Viper's Kiss (7 page)

Jessa jumped and rushed to the
nightstand. She slowly opened the drawer and gasped. There was a gun. Bullets.
Condoms everywhere. A few neon color items that looked like they belonged in
places Jessa didn
’
t want to
know about.

“
What
am I
…”

“
Behind
the gun and condoms,
”
Blaine said.
“
Keep digging.
”

“
I
don
’
t want to touch a thing
in here. I
’
ll get sick.
”

“
I
’
ve got antibacterial soap in the
bathroom.
”

Jessa looked back and saw him
grinning at her. She saw his eyes moving.
Up and down her backside.

Jessa stuck her hand in the drawer
and found a ring. A small ring with a small diamond. The second she saw it, she
turned her head and felt her eyes fill with tears.

“
Do
I care?
”
Blaine asked.
“
That was hers. My Janey. I took
it off her finger the day of the funeral. I needed it. I stayed for so long to
protect her. I was going to do anything to make sure she could grow up and have
a decent life. Even if it cost me my own happiness.
”

Jessa felt something touch her. She
quickly stood.

Blaine was right behind her.

“
As
for Meghan
…
she had her own
problems in life. It wasn
’
t
her fault though the way she went. I
’
ll
never forgive myself for what happened to them. I still remember picking out
the two rings for Meghan and Janey. My one chance to step forward in life and
look how that turned out.
”

Chills ran down Jessa
’
s spine. She knew that Blaine
and Meghan had gotten engaged really fast. They had a huge fight, broke up, and
then two days later they were engaged. Jessa never got the chance to talk about
what had happened with Meghan because
…

“
I
think about it every day,
”
Blaine growled, his lips near her ear.
“
What
I could have done to stop it. What I said to cause it. That shit doesn't leave
a guy
’
s mind. So, yeah,
maybe I live a little bit of a different life now, but the only way to sooth my
pain is to be a fucking dirty outlaw.
”

Jessa inched her leg forward and
shut the nightstand drawer. She then turned, fearing that Blaine was going to
get closer to her. And if he did
…
and she felt
…

Blaine was right there, just inches
separating them. They faced each other.

He blinked fast. He was definitely
an outlaw. Hell, he
’
d
always been an outlaw. The badge never stopped him from doing whatever he
wanted.

“
You
’
re covered in blood,
”
Jessa whispered.
“
What
’
s that about?
”

“
Club
business,
”
Blaine said.
“
I have a purpose here.
”

“
You
kill people?
”

“
When
they need to die, yes.
”

“
You
ruin families, Blaine. Just like someone
…”

“
No,
”
Blaine said.
“
No. I don
’
t look at it that way.
”

“
No?
So the person you killed today
…
did he have a family? Maybe a wife. A girlfriend.
A fiancee
. Maybe a
kid. A kid on the way. A sick mother.
”

Blaine
’
s eyes went wide.
“
You
like to fuck with me, huh? That
’
s
what you want to do right now? A guy is out to kill you and you want to take
shots.
”

“
I
want to know what you really feel.
”

Blaine moved quickly. His hand was
around Jessa and pulling at her lower back. He pulled her right to him and she
felt him.

Hard.

Jessa gasped, her mouth open.

“
It
gets even bigger when you play with it,
”
Blaine whispered.

“
You
fucking sicko,
”
Jessa said.

She reached up and pushed at
Blaine. He moved just enough to let her get a swing at him. Her right hand
connected with his jaw, snapping his head back. A hot pain shot through Jessa
’
s knuckle and wrist. She yelled
and then hugged her hand.

“
Damn,
”
Blaine said. He thumbed the
corner of his mouth, wiping blood away.
“
That
was a good one.
”

“
You
’
re a fucking asshole,
”
Jessa said.
“
I
’
m
terrified and that
’
s what
you try to do?
”

“
It
’
s what I do,
”
Blaine said.

“
Go
wash the fucking blood off your skin.
”

“
Then
can I fuck you?
”

Jessa gasped again.
“
You
’
ll never fuck me, Blaine. Ever. I can
’
t believe I even came here. This
was a mistake. I
’
m leaving.
”

Jessa grabbed for her bag and
Blaine had the other side. One quick tug and his strength easily prevailed. He
tossed the bag back to the bed.

“
Where
are you going to go?
”

“
Why
the hell do you care?
”

“
You
’
re right, I don
’
t care. But if Vin is going to attack
you
…
I can
’
t have that on my conscience.
You
’
re staying right here
with me. You got that?
”

“
You
don
’
t get to order me
around. I
’
m not some bar
slut.
”

Blaine stepped at Jessa again. He
put a hand to her hip and drove her back against the wall. Not hard, not
violent, but Jessa still let out a yelp anyway.

“
Let
me explain the way this works. If you
’
re
going to stay here, you
’
re
going to be under my orders. You think I
’
m
a wild outlaw, I
’
ve got a
bar full of them. An entire charter that would love to rip through something
fresh like you. I can fucking smell it all over you, sweetheart. You haven
’
t been touched or fucked in a
long time. And if you have, it wasn
’
t
the right way.
”

Jessa swallowed. She desperately
tried to find words to attack back at Blaine
…
or the strength to just punch him again.

Why did he call me sweetheart?
He called the bar sluts beautiful. What did that mean?

“
I
’
m going to take a shower,
”
Blaine said.
“
The door
’
s unlocked. You
’
re
more than welcome to come join me. I promise I won
’
t be gentle, but it
’
s
worth the pain. If you don
’
t
feel like joining me in the shower, then feel free to relax here, with the door
locked. Or you can take your chances out there. But if someone claims that
sweet ass of yours, I can
’
t
help you. Now
…
do you understand?
”

Jessa regretted coming to visit
Blaine more than ever.

He then turned and took off his
leather cut. He tossed it to the bed and before Jessa could move or speak,
Blaine took his shirt off. He rolled it up and threw it into a trashcan. His
back rippled with muscle, only hidden by a tattoo across the top of his back.
It was the MC
’
s name and
logo.

His shoulders were perfectly round
and connected to his neck with even more muscle. He almost looked like some
wild diagram of muscle. But the kind that was meant for touching, tracing,
tasting.

Jessa caught herself and turned her
head.

A second later, she heard the
clanking of a belt.

Blaine then dropped his jeans like
nobody was in the room.

Jessa gasped and covered her mouth.

He has no shame.

There was a set of lips tattooed on
his left ass cheek and it somehow just seemed so fitting for Blaine.

He stepped out of his boots and
jeans and then walked forward.

When he walked, his ass didn
’
t jiggle, it flexed with thick
and hard muscle.

Jessa had never seen a man like
this before. He was the most vile man when he spoke. But he was freaking sexy
when naked. Better yet, he was her best friend
’
s
ex-fiance.

The only reason they
’
re not together is
because Meghan died.

Blaine walked into the bathroom and
turned. At the last second, he shut the door, just before Jessa was able to see
everything.

The sight of it all didn
’
t shock her
…
what shocked her was that she
hadn
’
t been able to see
everything.

Jessa shut her eyes.

Don
’
t do this
…
just keep punching him
in the mouth.

seven.

Blaine
’
s hand was vise tight around the base of his cock.
His other hand was  balled up in a  fist and against the wall. He was painfully
hard and it was for all the wrong reasons.

Goddamn Jessa
…

She had become more beautiful than
before. Which seemed insane, but it was true. She had been Meghan
’
s flirty best friend. The shy
kind of flirty. The kind that he
’
d
caught looking at him. Then she
’
d
blush and rush away.

Yeah, things with Meghan had never
been perfect, not from day one.

“
Shit,
”
Blaine growled.

He pumped his cock, watching his
shaft getting thicker.

He couldn
’
t control himself. He regretted kicking both those
women out. At the very least he could have kept one handy for this exact
situation. If he didn
’
t get
a little relief, he was going to lose it on Jessa. He was going to throw her to
the bed and just have her. And she wouldn
’
t
resist him because she understood it too.

That tight ass pressing against her
jeans. The way she wore hoodies, trying to hide her tits. Blaine had seen her
enough times in a bikini to know what was there. They were handfuls. Perfect
little handfuls. Maybe not the wild balloons Blaine had been used to with the
crazy women he ran with through the strip clubs, but goddamn, everything about
Jessa was one hundred percent real.

Including her fear.

Blaine felt his hand move over the
head of his cock. His legs flexed and he groaned, already feeling the urge to
let go. The more he thought about Jessa, the harder and faster his hand moved.
He couldn
’
t really remember
the last time he had to take care of himself like this, but there was no other
choice. If he was going to help Jessa, it had to be done the right way. That
meant keeping quiet, calm, and hidden. Then he could hit the streets, find Vin,
and finally get the revenge that had been burning in him for years.

Speaking of burning inside me
…

Blaine thought about Jessa in a
bikini. They had all gone to the beach plenty of times. Fucking watching her
standing there, her toes in the water. A breeze playing with her blonde hair.
The curves of her hips were a little wide, but so natural, like they were meant
to hold onto and pull while you were fucking her.

“
Shit,
”
Blaine hissed.

He moved faster. The water pounded
against his neck and back.

You
’
re really going to do
this? You
’
re
going to jerk off in the shower thinking about Jessa?

Blaine sucked in a breath and
groaned. When he exhaled, so did his dick. He shot straight forward, hitting
the tiles. His hand kept going, up and down his shaft, cleaning him out. With each
pulse, he felt himself relaxing just a little more. It was like a cheap and
effective drug. And definitely addicting.

As Blaine stroked one more time, he
sighed and shut his eyes.

Goddamn right
…

He stood up and washed all the
evidence away. He then cleaned himself up of all the blood from that Eight
Under scumbag. Blaine shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried and
exited the bathroom.

Half of him figured Jessa would be
gone. Hell, a part of him hoped she would be gone.

The other half of him said that if
Jessa was still waiting
…
she would be in big trouble.

Jessa looked up from her cell phone
and hurried to turn it off.

She was still there.

Blaine grinned as he watched her
eyes climb up and down his body.

You
’
re in big fucking
trouble, sweetheart
…

***

“
Stay
close and order something good,
”
Blaine said to Jessa.

They were at the bar and the
clubhouse was filling up. Drinks were flowing, music playing, voices getting
louder as everyone took turns telling stories or arguing the facts of other
stories.

Normally Blaine would be right in
the middle of it, loving the chance to talk about his dick or some women he
fucked last night or last week. But his instinct wanted to keep Jessa calm and
safe. At least in front of the other guys. This Vin situation could potentially
be very bad. If he was running rampant, sending out threats, then Blaine needed
to kill him. And fast. He
’
d
been inside long enough to lose cred on the street, but being inside didn
’
t mean being cut off. A guy like
Vin would have been taken care of in prison and he
’
d have arrangements on the outside.

Blaine whistled and the prospect he
punched was right there, nodding at him.

“
Get
her a burger,
”
Blaine said.
“
I
’
m guessing overcooked and dry.
”

“
No,
”
Jessa said.
“
I know how to eat. I like a
little pink in the middle.
”

Blaine grinned and looked at Jessa.
“
I like it with a lot of
pink in the middle.
”
He
winked.

Jessa curled her lip and turned
away.

She swallowed before she did that
though.

She liked it. She liked him.

Someone threw a dart and hit a
bullseye. The bar erupted. Trev put his arms out and then slowly put his hands
together, two middle fingers up.

“
Pay
up, asshole,
”
he yelled to
Jace.

“
Fuck,
”
Jace said. He took out a twenty
and threw it on the pool table.

“
Double
it and I
’
ll tag another,
”
Blaine called out.

“
Triple
it and I
’
ll do it,
”
Jessa said.

The entire bar almost went silent.

Women didn
’
t speak out of place in the clubhouse. Unless they
were old ladies and claimed by someone, they were there for two things. Serving
drinks and sucking dick. They were
relievers
and nothing else. Shit,
even if a chick was topless, she wasn
’
t
supposed to talk out of place.

And here was Jessa, standing up,
downing a mug of beer, and pointing to the dartboard.

Blaine grabbed her wrist and tugged
at her.
“
Hey, sweetheart,
you don
’
t know how it works
around here. You can
’
t just
…”

“
You
’
re on, little tits,
”
Trev said.

“
What
the fuck did you just say?
”
Blaine said as he stood up. He grabbed Jessa
’
s
empty mug.
“
I
’
ll bash your fucking skull with
this, Trev.
”

“
What?
”
Trev said.
“
She
’
s wearing a goddamn blanket on her. What
’
s she got hiding under there?
Money? Drugs? A wire? Come on
…”

Blaine felt his blood boiling.
“
You
’
re an asshole, Trev.
”

“
She
’
s got herself a big mouth,
talking like that. Let
’
s see
how big
…”

Blaine threw the mug in the air. He
then took out his gun and shot the mug. The gunshot boomed and glass hit the
floor like a hailstorm.

“
I
’
m not playing fucking games,
”
Blaine growled.

“
Whoa,
”
Jace said.
“
Jesus, Blaine
…
if she
’
s
…”

“
Give
me the dart,
”
Jessa said.

Blaine watched as Jessa walked
right into the group of bikers.

She really has no fucking clue
…

Jessa walked to the dartboard and
grabbed the dart. She then backed up to the line.

“
Wait
a second,
”
Trev said. He
grabbed Jessa by the hips and pulled her back another inch.
“
Even the pussy has to follow the
rules.
”

Blaine made fists and took a step.
A hand grabbed his arm and he spun to face Miller.

“
What
is this?
”
Miller asked.

“
This
is my problem. A situation from my past.
”

“
Jesus
Christ, Blaine,
”
Miller
said.
“
After what we
…”

“
She
’
s afraid of something. An old
thing.
”

“
Do
I need to know?
”

“
If
you do, I
’
ll bring it to
the table. This is some old shit that needs to go away.
”

“
We
have heat again here, Blaine. Eight Under is regrouping. I made a couple calls
and it looks like they
’
re
being worked. I talked to Gaige about it and I wanted to talk to you. You
’
re on my left, brother. I can
’
t let you slide on any
information.
”

“
Okay,
”
Blaine said.
“
I appreciate it. What do you
need to me do right now?
”

“
That
woman about to throw a dart
…
who is she really?
”

Blaine gritted his teeth.
“
Meghan
’
s best friend.
”

Miller
’
s eyes went wide.
“
You
’
re hitting it?
”

“
No.
”

“
In
the past?
”

“
I
’
ve thought about it. Then again,
I
’
m a sick fuck.
”

“
Jesus,
Blaine.
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Take
your shot, small tits!
”
someone called out.

“
Easy,
”
Miller whispered as he made
fists again.

Blaine watched as Jessa lined up
her throw. She puckered her lips and moved her hair out of the way, tucking it
behind her ear. It made every muscle in Blaine
’
s
body tighten up. He was wildly attracted to her. And it was for all the wrong
reasons. For all the times he wasn
’
t
allowed to touch her. To go after her. All the times he wanted to but fought
that urge. It was like it all built up and just sat there for years.

Jessa threw the dart. It hit the
board with a
thump
. About a quarter inch away from the bullseye.

“
OH!
”
Jace yelled and clapped his
hands.

“
So
close,
”
Trev said.
“
Sorry
…”

“
Blaine
will pay up,
”
Jessa said
with a smile.

Everyone started to cheer and clap.

She was fucking with him.

Miller grabbed Blaine
’
s shoulder.
“
Why do I keep getting the
feeling that this is going to be big trouble.
”

“
Because
it is,
”
Blaine said.

He walked from Miller and went to
the pool table. Jessa stood there, grinning. Her eyes were eating Blaine alive.
He saw the guys looking at him.

Get control of this
…

Blaine reached into his pocket and
took out three twenties. He threw it to the pool table. Then he grabbed Jessa
by hooking his fingers through one of her belt loops. He pulled and she came
flying right at him. Her back crashed to his chest. His other hand slid around
and under her hoodie.

“
Small
tits?
”
Blaine growled.
“
Next person that says that gets
a bullet between the eyes. This one is all mine. You don
’
t look at her. You don
’
t think about her. And if you have the balls to
talk to her, you do it with goddamn respect.
”
Blaine felt his fingers touching Jessa
’
s
bare belly. That smooth, warm skin. His hand turned and grabbed her hoodie and
her shirt. Next thing he knew, he was tearing both up.
“
And look
…
they
’
re fucking amazing
…”

Blaine lifted Jessa
’
s hoodie and shirt up. Of course
she had to be wearing a red laced bra that hugged her small chest with
perfection. Her tits were as beautiful as he remembered them all those years
ago. Creamy, an exact handful for Blaine, pressing against her bra.

The guys started to whistle and
cheer.

Blaine pulled Jessa
’
s hoodie down. He felt her try
and wiggle, like she wanted to get away and attack him.

“
Listen,
”
Blaine growled.
“
You fucking blow this and you're
on your own.
”