Viper's Kiss

by London Casey

  “Shut up,” Blaine said. “Or else…”

  “Or else what? Show me, Blaine. Come on. Tough biker guy. Do you even feel anything… do you even think of them? Do you miss them?”

  Blaine moved at Jessa. She backed up and hit the door. A second later, Blaine had her hands gripped tight with one of his hands and held them above her head. His other hand touched her waist.

  Jessa was terrified. She felt the lower half of her body shaking.

  “You want to keep running your mouth?” Blaine asked.

  “Maybe.”

  “I’ll fill your mouth,” he said. “I’ll stuff my cock in your mouth.”

  “Try me.”

  Blaine ran his hand up Jessa’s body. Right to her neck. He touched her jaw. “You shouldn’t be here.”

  “I’m in danger. So are you.”

  “I’m never in danger. I’m not afraid to die.”

  “Yeah? Well, neither am I.”

  “Then let’s go together,” Blaine said.

  He took out a gun and Jessa felt her lips quiver. “Oh… shit…”

  “What?” Blaine asked. “You want this, right?” Blaine put the gun to the side of his head.

  “No,” Jessa said. “I want to live. Okay? I have nobody, Blaine. I have nobody. You’re the only one who understands.”

  Blaine put the gun away and put his hand back to her jaw. “You want to know if I remember? If I care? If I give a fuck?”

  “I shouldn’t have said all that. I’m scared. I’m mad.”

  Blaine put his lips within millimeters of hers. “Next time you get mad at me, just hit me.”

  Jessa caught herself slowly closing her lips and puckering.

  Kiss Blaine?

  No. Fucking. Way. In. Hell.

  Blaine let her go and backed away. He pointed to the nightstand. “Open the top drawer.”

  “Blaine…”

  “Now!” he yelled.

  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 sh
oulders 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 th
e 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.