anything, man. Fuck - when there was a knock at the door, and then it opened.

“Fucking right,” a voice said.

Jett looked back and saw Blaine standing there. Jett was still inside Lena, her ass still in the air.

“Get out!” Jett yelled.

“I guess this is better than shooting her,” Blaine said. “Well, you still shot her. Just with a different gun. Right, man?”

“Fuck off.”

“Can’t do that. We’re getting ready. We have one chance to do this and do it right.”

Jett gritted his teeth. He couldn’t pull out because he didn’t want Blaine to see everything. It would make him insanely jealous.

Jealous? I’m jealous now? What the f*ck…

“So, yeah,” Blaine said, “I need you to kind of f*cking hurry up and come talk to me. Miller is looking trigger happy. For anyone.”

Blaine left the room and Jett eased his cock from Lena. She jumped from the bed and pulled up her jeans. Jett watched the way her hands and body shook. He was quick to grab her and pull her close.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “We’ll make it all right.”

“I want to believe you,” Lena said. “But what do you know about me? What do I know about you?”