Viper's Kiss

by London Casey

“Blaine,” Jessa said.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. These guys get drunk and rowdy.”

  “Like you?” she asked.

  “Just like me. And if someone like me is going to approach you, they need to be shot. You’ve been through enough for now. Eat and drink. Relax. You’re not going anywhere tonight. You’re all mine.”

  Blaine saw Jessa’s eyes light up. He hurried to back away from the bar. He couldn’t have this temptation bothering him.

  Before pleasure or regret… there was business.

  Blaine went into the room and it was yet again a full table. He took his seat and looked right at Gaige. Then he looked away.

  “What’s wrong?” Trev asked. “No pussy jokes today?”

  “Haven’t had any yet,” Blaine said.

  “What?” Jace asked. “You… none… it might snow tonight.”

  Everyone laughed.

  “Fuck yourself, Jace,” Blaine said. “If I get desperate I know where your mother lives.”

  “Yeah?” Jace asked. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Blaine said. “You look like a parrot right now with your head bobbing.”

  “How about a bob over you?” Jace asked.

  “How about I take my balls and bob them over your mother…”

  “Jesus Christ,” Miller said. “Enough of the mother and balls talk. Can we get serious.”

  “I am serious,” Blaine said.

  “We have a fucking problem.” Miller said. He then slowly sat down.

  “A big one,” Gaige said. He looked right at Blaine.

  “I, uh, had intel that Vin was dead,” Blaine said. “An old friend… or I thought he was a friend.”

  “A cop?” Shay asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You fuck… you said you didn’t…”

  “I haven’t seen Petey since the day I left. I didn’t even know if he had the same number. Obviously, Petey is in Vin’s hand.”

  “That’s why that woman is here again, huh?” Nate asked.

  “Got a problem with it?” Blaine asked.

  “What does she know?” Nate asked.

  “Nothing,” Blaine said. “She’s in danger. Vin went to see her as soon as he got out. I told her he was dead. When I saw him standing there, I had to go save her.”

  “She means something to you, brother,” Gaige said.

  “No. I’m just trying not to get someone innocent killed again.”

  The table fell silent for a few seconds.

  “Well,” Miller said, “we know that Vin is alive. We know that he’s financing Eight Under. They were able to rebuild, recruit, and get weapons. We know that he has ties from inside to out. And it’s obvious he has some of those justice badge holders under his control.”

  “What are your feelings on this Petey guy, Blaine?” Gaige asked.

  “I’m debating on whether to shoot him in the throat and let him bleed out… or just put a bullet right between his eyes.”

  “Good answer,” Shay said.

  “Hey,” Blaine said. “I have no connection. I have no compassion. Vin is a dangerous person. He works with one foot on each side. He’s not afraid to kill. He’s not afraid to lie. He’s not afraid to be shot at. He’s not afraid to do time either.”

  “So how do we stop him?” Landon asked.

  “If we keep this war with Eight Under…,” Gaige said.

  “He’ll keep recruiting,” Blaine said. “He wants us to push at him. Because he’ll keep fighting. He’ll work at us, into us. Ethan is the thorn in our side.”

  “Speaking of which,” Shay said. “How did our prospects fair in jail?”

  “They’re fine,” Miller said. “They’re already out. Our diversion worked. But I’m sure we have eyes on us even more now.”

  “Ethan has nothing on us,” Nate said. “He won’t find anything either.”

  “He’ll just sniff our ass until we shit,” Blaine said.

  “So then we shit right on him,” Gaige said.

  “We have to keep our eyes open,” Miller said. “We have that run to make from Reno still. It has to be done. We have to supply and protect our other charters.”

  “Jesus,” Blaine said. “Vin is going to be all over that.”

  “Then we take a stand,” Gaige said. “What if we call up the other charters and show the true numbers and strength of the MC?”

  “That’s risky,” Miller said. “That’s a lot of heat.”

  “If it’s the only choice?” Blaine asked.

  Miller nodded. “I have it in the back of my mind.” He rubbed his chin. “Where would Vin get his money?”

  “He takes pay offs,” Blaine said. “Lets certain guys walk the streets and he takes a cut of everything. I’m sure he’s got favors owed for shit done in prison. So he’s got suppliers. He’s getting deliveries. That’s what we need to do. Find out who and when.”

  “You realize…,” Gaige said and then paused.

  The table was eerily quiet.

  “Aye,” Shay whispered.

  “Fuck,” Nate said.

  Trev stared off into space. His face like stone and his eyes glazed over.

  Blaine knew where Gaige was going. He pushed back and shook his head. All he could think about was Jessa at the bar. Just sitting there. Looking around.

  I’ve got to fly her to safety. Send her east.

  Blaine had a few old friends in Maine that were almost off the grid. Jessa could fly there and stay until everything sorted itself out.

  “I guess we should just put it out there,” Miller said. “I’ll say it. He’s probably working directly with the cartel.”

  “And if we step in that pile of shit,” Blaine said, “we’ll leave a smelly trail right back to this clubhouse.”

  “Not if we protect the guns,” Gaige said. “Maybe we can… buy the order for ourselves.”

  “Jesus,” Shay said. “No. No, brother.”

  “Then we come up with a better plan,” Miller said. “You guys ever get a package you didn’t want? Or came to the wrong address? What did you do?”

  “Send it back,” Trev said.

  “Exactly,” Miller said. “Return to sender… so that’s what we’ll do.”

  “This is going to get bloody,” Gaige whispered.

  “That’s what I said to Jace’s mother last night,” Blaine said with a grin.

  “You motherfucker,” Jace said and stood up.

  “That’s exactly what I am,” Blaine said.

  “Okay, okay,” Miller said. “Let’s vote this and then everyone can go fuck each other’s mothers.”

  Jace sat back down.

  They took the vote.

  Instead of going headfirst and attacking Eight Under, they were going to work around it. They were going to get to the supply and work that way.

  It was an insane risk.

  It was a deadly risk.

  It would probably hurt the MC’s reputation in town. It would make Ethan cream in his pants to take down a few of the members, too.

  Miller smacked the gavel and the table started to clear out.

  “Go see your woman,” Gaige said to Blaine.

  “Yeah, right,” Blaine said.

  The room cleared out and Blaine sat for another minute.

  He definitely needed Jessa to get to safety. There was nothing he could do about it this second though. He needed to explain everything to her. Every detail and every reason why she had to get out of Frelen and get out of California.

  But he couldn’t deal with Jessa with the way he felt. He stood up and grabbed at his jeans. He shook his head. There was no fucking way in hell he was going to jerk off in the clubhouse either. Not with all the women lingering around looking for some fun.

  Plus, he owed nothing to Jessa. She owed nothing to him.

  Blaine left the room and saw her sitting at the bar. She was drinking a bottle of water. Such a good girl princess… bitch… Her lips wrapping around the skinny top of the bottle. It made the blood rush fast through B
laine’s body. His jeans tightened as his cock started to fill.

  To his right, he noticed a reliever eyeing him up. She was sitting in a chair, already halfway naked. He nodded to her and she grinned wide, rubbing her pointer finger to her bottom lip.

  Sorry, Jessa, this isn’t personal. This is business.

  ***

  “Shut the door. On your knees.”

  Blaine backed up and opened his jeans. He dropped them, letting his cock pop free. He gripped himself tight and sat down on the bed.

  “Come on, hurry the fuck up.”

  “Want me to strip?” the woman asked.

  “The only time I want to hear your voice is when your choking on my dick,” Blaine said. “Now.”

  He leaned back to his elbows, releasing the hold on his cock.

  The woman did as told, going to her knees. Her left hand tried to wrap around his dick, pumping him. Her sloppy mouth went right to work. Her tongue swirling around the head of Blaine’s cock. Flicking up and down, making noises.

  “Come on,” Blaine said. “Suck it. Hurry. I don’t have fucking time.”

  The woman moved over the top of his dick and took him into her mouth. He groaned and put his head back. Her mouth went down and back up. Down and back up. Down and back up.

  Blaine gritted his teeth and thrust. The woman groaned.

  “Deeper,” Blaine ordered.

  She pulled off him, stroked her hand up and down, and went right back at him. Her mouth devouring his dick, going to the hilt. Blaine hurried to put his hand to the back of her head and held her there, thrusting up, grunting, wanting to just fucking come. He wanted to fill her throat and then kick her out of the room.

  The woman stayed there, groaning. Her nails scratched at his legs and he released his grip. She pulled away and let out a gasp. Her hand moved fast on his cock, squeezing tight at his tip.

  “Fuck,” Blaine said.

  It felt good, yeah, but not great.

  She went right back at him, sucking him again. Moving faster, sloppier, her mouth endless and tight. She knew what she was doing. That was for damn sure. She knew how to coax a dick into losing it, but it just wasn’t happening for Blaine.

  He gritted his teeth harder, thrusted at the woman’s mouth harder. He watched his thick cock, glistening from her spit, sliding in and out of her mouth. Over and over. Her tits bouncing in her skimpy top.

  Blaine reached down and grabbed at the woman’s shirt, lifting it up. Her tits hung free, bouncing like crazy. He cupped her left breast. It was fucking huge, her nipple thick and hard. He squeezed hard, pulling at her, fucking her mouth harder.

  He could feel it… right there… but it wouldn’t let go.

  Because it’s not what he wanted.

  The woman pulled off his cock, her lips wet and pouty. She caught her breath again. Her hand stroked him fast. She threw her hair back and put her other hand under her tits and pressed them together rubbing them against Blaine’s dick.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Come on. Yeah.”

  “I’m ready for you,” she said. “I’m so hungry.”

  “Shut up and suck.”

  She went down on Blaine again.

  He heard a noise and looked to the door.

  The doorknob slowly turned and opened.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “Jessa…”

  eighteen.

  Jessa finished her water and looked over her shoulder. The door to the room was slightly open. The meeting - or whatever it was - was over. She stood up and looked around the bar. The other guys were in the clubhouse. A couple standing at a pool table with a map on it, pointing to different things. Other guys were drinking. Flirting with women.

  No sign of Blaine though.

  “You need anything?”

  Jessa turned and saw the guy that Blaine had given a gun to.

  “Uh, yeah. Where’s Blaine’s room? My stomach isn’t feeling well.”

  Jessa had an idea of where Blaine was.

  Would he really be that much of an asshole to fuck another woman while she was there? Then again, why not? It wasn’t like he and Jessa were dating or something. He was trying to keep her alive. What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t just keeping her alive, but he was also keeping his unborn child alive.

  “Uh… I’m not so sure…”

  Jessa stared at the young man. His leather cut was all black. He didn’t have the patches like the other guys did. So that meant he wasn’t a real member. Probably someone trying to earn his way in.

  Then she noticed the gun just sitting on the bar.

  This guy was really stupid.

  “Just tell me,” she said. “I need to know.”

  The switch started to flip in Jessa’s mind. She felt herself getting not only angry but suddenly protective. Like this demand in the back of her mind to find Blaine. Then find out what he’s doing. Who he was doing. Who was it? Was she taller? Skinnier? Did she have bigger boobs? Jessa knew she hadn’t been blessed in that area, but she wasn’t going to get implants. No. How she looked was how she looked. Deal with it.

  Her hormones raged and the guy behind the bar just stared at her.

  “You know I can’t,” he said.

  “Then I’m not sorry,” Jessa said.

  She grabbed for the gun. She had never touched a gun in her life. All she could go by was instinct and stuff she saw in movies. She pointed the gun at the guy but didn’t put her finger near the trigger.

  “Holy shit,” the guy said.

  “Now tell me.”

  “Look at this,” someone said.

  From the corner of her eye, Jessa saw two of the guys from the room. One of them was named Gaige. The other guy was tall, with a beard.

  He said, “Should we get involved?”

  “No,” Gaige said. “Let this play out.”

  “Tell me where his room is,” Jessa said. “Or I will kill you.”

  Jessa had never said that to anyone before in her life. This was what getting pregnant by a biker would do to a person though.

  The guy pointed and gave the directions.

  “Can I have the gun back?” the guy asked. “If Blaine finds out you took it, he’ll kill me. For real.”

  Jessa put the gun on the bar and made a line for the hallway.

  Jealousy flared with anger as she hurried toward the room. She knew what she was going to find yet she had to see it for herself. It was so ridiculous though. It didn’t matter. Blaine was a free man. He could be a badass outlaw and fuck any whore that would take it.

  I want to be… that whore…

  Jessa shook the thought away. She touched her stomach. This was about the baby. The baby Blaine didn’t know about. This was about surviving Vin and having a baby. With Blaine.

  She rushed down another hallway, remembering the guy’s directions but also remembering when Blaine took her to his room the first time she had been in the clubhouse. That’s when he had kicked two almost naked women out of his room.

  She got to the door and hesitated.

  Slowly, she turned the knob.

  As she opened the door, she pictured herself giving birth. She then saw Blaine with one of the nurses, the woman bent over, skirt up. Blaine fucking the nurse while Jessa was pushing his baby out of her body.

  Anger flowed even more freely.

  She entered the room and froze when she saw it.

  A woman on her knees, between Blaine’s legs. He was leaned back, elbows on the bed. The woman was going to town on him. Her head and hair bouncing all over the place.

  Then Blaine spoke.

  “Fuck. Jessa.”

  The woman pulled away. “My name’s not Jessa.”

  “Mine is,” Jessa said.

  The women looked back. Her hand held Blaine’s cock. It drove Jessa mad to see.

  “Oh,” the woman said. “Is this yours? Sorry.”

  “Whoa,” Blaine said. “Jessa… give me a second here.”

  “No, don’t worry about me,” Jessa said. “I have
to talk to you about something, but you finish. This is more important.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Blaine said. “You don’t…”

  “Finish,” Jessa said and forced a smile.

  She leaned against a dresser and crossed her arms.

  “Yeah?” Blaine said. “That’s what you want? Fine.”

  Blaine grabbed the woman by the hair and put her back to work.

  Inside, Jessa screamed and gasped. She had wanted Blaine to stand up, throw the woman out. But why would he? He was Blaine? He was the ultimate asshole outlaw.

  Blaine stared right at Jessa as the woman continued to suck him.

  The anger was still there, but then something happened.

  Jessa started to get turned on. She liked watching this and didn’t know why. Maybe because it was the craziest thing she’d ever done. She just pulled a gun on a person to find a guy she liked who was getting a blow job from some strange woman.

  How the fuck is that normal?

  “Yeah,” Blaine growled. “That’s good. Deep. Warm.”

  Jessa tried to keep a straight face. She knew her cheeks were on fire though. Her knees were quivering and the tingling feelings went right up her inner thighs. She couldn’t believe that she was actually getting wet by all this.

  The woman made a sound and Blaine sucked in a breath. “Ah, fuck… I’m right there…”

  Jessa’s hands balled up tighter. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself. Well, that was after punching Blaine in the mouth. She wished she could knock him out. Tear him apart.

  Blaine wrapped his hand around the woman’s hair and hissed.

  He’s coming…

  Jessa could see it in his eyes. She saw his legs flexing and pumping. The woman jerked back a few times, slowing down, groaning.

  “That’s right,” Blaine said. “Take it all in, beautiful.”

  Jessa then saw the woman reach for her own breast. She touched herself.

  Again, no idea why, but it triggered something in Jessa.

  She jumped forward and grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair. Blaine let out a yell as Jessa pulled the woman away.

  “Whore,” Jessa growled.

  She threw the woman back against the dresser, her head slamming hard against it.

  Jessa then swung a fist and smashed the woman in the nose. The woman screamed. Jessa crouched, her adrenaline pumping more than she could ever remember in her life, and she grabbed the woman by the throat.