by London Casey
“Yes, I do,” Blaine said.
He stood up.
He wanted to hug Jessa with all his might. Then he wanted to kiss her belly. It was starting to pop out a little and it’s beautiful round shape was only going to get more and more defined. After that, he was going to fuck Jessa until she came at least three times.
Then… it was pretty clear.
Blaine had to go kill his old partner.
twenty-four.
Jessa was on her hands and knees, her hands still clutched around the pillows. Her body ached in the most soothing way possible. She never knew she could feel the way she did with a man like Blaine.
He had pulled away from her body minutes ago. Jessa listened to the sound of Blaine picking up his jeans and putting himself away. The way her lower body felt was something she never want to end. Her bare breasts were pressed to the bed. When Blaine had been behind her, his strong hands holding tight to her wide hips, he thrust so fast and hard, her breasts had been rubbing against the sheets. Even that felt good. Everything Blaine did felt good. He was wild yet gentle yet ravenous yet tender all in the same.
Jessa took another breath, still waiting for her heartbeat to ease a little.
A hand touched her ass. She looked back and saw Blaine standing at the side of the bed. His fingers caressed up along her ass. His middle finger pressed at the small of Jessa’s back. She sighed a breath and felt her thighs aching, her sex still gushing. Blaine’s touch moved back over her ass again. He followed her round cheek down and around. When his fingertip touched her pussy, she jumped a little.
Blaine cupped her ass and pushed her to the bed. He then climbed on the bed, wrapped her up, and pulled her on top of him. Jessa had never felt so honest and comfortable naked with someone before. She had been noticing the changes in her body, both inside and out. On the outside, her breasts were already starting to feel fuller. Her lower belly was hard and starting to push out. That would only get bigger and bigger… and bigger…
“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked as he stroked her hair.
“I’m going to get fat.”
“That’s okay. I don’t judge.”
“Blaine…”
“What? Fat, skinny, in between. I don’t care. I love it all.”
“That’s not comforting for me.”
“Hey, I just fucked you, didn’t I?”
“Lucky me.”
“Lucky you is right, sweetheart.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“You call other women beautiful. But you call me sweetheart. Why?”
Blaine smiled. That evil grin. That irresistible grin. “All women are beautiful. Beautiful when they’re naked. Beautiful when they’re on their knees, sucking me off. Beautiful with their ass in the air, taking it from me. Everyone so different and so beautiful. Makes me hard just thinking about it.”
Tempted, Jessa slid her hand between Blaine’s legs. He was getting hard…
“But you, Jessa, you’re different,” Blaine said.
“I’m not beautiful?”
“You’re a step above beautiful, whatever that is. You’ve meant more to me for years than I can ever actually explain. My memories are worth shit, but when you’re part of them, they’re worth keeping around. I don’t do this shit right here, sweetheart. I don’t talk. I fuck. I don’t hold a woman unless my hands are digging into their ass. When I’m done? I tuck my dick away and go find the next one to fuck. Okay?”
“This is you being romantic?” Jessa asked.
“This is me being me.”
“So I’m your sweetheart. And everyone else is still beautiful.”
“Exactly.”
“And how do I know you won’t fuck all those beautiful women out there?”
“Does it bother you?”
Jessa hesitated. “Yes. It does, Blaine.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Jealous.”
“Why?”
“Maybe you’ll like them better. I’m not a stripper. I’m not some bar slut. I’m just a…”
“A woman in my bed. Carrying my child. Poking at my heart and making it feel alive again.”
Jessa started to blush. “But is that good enough for you?”
“I guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“What the fuck do you think it means?”
“If this is real, Blaine, then there’s no cheating.”
“So… this is real?”
Jessa rolled away from Blaine. She looked down at her nude body. She was still wet. Her breasts were achy for Blaine’s touch. She touched her stomach. “Real enough, Blaine.”
“Then it’s real. Leave it at that.”
As Jessa opened her mouth to argue, Blaine kissed her. One kiss led to another and he started to press his body to hers.
He wanted it again.
“Hey,” Jessa said. Blaine kept kissing her. “I have… doctor… the baby…”
Blaine instantly stopped. His hand went to her stomach. “What’s wrong with the baby?”
“Nothing. I have to get checked.”
“Checked.”
“Yeah. Doctor asks me questions. I get an ultrasound done. Make sure the baby is growing. Listen to the heartbeat. Nothing big.”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Let’s see… I waited… you came into the bedroom… you threw me to the bed, turned me around, and told me to beg for your cock. I wasn’t sure when it was appropriate to slip in that I had a doctor’s appointment. Before or after you come?”
“Goddamn, sweetheart.” He touched her face. “You’re getting to me.”
“Good. Now, can I have a ride to the doctor’s? Am I still not allowed to function in society?”
“Stop,” Blaine said. “You’ve been going to work. Just a lesser schedule.”
Which was true. Jessa hated to do it but she leaned on the pregnancy as her reasoning for needing to cut back her hours. Dr. Ashland understood. What was harder to explain was why someone dropped her off and picked her up. Or why two guys on motorcycles lingered around the office the entire time she was there.
“I’m going to go with you,” Blaine said.
“Really?”
“I have some business to take care of, but that could wait a couple hours. Jesus, sweetheart, let me know when you have these appointments.”
“Okay,” Jessa said. “Well, I should soon.”
“Is my, uh, stuff going to cause a problem?” Blaine asked. “You’re a little full right now.”
Jessa snorted. “Shut up, Blaine. I’ll go to the bathroom.”
Jessa rolled off the bed. She stood and felt hands clamp at her waist. She was pulled back to the bed, her back resting to Blaine’s chest.
His lips touched her neck. He kissed up to her ear and nibbled. “I’m going to kiss you until your pussy leaks everything, everywhere.”
His right hand slid around and cupped her breast. His rough hand slid along her tender nipple. She thrust her chest and put her head back, groaning.
“What time is the appointment?” Blaine whispered, his hot breath spreading across her neck.
“Hour.”
“How far away?”
“Twenty-five minutes.”
“Good. We have plenty of time.”
Blaine’s other hand slid around and down, moving right between Jessa’s legs. She looked down and watched as Blaine pressed two fingers against her folds. He curled his fingers and then thrust them inside her.
Jessa groaned.
Fuck, Blaine, please don’t fuck any other women… I think I’m in love with you.
twenty-five.
It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, sitting there, legs up and wide, a stick shoved up her, waiting for the ultrasound person to take whatever measurements she needed. Not to mention the look on Blaine’s face as the lady did it.
To make matters
worse, Blaine leaned down and whispered to Jessa, “That’s not the first time I’ve seen something that long stuck inside a woman…”
Jessa blushed and Blaine just stood there, oh-so-cool.
The ultrasound person was a young woman, tall, skinny, tits showing out of the top of a green shirt. Straight blonde hair. Blue eyes. A pretty smile. She eye fucked Blaine three times and Blaine didn’t back down from eye fucking right back.
All with Jessa in between them, a baby in her belly and a wand stuck in pussy.
Jessa wanted to get pissed off but she thought about everything Blaine had said. She had to trust him. There hadn’t been anyone else since Jessa. Not since Jessa beat up that whore who had sucked Blaine off.
“Okay,” the woman said. “Let’s… okay, there it is.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
The lady smiled at Blaine. “Right here.”
She pointed to the screen.
There was a head, that was easy to see. The rest was just a random shape.
“That’s the fucking baby?” Blaine asked.
“That’s the baby,” the woman said.
Blaine covered his mouth and stared. He then started to walk to the other side, to get closer to the screen.
He went right to the screen.
The woman moved the image a little bit. “Here. See that circle that’s fluttering? That’s the heart.”
“The heart,” Blaine said. His mouth fell open. “The baby’s heart.”
“Yes,” the woman said.
He then pointed to the screen. The shape ended with a tip. “That’s the dick. Look at it.”
The woman burst into laughter.
“Blaine!” Jessa yelled.
“No,” Blaine said. He looked at the woman. He touched her arm. “Right, beautiful? That’s the dick.”
Jessa felt the jealousy starting to build. Blaine was touching this woman’s arm, calling her beautiful. While the woman had the wand still up inside Jessa. In some messed up way, it was the closest to a threesome Jessa had ever come to having in her life.
“We don’t know the sex of the baby,” the woman said. She smiled at Blaine. “It’s okay to hope for a boy. I could understand why you’d want that. Right now, the baby is very small. Um… do you want to hear the heartbeat?”
“Fuck yes,” Blaine said.
“Okay,” the woman said, laughing.
She clicked a few buttons and there it was… the scrambling sound of a heartbeat. A racing heartbeat.
Jessa watched Blaine’s face.
His hand slowly slid away from the woman’s arm. He then reached across his own body and grabbed for Jessa’s hand. He took her hand and he squeezed it. The room was silent except for their baby’s heartbeat.
Jessa looked at the woman and smirked.
He’s mine, bitch.
The ultrasound person didn’t look at Jessa again.
Blaine didn’t look at the woman either.
Everything was perfectly fine.
Except Blaine.
He took one of the ultrasound pictures and just leaned against the wall, staring at it.
“Blaine?” Jessa asked.
He looked at her. “Hey. Nate is going to drive you back to the clubhouse. I have something to do.”
“What are you talking about?”
Blaine folded up the picture and tucked it into his pocket. He leaned down and kissed Jessa.
“Blaine, you’re scaring me.”
“No,” Blaine whispered. “Don’t worry about a thing. Take care of my baby.” His hand spread across her stomach.
“Don’t leave,” Jessa said. “Hey. We can have sex right here. Right now.”
“Look at what I’ve done,” Blaine said. “You’re a little wild thing now.”
“I’ll be a big wild thing soon. Then you’ll really be interested in the ultrasound woman.”
“Sweetheart, look at me. I have to go. Go with Nate back to the clubhouse, okay? I’ll be back soon.”
“Promise?”
“I don’t do that shit.”
“So each time you go could be forever?”
“Just like the rest of the world.”
“Why are you so stubborn and sexy at the same time?”
“I ask the same thing each time I look in the mirror,” Blaine said. He kissed Jessa again. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Blaine hurried to the door.
Jessa yelled, “For what?”
Blaine looked back. “For taking care of my baby. It’s the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you for that.”
twenty-six.
“We’ll come in behind you,” Miller said. “Make it look…”
“Let me talk to him,” Blaine said. “Let me do it. Okay?”
“Blaine,” Gaige said.
“I’m asking. Just let me do this.”
Miller nodded. “Okay. We’re outside. Three minutes, Blaine.”
“Thank you, brothers. Keep your eyes open in case company shows.”
Blaine went to the side door of the old house. It was a ranch style home, long and narrow. Petey kept the first floor looking like a normal house would look. Well, besides updating the house though. It looked like a shrine to thirty years prior and what was popular out of a catalog. His wife died of a heart attack in her forties and Petey moved on.
When Petey answered the door, he looked unkempt. His eyes were bloodshot. His facial hair grown out and messy. He looked like he had been kidnapped for years and just returned home.
“You look like shit,” Blaine said.
“So do you in that leather cut.”
“Are you going to invite me in?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Inside, the two stood there, nodding. They finally caved and gave each other a hug.
“You know, I never got the chance to say I’m sorry to you,” Petey said. “For what happened.”
“Sorry could never bring them back.”
“I know. That’s the worst, right? All these people fucking telling you these fucking things you don’t care about.”
“That was years ago,” Blaine said. “I’m not here to grieve.”
“You know, I have to be bold and ask, what the fuck are you doing here? I’m a cop. You’re an outlaw. I have a badge. You have a leather cut.”
“You told me Vin was dead, Petey. Said he got hit on the street.”
Petey tensed up. He took a step back. “Yeah, I did. I got, uh, some bad information.”
“Who told you?”
“Friend of a friend,” Petey said. “Vin came out and ruffled a lot of feathers. Old to new. Pushing hard at everyone.”
“What about you? Did he push you?”
Petey laughed. “Look at me. What do I have to lose?”
Blaine nodded. On the surface it looked like Petey had nothing to lose. But he did. He had been pushed around and forced out of promotions and raises for years. Because he was a loser drunk. He had been in plenty of trouble after his wife passed and a guy like Petey was the type who would try and take the world down with him when he went. Not to mention if Vin was giving him hard cash. Petey could go lose himself one last time before calling it a life.
“Good point,” Blaine said. “I need to know who told you that. It’s causing me a lot of heat.”
“With the other outlaws?”
Blaine grinned. “You never understood it, did you?”
“You want to play cowboys, Blaine, go ahead. Ride motorcycles and drink whiskey. Whatever. That’s your business now. You used to care about the law.”
“I saw what that law did to good people. Like you. Like my family.”
Petey went to a cabinet and opened it.
Blaine readied himself as Petey reached into the cabinet.
But Petey took out a bottle of whiskey. He reached again and took out two shot glasses.
“Old times,” Petey said. “Just one, okay?”
“Okay, Petey.”
Petey poured the shots. �
�Blaine, we had some crazy nights. Working those streets was like being in a different world. It left you disconnected from the real world. You know? A playground during the day was for the kids. I’d stand there and watch kids go down slides, struggle with the monkey bars, everything. Then at night, it was a different world. This one time… I saw a kid drop a toy car, right? He left it there. He forgot about it. Twelve hours later, someone was shot in the same spot. The bullet casing was an inch from the toy car. That’s our life.”
Petey handed Blaine the shot glass.
“It was our life,” Blaine said. “We saw good guys, bad guys, in between guys. A lot of those guys were us. Right? Good, bad, in between. Never knowing who the enemy was or why.”
“Cheers,” Petey said.
They each took their drink.
“Here, I’ll take that,” Petey said.
“I’ll keep it,” Blaine said.
Petey was setting up the scene.
Blaine wasn’t stupid.
Petey nodded. “Okay, Blaine. Your intel is better than mine. Good for you. Whatever you think you’re going to stop, you won’t. It’s too deep. It’s too far.”
Blaine stepped toward Petey. He grabbed the guy’s shoulder. “But I’d rather be dying for what I believe in, Petey, than die for what I’m told.”
With that, Petey shut his eyes.
Blaine stepped back, took out a gun, and pulled the trigger.
***
Blaine had nothing to say. He appreciated that Miller and Gaige didn’t feel the need to go in and check to make sure Petey was dead. As far as Blaine was concerned, all old ties were gone now. The facts were simple. Petey, his old partner, was dead. Vin, the man who murdered Meghan and Janey was out for blood still. As far as Meghan and Janey went? They were dead. The guilt would never go away, more for Janey because Blaine just wanted to do good by her. Yet he should have just let Meghan take Janey and go. How bad would it have been for Janey? Yeah, some shitty situations and a tough life, but hell, she’d have a fucking life.
What about Jessa?
That was present and future.
She was going to be the mother of Blaine’s child. Nothing else mattered but that. Did he love her? Yeah, he loved her. Enough to commit to her? That was still for the taking. The last person Blaine tried to commit to ended up with a bullet in her head. He’d rather hurt Jessa by not loving her than find her dead because of his existence.