by London Casey
“You remember that thing?” Blaine asked. “That little blue horse. I got that for her when she was five. I gave it to her when I took Meghan out. Janey hated being away from Meghan. So I got them each a horse. So when Janey missed her mom, she could look at the horse and know they were close. I had her convinced it had magic powers and shit.”
“That’s so sweet.”
Blaine blinked fast. “Yeah. Meghan tossed hers. But Janey kept her horse. Even when she was a little too old for a stuffed animal, she still had it. That’s all I wanted was for her to have that when they fled.”
Jessa put a hand to Blaine’s neck and clawed at him. “I walked in and they were dead, Blaine. They were shot to death. I just have to say it to you. They were fucking shot… and Vin stood there. He looked at me and he hesitated for like two seconds. He was surprised I was there. Then he lifted the gun. He was going to kill me. So I ran. I hid. I survived.” Jessa had her cheek next to Blaine’s. She took a breath. “I survived, Blaine. But you know what? It doesn’t feel like it.”
“You did survive,” Blaine said. “You did the right thing. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Blaine’s hands started to push Jessa to the floor. He hovered over her a little. “You never have to feel like that…”
“How is this not wrong? You’re engaged to my best friend. Now you got me pregnant. I’m…”
“No. Meghan was never the right woman. I just knew if I pushed her away she’d take Janey. I’d protect Janey with my life… and I failed. I won’t fail again, sweetheart.”
Jessa shivered everywhere. “How does this all work? You… me… a baby… your lifestyle…”
“It just does,” Blaine whispered. “Fall into me, sweetheart. Let me hold it all for you. The pain. The guilt. The regret. I’d do anything for you. Just name it and it’s done.”
Jessa swallowed hard. “Make love to me, Blaine. Right here. Right now.”
***
Jessa lifted her hips as Blaine slid her jeans down. He was slow and gentle, a side of Blaine she’d never seen before. He got to his knees and stripped her jeans and shoes off. His hands slid up her legs and cut between her thighs. His thumbs pressed against her panties, making her groan and thrust.
“We don’t have time,” she whispered.
“I know,” Blaine said.
It was almost eerie the way he said it.
His hands clutched around the top of her panties and pulled. He stripped her naked from the waist down, except her socks.
Blaine unzipped his jeans and took out his thick cock. Jessa watched him stroke himself until he was like steel. His hands touched her inner thighs, opening her legs wide. He inched forward, the full head of his cock aimed right for her body. There was a wild part of Jessa that had always fantasized about having sex in her office. Maybe the circumstances weren’t perfect, but at least the fantasy would be.
When he touched her, Jessa felt her body clench up.
“Easy,” Blaine whispered. “Breathe…”
His hands moved to her hips and he pulled at her. Her knees bent and she pressed her feet to the floor. Jessa lifted her body a couple inches and readied herself. She reached for Blaine, only able to grab hold of his leather cut.
He thrust forward with a grunt, opening her.
The pressure was the same as the first time. He slid into her inch by inch, tearing at her, proving that Jessa would never get used to him. Which was wild. That meant each time would feel like this. That steal-your-breath pressure until she was so full her body shook, demanding release.
Blaine lowered himself down, his lips touching hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” Blaine said back.
He pulled back as slow as he had entered.
Jessa felt every inch and the perfect definition of him. He took himself almost all the way out and then thrust forward. Harder, deeper, faster. That was just Blaine’s style. He managed two slow thrusts before he growled and sped up. There was no making love with a beast like Blaine.
But that’s okay…
Jessa slid her hands around to his back. Her fingers felt the lines of the patches that made up the Back Down Devil MC name and logo. Blaine’s tongue flicked against her neck. He moved down and around, letting his teeth graze her neck as he groaned. Each thrust of his body slammed her against the floor of her office. She felt the hard coolness of his belt buckle digging against her mound, sort of hurting but making the entire thing hotter and sexier.
Blaine had a hand to her face, his other hand balled into a fist on the floor. He pushed himself up, taking his mouth away from her body. They then just stared at each other as Blaine fucked her. Pumping and thrusting, so fast and deep, but not with the same power as the first time.
This was Blaine making love.
Jessa couldn’t control the way her body reacted. Her thighs trembled and squeezed at Blaine as she started to come. He quickly grabbed her legs and pushed them open again, fucking her. He then pulled out of her, resting his throbbing and glistening cock against her lower belly.
“What the fuck?” she groaned.
Her hips were still rocking, her body leaking with sex.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” Blaine said.
Jessa gasped and groaned. “Blaine…”
“I want to fucking hear it. Nobody is ever going to touch you again. For the rest of your life. Unless I say so.”
Jessa nodded. “Yeah. I know. Okay.”
“Say the fucking words,” Blaine said. He slowly thrust himself at her.
The bottom of his shaft slid along her lower belly. He was pulsing, ready to unleash. And this time, when he came inside her, it wouldn’t matter. She was already pregnant, so this was… for fun.
“I’m yours, Blaine,” Jessa said. “I’m all yours. I have your baby growing inside me. What else do you want?”
“I just want you to keep saying it,” Blaine said. He slid his cock down her body. “It’s the air I breathe now. My family.”
Blaine thrust forward and tore Jessa open again. She lifted her back and cried out. She scratched at the floor and reached for Blaine against her. He put one hand down between her legs so she could feel herself and Blaine as he fucked her. He put her other hand to his chest, so she could feel his heart.
“This is what you do,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as he started to speed up. “You make my cock hurt because it’s so fucking hard.” He thrust harder, deeper. “You make my fucking heart race.”
Jessa stared at him. She knew that she spent years trying to fight falling for Blaine, because he was with her best friend. But the reality was… there was no controlling it now.
“Ah, fuck, sweetheart,” Blaine groaned.
He thrust and held, letting himself go.
Jessa felt her insides as though they were exploding. Blaine stayed right there, rocking back and forth with the pulse of his cock. Their eyes never left each other. Jessa’s hand was still down between her legs, feeling Blaine moving in and out of her. Feeling him throb. Feeling the mess they made.
And then they were silent.
Part of Jessa heard herself blurting out something crazy like I love you to him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. She knew everything with Blaine was frail.
But she did say something…
“I have to pee,” she whispered.
Blaine grinned. “So… go…”
“What?”
Blaine winked.
“You’re disgusting.”
“That I am, sweetheart. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
“I really have to go… my body…”
Blaine hovered over her. His eyes were so dark and so evil. Yet there seemed to be a light that came and went when he looked at her.
“Hey, Blaine?” a muffled voice called through the office door. “You finished?”
“Shit,” Jessa said. “Trev was listening?”
“Probably jerking off to you moaning,” Blaine sa
id.
Jessa gasped. “That’s…”
“That’s sexy as fuck.” Blaine leaned down and kissed her. “But now I’m going to have to kill him for listening.”
Blaine moved from her body and went to the door. Jessa hurried to collect her clothes and ran to the bathroom. She used the bathroom, got dressed, and went to the door.
She heard Blaine and Trev talking.
“When?” Blaine asked.
“An hour ago. A clear message, bro. Two prospects…”
“Cut out their eyes?” Blaine asked.
“Yeah. That’s hardcore.”
“That’s Vin running it. He’s letting them push.”
Jessa felt her heart pounding.
Vin? He killed Back Down Devil MC prospects?
“Miller is pissed,” Trev said. “Wants us at the table.”
“Is… Jessa safe?”
“He doesn’t blame her. Or you. But he wants you to do something.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
“He wants you to prove your loyalty.”
“I gave up my cut already. I let you guys vote.”
“You have to do this, Blaine. Get Jessa and let’s ride. Don’t pussy out on us, man. Not because of a woman.”
Jessa stepped away from the door. She touched her stomach and covered her mouth. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw up.
What’s happening next?
twenty-three.
The first thing they did was bury the prospects. All things considered, it was the least they could do for the guys. One of the prospects had been the guy Blaine punched. He stood there and stared into the hole and shook his head, wishing the guy could have done more. Or maybe he had done all he could. Christ, they were ambushed and had their eyes cut out.
A sign from Eight Under and a sign from Vin.
Vin loved old school gangster stuff like that. He loved to take body parts and tell stories with them. The eyes meant sight. Meaning Vin was watching. Meaning that Back Down Devil MC has no eyes. They had no sight.
Miller went into protection mode, shutting the clubhouse down, including keeping Ella and Beck safe. Rightfully so.
Blaine felt it too. Each time he saw Jessa, his stomach flipped as he thought about the life growing inside her. Meeting at the table left the guys scrambling to work out the logistics of their gun move and debated on how to keep hell out of Frelen. By staying silent and in the clubhouse, they hoped to show their message that they weren’t going to act fast.
Each time Blaine sat at the table, he thought to himself… think bigger. It nagged at him. Thinking bigger than himself, his dick, the club, Jessa, everything. It wasn’t easy to do.
“So, when do we attack?” Shay asked.
The table was full but quiet. It was dark outside. Another day had wasted away.
“They’re pushing hard,” Nate said. “I made a few calls and they’re dealing heavy. Frelen isn’t safe.”
“And we have Ethan up our ass,” Jace said.
“Literally,” Trev said. “He’s got guys parked out back.”
Blaine watched the conversation unfold.
Of course Ethan found out about the prospects’ murders. There was no case though because why would Ethan give a shit about the MC? He only cared if and when the MC retaliated.
“We’re doing the right thing here,” Blaine said. “Waiting. It’s driving Vin nuts. The longer we wait the more paranoid he’ll get.”
“That still doesn’t give us a plan,” Shay said.
“We already talked,” Blaine said. “We go for the guns. Their shipment. We take it. Cut them off.”
“That’s suicide,” Landon said. “You’re fucking with the cartel then.”
“We get the guns,” Blaine said. “And we get Vin. Godammmit, the only way to stop him is to get him.”
“Blaine is right,” Miller said. “We can figure out how to do this. It’s going to take planning and some serious distractions.”
“We can work it out,” Gaige said. “But there’s information being passed. I don’t like it. We were set up more than once.”
Gaige looked at Blaine.
“Why the fuck are you looking at me?” Blaine asked.
“Nothing.”
“You got something you want to say, Gaige? Clear the air, brother. Come on. Clear the fucking air.”
“Let’s clear the table,” Miller said. “Too much thinking leads to overthinking.”
“Aye,” Shay said. “I agree. Nothing like a little whiskey and pussy to clear your mind.”
“How about some good news?” Miller said. He reached and squeezed Blaine’s shoulder.
Blaine raised an eyebrow.
“Tell them,” Miller said.
“Tell us what?” Erik asked.
“Someone pop your cherry, Blaine?” Nate asked.
“No,” Blaine said. “That was done a long time ago. This stripper with really long fingers. She got way up there…”
“Ah, shit,” Gaige said. “Do I have to listen to this?”
“I’m going to be a father,” Blaine said.
Everyone looked around.
“Oh,” Shay said.
“Jessa is pregnant,” Blaine said. “We, uh, well…”
“Jesus Christ,” Gaige said. “You made a child?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re going to have a kid?” Erik asked. “A real kid?”
“Yes,” Blaine said.
Shay slowly stood up. “So you finally slipped one in there, huh?”
“To quote you, Shay… aye…”
“Well, fuck me,” Shay said. He walked around the table. “We’re in the fight of our lives and this dirty, scumbag, piece of shit not only confesses he used to be a detective but he also has a pregnant woman in our clubhouse…”
Shay put his hands to Blaine’s shoulders.
“When you put it like that, Shay…” Blaine said.
“You motherfucker,” Shay said. “You’re going to be a dad.”
Miller made a fist and hit the table. Then Gaige did the same. Then Trev, Nate, Jace, Erik, and Landon. Shay reached over Blaine and hit his fist on the table.
Then they all started to scream and cheer for Blaine.
“I knew you’d do it,” Gaige said. “You just had to find the right hole to stick your dick in.”
“Thanks,” Blaine said.
“Our family is growing,” Miller said. “We have more reasons than ever to fight and protect our town and our club. The future of this MC is waiting out there. But the present is right here at this table. Remember that.”
Miller called the table clear and everyone took a moment to congratulate Blaine.
“Free sex,” Landon said. “You bastard.”
“It’s amazing,” Blaine said.
“What are you going to tell your strippers?” Erik asked.
“I’ll break it to them gently. Let them fight over my cock one last time.”
“That’s why you and me took care of that guy?” Trev asked.
“Yes, brother. How’s your shoulder?”
“Great. I can’t believe this. You as a father scares me.”
“Scares me too,” Blaine said.
“No, it fucking terrifies me,” Trev said. “I need a drink.”
The room cleared except Blaine, Gaige, and Miller.
Blaine saw Gaige shut the door and nod.
Oh, fuck.
“We’re not done,” Blaine whispered.
“Not yet,” Miller said.
“Congrats on the kid,” Gaige said. “Emily is going to drive me fucking nuts now. She’s been wanting to do it for a long time.”
“I could help with that,” Blaine said.
“What? Convince me to have a kid?”
“No,” Blaine said. “I have feral sperm. Let me fuck her once. That’s all it’ll take.”
“Can I shoot him now?” Gaige asked Miller.
“Not yet,” Miller said.
“Yet?” Blai
ne said. “What the…”
“Someone told you that Vin was dead,” Miller said. “But Vin wasn’t dead. You called that person. You were set up.”
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “That’s right.”
“Is Vin really that smart? To know you’d call?”
“He’s smart. He went to visit Jessa and scared the shit out of her. Sent her right to me.”
“And he followed,” Miller said. “Right to us.”
“You’re suggesting this is all Jessa’s fault?”
“I don’t think blame will get us anywhere,” Gaige said. “We’re trying to figure this out.”
“Look, whatever Vin was planning started from the inside,” Blaine said. “Now he has a chance to kill a lot of birds with one big fucking stone.”
“Explain,” Miller said.
“He controls a failing club with Eight Under. Signs their ass to the cartel, which probably leaves him protected. He gets to push into us and try to take us down. If he does, he runs through here and cleans up. If not, he’s still earning with drugs and guns through Eight Under. Then he gets to finish killing me and killing Jessa.”
“What about ties to Ethan?” Gaige asked.
“I doubt it,” Blaine said.
“What if we talk to Ethan about Vin?” Miller asked. “That could be our catalyst to some kind of understanding.”
“I’ll do that,” Blaine said. “I’ll talk to Ethan. He knows Vin. He gets it. Vin is corrupt. He’s worse…”
“The guy you called,” Gaige cut Blaine off. “He have ties to anything around? Friends to call? Favors to demand?”
“What are you implying?” Blaine asked.
“This guy…,” Miller said.
“Petey.”
“Yeah. Petey. This guy could be running around in the dark, feeding Vin information.”
Blaine considered it. “Christ. If he is, Vin has him tied down pretty bad.”
“What’s the best solution here?” Miller asked.
Blaine leaned back. He nodded. “You know, when Trev told me about the prospects, we were at Jessa’s office. She patched him up because he got shot. He told me you want to test my loyalty. You never brought anything up about it, Miller. My loyalty to this MC never needs to be tested.”
“Then you know what’s right,” Gaige said.