by London Casey
“Open your mouth,” Jessa said. “Now!”
The woman opened her mouth. There was still some of Blaine on her tongue.
“Now swallow,” Jessa said.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Blaine said. “What the hell are you doing?”
Jessa ignored Blaine.
The woman listened to Jessa. Jessa took her hand away from the woman’s throat to let her swallow.
Jessa then stood up. “There. You fucking whore. That’s the last taste you ever get.”
“Bitch,” the woman whispered.
Jessa grabbed the woman by the hair and started to pull. All hell broke loose as they clawed at each other.
Blaine got between them and ordered the woman to leave the room. He helped her out and then shut the door and locked it. He turned, his belt buckle still undone.
“What the fuck was that?” he growled. “Who do you think you are? You think you belong to me or something?”
“Why her?” Jessa asked. “I was right there.”
“You want to suck my dick? Then do it. Come on.”
Blaine shoved his jeans back down.
His cock hung there, thick, full.
Was he ready again?
“That’s what I thought,” Blaine said. “What we did… no. It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. I need to take care of myself. That’s all that was. I do what I have to do. I don’t owe you a fucking thing. You owe me for saving your life. And I’m going to keep saving it. You’re on a flight out of here tomorrow. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jessa said.
“Why? Because you’re jealous that some woman is going to suck me off?”
“No.”
“Then why?” Blaine yelled. “Give me one good reason why you just did that… and why you think you’re going to defy me?”
Jessa swallowed hard and felt the words spill from her mouth.
“Because I’m fucking pregnant… by you.”
nineteen.
Blaine heard the words as they bounced off his body.
For a minute there he thought he had hit the jackpot. Jessa watching him getting sucked off. Her presence was what finally let his body do its thing. Hell, he had planned on coming and then properly introducing Jessa and the woman. Then they could really have some fun. Shit, Jessa would look great between another woman’s legs, right?
But now…
“Pregnant?” Blaine asked. “How?”
“You fuck how many women a week? And you’re going to ask how I got pregnant? You fucked me!”
“I…” Blaine thought about it. He had gone inside her. Without anything on. “You told me…”
“I fucked up,” Jessa said. “Whoops.”
“Whoops?” Blaine growled. “You set me up. Is that what this is? A fucking set up? So I’d take care of you?”
Jessa gasped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Blaine looked at Jessa’s stomach. He shook his head. “Pregnant. A baby.”
“Yeah,” Jessa said. “I’m pregnant.”
“And you’re sure it’s mine.”
“Fuck you. I’m not like you.”
“Fuck me? You saw what I just did there. That woman can’t get pregnant when she’s swallowing it.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And what are you?” Blaine snapped. “You fucking come to me. You dig up the past. You fucking beg for it…” Blaine stepped toward Jessa. “You begged me to fuck you.”
Jessa swung and slapped Blaine.
Blaine’s head snapped to the side. His cheek stung. He’d had worse.
“Is that all you got?” Blaine asked. “Because I’ve got about five more women out there who are waiting for me.”
Jessa looked ready to hit him again. Instead, she darted toward the bathroom. The door shut and locked.
Blaine backed up and leaned against the dresser.
Pregnant? A baby?
He shook his head. He had no urge to have a family. Not after what happened. It was easier to live with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Having a baby meant…it meant love. It meant protection. It meant innocence.
Blaine looked at the bathroom door.
He was fucking livid. Yet somewhere inside him he was… thrilled.
He shut his eyes. He pictured Jessa with a swollen belly. Her tits would do the same, right? They’d fill with milk for the baby. Her body would change. Those wide hips would look sexier. She’d need him for everything. All her aches, pains, needs, pleasures… they were his.
The sick fantasy he had of Miller’s woman, Ella - since she was still breastfeeding her baby - was coming true for himself now. He’d have his own…
“Stop,” Blaine whispered.
He stepped forward. He looked to the bedroom door. He could split right now.
Or he could go to the bathroom and figure this out with Jessa.
The asshole in him wanted to send her packing. It would be an easier life for herself and for the kid if they knew nothing about him. But a dead spot in his heart started to scratch back to life. Not to replace all he lost, but maybe to remind him of what it was like to love.
So Blaine stood there, stuck between heaven, hell, and his own goddamn life.
This was going to be a huge kink in what the MC needed to do about Vin and Eight Under MC. Not to mention Ethan breathing down their necks.
Blaine walked to the bathroom door. “Open up.”
“No,” Jessa said.
“This is my fucking room, sweetheart. And my club.”
“Break the door down.”
Blaine lifted his foot and kicked. The door exploded open as Jessa jumped up on the bathroom sink. Tears streaked down her face as she stared at Blaine.
“You told me to do it,” Blaine said.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Jessa asked.
She touched her stomach.
She was terrified.
“What do you mean?”
“Am I keeping it?”
“What?” Blaine asked. “There’s no other option. Jesus Christ, Jessa. Why…”
“Look at this!” Jessa yelled. “I’m in the bathroom of a MC clubhouse with my best friend’s fiancée. Whom, by the way, I had sex with and he got me pregnant. Oh, and if that’s not enough, there’s a guy trying to kill me.”
“It could be worse.”
“How?”
“You could have gotten knocked up by someone ugly.”
Jessa shook her head. “I hate you, Blaine. With all my heart.”
Blaine inched closer to Jessa. “Good. Hate is going to get you through all this. Because outside it’s going to get bloody. We’re going to take down Vin. And I’ll keep you safe.” Blaine put a hand to Jessa’s stomach. “The baby, too. Nothing will happen to you.”
Jessa blinked as tears fell again. “Blaine…”
“Listen to me right now. I’m saying this once. You’re pregnant with my child. I’m a ruthless piece of shit outlaw. I should have had a bullet in my head years ago. I gave up my leather cut for weeks because of you. Because you brought some truth out of me I didn’t think I cared about. The club voted on whether to strip my patch or not. They kept me around. Why? They’re my family. And now, so are you. You’re my family, Jessa. Whether you like it or not. And you’re pregnant which means you’re off limits. Nobody touches you but me.”
“What about you? You just get to fuck anything you want?”
“That shouldn’t matter as long as I’m fucking you.”
“That’s not a romantic answer.”
“You want romantic?” Blaine laughed. “Then you shouldn’t have let me come inside you, sweetheart.”
Blaine put his other hand to the back of Jessa’s neck and pulled her close. Their noses touched for a second and then he kissed her.
Everything about it was wrong. But Jessa didn’t pull away. Blaine knew she wouldn’t push him away. She wanted it. She ached for it. And eventually she would just admit it. Soon the
y would have to figure out the past and how to get over everything to move forward. Whether Jessa liked it or not, Blaine knew he was right. She wouldn’t fuck around with other guys. Not while pregnant with his child. Any guy that came within a few feet of Jessa, Blaine would personally rip their dick off and cram it up their ass.
Bottom line.
And over the course the next nine months (and then some) Jessa would need proper attention.
Blaine’s hand moved to her cheek and wiped away her tears. His other hand inched down from her belly to between her legs. His strong fingers pressed against her pussy, over her jeans. He felt her jump and groan.
Blaine kissed her ear. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me that made you wet. Watching that whore suck me off?”
“I wished it was me,” Jessa said.
Blaine grinned. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that.” Blaine put both hands to her lower back. He pulled from her sink. “But I’m going to get mine first. Remember, sweetheart, you’re family now.”
Blaine never let anyone inside. Nobody was considered family unless they wore a Back Down Devil MC cut. But Jessa was going to give Blaine a child.
He took her to the bed and lifted her shirt up. His hands touched her stomach. That flat and sexy stomach was going to get full soon. And that was only going to make Jessa look even more beautiful. All that she was about to give him.
Jessa gently put her hands to Blaine’s. He looked into her eyes.
That little spark they shared for years just got a gallon of gasoline poured onto it. It ignited instantly and Blaine realized just how much trouble he was in. Now he was riding alongside the reaper with something to lose.
Jessa bit her lip and pushed Blaine’s hands down. She then opened her jeans, nodding.
Her face was desperate.
Lucky for her, Blaine was hungry.
twenty.
“Beg me,” Blaine whispered as his lips caressed her stomach.
“What?”
Jessa couldn’t understand why she was so turned on. That was just hormones, right? Yeah, Blaine was super sexy, but it was just a pregnancy thing. Her body would adjust itself, right?”
Blaine’s hand gently entered her panties, his fingers curling around her soft and warm skin, his fingers applying pressure to her.
Jessa lost her breath for a second.
“You heard what I fucking said, sweetheart. Beg me to taste your sweet pussy.”
Jessa sighed. “Fuck. Blaine. Just do it.”
“Do what?”
He curled a finger and pressed against her. The tip of his finger entered her. Jessa felt her hips rocking, wanting more.
“Go down on me,” Jessa said. Her cheeks were burning hot.
“Look at me and say it,” Blaine said.
“Blaine… I’m not…”
“I don’t give a shit what you’re used to. You’re with me now. Learn.”
Jessa slowly gripped the sheets of the bed. She looked down at Blaine. Her body ached and would do anything for him to…
“Eat me out,” she said. “Taste my… pussy…”
“So fucking filthy,” Blaine said and grinned.
His hands came up to her hips and grabbed her pants and panties, tearing them down. His hands then touched her stomach and it was like time froze. Blaine stopped and just stared. Slowly, Jessa parted her legs, offering herself to him. But Blaine stared at her stomach.
I’m going to get fat, she thought. I’m going to get fat everywhere. And he’s only going to want to touch my boobs. Because they’ll get bigger. He won’t want me…
Blaine slowly shook his head. Then he looked at Jessa. He shook his head again as though he was able to hear her thoughts.
“Blaine…”
Before Jessa could say anymore and maybe get a serious answer out of the outlaw, he was between her legs.
She gasped as she felt his hot breath a second before his tongue stroked up and down against her soft skin. She quickly started to rock her hips with him. She shut her eyes again and lost herself in the pleasure. Everything slipped away. Sex, murder, pregnancy… none of it mattered.
All that mattered was the way Blaine’s tongue thrust into her, made circles, then flicked up. He swirled around her clit with perfect speed and pressure, making her lift up and down, demanding more. Her demands were ignored because Blaine was in control. He grabbed her hips and held her to the bed. She cried out and looked down at him. All she could see was the top of his head, watching him move. As he started to suck against her sex, her entire body started to throb and shake. He tasted her folds and clit at the same time. The feeling got so intense that Jessa thought she was going to literally explode. Her ankles dug against the side of the bed. She reached back, trying to find something to push against - or pull herself away from the wild feeling between her legs.
Blaine pulled away with a wet sound and growled. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
Jessa opened her mouth and Blaine went right back at it. She managed a hoarse whimper and then lost her breath as the tip of his tongue hit the right spot at the right time. It felt like he was everywhere though. Cradling her waist, her belly, her pussy. It all had more feeling than just pleasure to it. Blaine had staked his claim when he came inside her and got her pregnant. Now he was proving his mark.
As Jessa started to come, her legs fought to close. Blaine quickly ran his hands down to her knees and spread her open again. That gave her hips a chance to move. She thrust, lifted, wiggled, rocked. She came so hard that her ribs started to hurt from breathing so heavy. And Blaine stayed right with her the entire time.
When the climax subsided, Jessa melted into the bed. She stared at the ceiling and it was bouncing. It almost felt like she was high. She felt Blaine’s tongue still savoring her. Moving slower by the second, the circles he was making wider and wider. She felt him kiss her inner thigh, his teeth grazing ever-so-slightly. Then he kissed up along her smooth skin and paused at her belly. His hands pushed her shirt up more and she looked down to see Blaine hovering over her. His nose barely touched her stomach.
Her eyes instantly filled with tears. She knew right then that Blaine would be a good father. Maybe not the kind of guy that would balance the checkbook and check the 401(k) balance to make sure they were saving enough for retirement. But he would fight - he would kill - for his family.
With her bottom lip quivering, Jessa reached down and slid her fingers into Blaine’s hair. She twisted and pulled, wanting to hurt him. She did hate him. Oh, a great part of herself hated him. So fucking much. But that exact part was starting to love him. Maybe that part always loved him and she just wanted to be a good friend to Meghan.
Blaine looked up at her and nodded. His eyes looked glazed. Like he was…
Jessa felt her jeans vibrate.
“What the hell…”
“My phone,” she whispered and laughed.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Blaine backed away.
Jessa reached down and slid her hand into the front pocket of her jeans, which were down at her ankles.
As she pressed a button on the screen, Blaine grabbed her wrist. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“I know.” Her finger slid across the screen. It was a text message from Mike.
“Who the fuck is Mike?” Blaine asked.
“Uh…”
Blaine grabbed the phone. He read the text out loud. “You’re going to get it, baby. Come over. I’m hard just thinking about you.”
“That’s not what you think,” Jessa said.
Blaine threw the phone to the bed. “You fuck this guy since me?”
“No. Nobody has…”
“Then what does he want?”
“Exactly what it says,” Jessa said. She stood up and dressed herself. “You think you’re the only one with needs? I don’t do relationships so…”
“You have a fuck friend?”
“I guess you could say that.”
The rage and jealousy flashed
across Blaine’s face. Jessa almost regretted admitting that to Blaine. Maybe it would have been better to just tell him that Mike was an ex or something. There was nothing Jessa could do then about the whole situation though. Blaine had seen her phone and he was picturing her with Mike. She could tell by the way he looked at her and the intensity of his eyes.
Being with Mike was nothing like Blaine. If Blaine was a blizzard then that made Mike the lightest of flurries. There was no way Jessa could say that to Blaine though. He was already close to exploding.
“When was the last time?” Blaine asked.
“Before you,” Jessa said. “That’s all that matters.”
“No. Tell me.”
Jessa touched her stomach. “I’m carrying your child, Blaine. You can’t get…” Jealous. She was nervous to say the word. “I’m not a virgin, okay?”
“Oh, I know that,” Blaine said with a sly grin. “I’m not sharing you though. You’re mine. My baby. My family.”
“I never said you had to share,” Jessa said.
The tension seemed to let up just a little.
“Not with men,” Blaine said. “But another woman…”
Jessa snorted and started to blush. She thought about that stupid whore going down on Blaine. The way he stared at her… the way it made her feel… Jessa suddenly saw herself maybe touching herself while…
Her phone beeped again.
Another text message.
Fuck.
“This asshole…” Blaine’s eyes went wide as he looked at her phone.
“Give me,” Jessa said.
She took her phone back.
Mike, again. Of course.
Don’t ignore me. Don’t make me find you. Luke is here. He’s game.
The phone left her hand.
Now Blaine was livid. “Yeah? This guy just orders you around?”
“It’s not what you think.”
Yeah, Mike had been suggesting to Jessa about his best friend, Luke, getting involved in their relationship. That was something Jessa always shut down, but the last time it came up, Mike got pissed and told Jessa to leave.
Blaine threw the phone to the floor and grabbed Jessa by the face. He stared and curled his lip.