by London Casey
If the day couldn’t get anymore twisted, the second Blaine turned to pull into the lot, he saw Chief Ethan and two officers waiting.
Miller throttled and sped forward.
All the guys were outside waiting as Ethan leaned against the side of his SUV, arms crossed.
“Well, well, well,” Ethan said as Blaine climbed off his motorcycle. “How convenient for the rest of you to show up.”
“Why’s that?” Blaine asked.
“We’ve got dead bodies,” Ethan said. “One shot between the eyes. One shot in the chest. Mother. Daughter.”
The words punched Blaine in the gut.
Just like Meghan and Janey…
Vin.
Ethan stared at Blaine. “Sound familiar?”
“I was out on a ride,” Blaine said.
“Where?”
“None of your goddamn business,” Blaine said.
“The way I see it…,” Ethan rubbed his chin. “I have almost a dozen open murder cases on my desk. All from the same part in Frelen. Part of me wants to call in some backup. But then I look weak in my new position.”
“I don’t care,” Blaine said.
He started to walk and Ethan grabbed Blaine’s arm. Blaine spun, fist tightened up.
“That’s right,” Ethan said. “Hit me. I would love to take you in.”
Think bigger.
Blaine fought against his urge to attack.
“Interesting, right?” Ethan asked. “I mean, the other murders were just drug shit. Deals gone bad. Money. Pussy. Booze. Whatever. I’m sure your crew has their hands covered in that blood. But these two… damn, Blaine. It seemed very familiar to me. I’ll say that again for you. One bullet through the head, of the mother. One bullet through the heart, of the daughter. And she was clutching her favorite stuffed…”
Blaine felt himself snap. He didn’t punch Ethan but he put Ethan against the SUV.
“You fuck,” Blaine growled.
“You look ready to snap, Blaine,” Ethan said. “Two murders that look awfully familiar. And then I got a call about someone else you know.”
“Who?”
“Your old partner. He’s been murdered.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
“Don’t look so surprised, Blaine. That’s out of my jurisdiction. What are you trying to prove here? You going outlaw on your outlaw friends?”
Blaine threw a fist forward and hit the window of Ethan’s SUV. His fist hit with a thud.
“Next one I won’t let miss,” Blaine said.
“I’m on to you,” Ethan said. “I’m going to tie you to everything. Then you’ll have to choose. Take the heat yourself or I take down the club.”
“Hey,” Miller yelled. “If you assholes have no warrants or reasons, get the fuck off my property.”
“We’re gone,” Ethan said. “Have a good day, Blaine. Don’t forget that image I painted for you.” Ethan touched his forehead and then his chest.
Blaine made a fist and knew he wasn’t going to hold back. He connected with Ethan’s jaw and sent him to the ground. He brought his foot back, wanting to shatter his face, but someone grabbed Blaine and pulled him back.
Guns were drawn but Ethan calmed his officers down.
He climbed to his feet and wiped blood off his jaw.
“I’ll be in touch, Blaine,” Ethan said.
Blaine broke away from the hold Gaige and Miller had on him.
“Blaine,” Miller said.
“No,” Blaine said. “I’ve proved everything I need to with this fucking club right now. You want to make things right? You want to do this? Then we attack like you said, Miller. We attacks the guns Vin is trying to buy. That’s the plan. If it puts us in bed with the cartel for a second, oh well. Vin will take us all down unless we fight back now.”
“Sounds like you have your vote in,” Gaige called out.
Blaine lifted his right hand, throwing the finger.
He made a line right to the clubhouse, right to the bar.
The first beer was cold and smooth. The first shot was fire. The second of each were slower and more potent.
Then Jessa appeared. She was with some of the other women.
She broke away and ran to Blaine. She dove right at him, hugging him.
“Nate told me,” she whispered. “What you had to do. I am…”
“I’m not in the mood for this,” Blaine said. “You should get a ride back to your office and work for a little while. Stay away from this.”
Blaine rushed away from Jessa. He realized what he had said to her.
First came pregnancy, then came love.
Now, Blaine had to get rid of her… to save her.
twenty-seven.
Jessa let Blaine go. Her urge was to chase him down and push him until he snapped. But she had him figured out. He was complicated. He was an asshole. But Jessa was willing to accept the challenge. The ride with Nate proved that she was winning him over. Not that she was really trying. It seemed everyone hated and loved Blaine the same way. Of all the things anyone could call the man, he was honest. Honest about himself, who he was, and honest in his actions.
Plus, he just had to kill his old partner.
Petey.
Jessa remembered Petey. He was older than Blaine but they were pretty close. Petey had a ton of problems in his life and it all finally caught up to him. He got into bed with Vin and now he was dead.
It took Jessa a few seconds to really collect that thought. Blaine’s hand that touched her stomach had killed a man. That was going to be her life, right? The hands that loved her body, the hands that brought her pleasure, the hands that would hold and protect their child… they would also be the hands that would kill.
All for survival.
Jessa knew Blaine wanted to be alone but she wanted to challenge him. She wanted to put him on the spot and maybe find a way to say thank you for all he’d done. It might have seemed to be trivial stuff, but Blaine had proved his commitment to Jessa and to Back Down Devil.
Looking around, Jessa sighed and came up with an idea.
She found a woman sitting next to the pool tables. She wore a white shirt and with white lacy bra that easily showed through. Her hair was pulled back tight and she looked at Jessa with fuck you eyes.
“Yeah?” she asked Jessa.
“What’s your name?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Hey,” Nate yelled. “That’s Blaine’s old lady. She talks and you listen. And answer.”
“Melanie,” the woman said.
“Melanie. Nice to meet you. I’m Jessa.”
“Your Blaine’s old lady?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know he had one. He usually follows the command of his dick.”
“Have you fucked him before?”
“No.”
“Anything with him?”
Melanie raised an eyebrow. “Listen… what I do and who I do it with is my business. I’m sorry if your man sniffs around.”
Jessa leaned down. “Here’s what’s going to happen next, bitch. You’re going to stand up and follow me. We’re going to visit Blaine. And you’re going to do everything I say to do to him.”
Melanie’s eyes went wide. “Well… I guess Blaine really met his match with you.”
Melanie stood up. “Let’s go.”
Jessa curled her lip. “You try anything funny and I’ll kill you.”
“Jesus Christ,” Nate said.
“Shut up, Nate,” Jessa said.
Jessa turned and led the way.
She was tough on the outside, but inside she was a mess.
What the hell did I just do?
***
When Jessa opened the door, there was a trail of clothes on the floor. Black boots. Socks. Jeans. A t-shirt. All leading the way to the bathroom where Blaine’s leather cut was hung up. She was amazed by the respect the guys had for their leather cuts.
“He’s in the shower,” Melanie said.
“Want me to get naked?”
“Just take your top off.”
Jessa couldn’t believe what she was doing.
Of course, Melanie had big, firm boobs, too. And her left nipple was pierced. She had like the perfect set of boobs.
“You see something you like?” Melanie asked. “I’m okay either way. Tongue or cock works for me.”
“Remember,” Jessa said, forcing herself to look into Melanie’s eyes. “You do what I say. When I say. That goes for stopping.”
They went to the bathroom.
Jessa paused at the doorway and grabbed her shirt. She lifted it over her head. She reached back to unclasp her bra but a hand was already there.
“I’ll get it,” Melanie said. “And to answer your question, no. I haven’t done anything with Blaine. He scares the hell out of me. You’re a good woman for doing this for him. I don’t have feelings for this stuff, just so you know. I get what this all is. You’re the one in control, not me.”
Jessa looked back. Her bra fell forward. She then stood there, topless with another woman. “I’m pregnant. I’m worried he’ll get sick of me.”
Melanie reached out and stroked Jessa’s hair behind her ear. “Never. You have something he can’t have. That’s the mother connection. No matter how big my tits are or how deep I swallow his dick, you’re still greater than me. Forever.”
As Jessa turned, she had the wild image of herself kissing Melanie. “Thank you. Now I want you to strip naked and let my man fuck you.”
Jessa said the words and they echoed in her mind.
She watched as Melanie slipped by her, into the bathroom, and then slithered out of her jeans and panties. Her ass was super firm.
“Blaine?” Jessa called out. She opened her own pants and slid them down. She stood in her panties, blocked by another naked woman.
“Sweetheart, I just need…”
“Open the fucking shower curtain,” Jessa said.
Blaine opened the curtain. “I sa…”
“Hey,” Melanie said. “Got room for me?”
“What the fuck?” Blaine looked at Jessa. “What the fuck is this?”
Jessa got close to Melanie. She touched Melanie’s waist. She gently kissed Melanie’s shoulder. “You don’t want this? She’s ready for you, Blaine.”
“Are you fucking with me right now? You going to throw this in my face? I haven’t touched another woman since you got here. Goddammit.”
“I know,” Jessa said. “That’s why… I get it. I’m sorry what you had to go through, Blaine. Everything you’re doing for me, our baby, and your club. Please. I’m trying to say thank you.”
Blaine looked at Melanie. His lip curled. “And you’re just standing there, waiting to take it?”
“Anything for you,” Melanie purred. “Here, feel…”
She grabbed Blaine’s hand and placed it between her legs.
Jessa felt her heart pound. “I’ll be in a few, Blaine. Just tell me when.”
Jessa slid back and watched as Melanie stepped into the shower. Blaine stared at Jessa the entire time.
Melanie shut the curtain.
It was a dark color so Jessa couldn’t see a single thing that was happening.
She stood there, naked and alone.
She knew she could get dressed and leave. Just pretend like nothing was happening.
No. Stand here. Show him.
That’s exactly what Jessa did.
She waited. She was in love with Blaine. He would know that and he would accept that. He was the only man who touched her with care, made her feel alive, and gave her a purpose.
Jessa heard Melanie let out a groan and she instantly made fists.
She jumped toward the shower curtain… fuck this.
twenty-eight.
Blaine had been standing there, water crashing to his face, his hand between his legs, squeezing his dick. He stroked slowly, bringing himself to life. He heard someone enter the bathroom and figured it was Jessa.
Christ, I just want to jerk off and put on a fresh shirt.
Then he opened the curtain and got the shock of his life.
A beautiful brown haired, brown eyed woman standing there, naked. With Jessa… naked… behind her. The woman had nice, full tits. A little bar pierced through her left nipple. Instantly, Blaine saw his teeth holding tight against that little bar and pulling until the woman cried.
He then thought it was a test. Because of what had happened at the ultrasound.
Shit, it wasn’t his fault that little bitch was eye fucking him like crazy. Pretty little thing too. He could have bent her over the table and gave her an exam. They wouldn’t need some fucking wand to stick up her pussy to explore it. Blaine would have done it with his tongue and his cock. And the only wild heartbeat they’d find would be hers as she came all over him.
That wasn’t his fault, right? And nothing fucking happened.
“I’ll be in a few, Blaine. Just tell me when.”
That’s what Jessa said and the woman stepped into the shower. Blaine realized his hand was between her legs, feeling her soft and warm pussy. She reached back and shut the curtain. She pressed herself against Blaine. He caught himself pulling back, but could only go so far before crashing into the wall.
The woman then thrust her hips, sliding her sweet spot against his fingers. She then grabbed her left breast, cupping it. Her eyes were on fire.
Blaine curled his fingers and felt the tight entrance to her body. She bent her legs and his fingers slid into her.
Fuck… it’s tight…
Blaine gritted his teeth.
The woman let out a groan and rocked her hips again.
Blaine pulled his hand away. He touched her lower stomach and shook his head. He reached beyond the woman and tore the shower curtain back open. There was Jessa, beautiful naked, with a fist cocked back. She was ready to attack this woman.
“Out,” Blaine said. He slapped his hand to the woman’s ass and pushed. She screamed and stumbled from the shower. He then grabbed Jessa by the wrist and pulled her into the shower. “In.”
He spun her around and pinned her against the wall.
“Blaine…”
“Shut up, Jessa. Look at me.” Their eyes were locked. “Don’t look away from me. You brought me that woman to fuck?”
“Yes.”
“Like an obedient woman cooking her man a steak?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“That’s romantic, sweetheart. And it wouldn’t kill you from the inside?”
“The entire time,” Jessa said.
Who is this woman?
“No. You don’t get to feel that way. Ever.”
Blaine didn’t want to talk about what it meant. Or that he was actually feeling himself changing. Christ, had he really just given up free sex with a horny reliever who had big tits and a nipple ring?
Blaine inched down and let his lips move over Jessa’s left breast. He suckled against her soft skin, his tongue cutting left to right over her nipple. He pulled away with his teeth grazing her, making her gasp.
Goddamn… it’s worth it.
“Fuck,” Jessa whispered.
Blaine reached down and back, his hand covering her cheek and pulling at her. Jessa lifted her left leg and opened for him. Blaine touched her. She was warm, silk, a welcoming blanket to comfort him. Nothing like that other woman. That was just… pussy. This was…
Blaine wasn’t sure, but it was better.
“Fuck,” Blaine said and kissed down Jessa’s stomach. His hands gripped her inner thighs and his mouth met her beautiful sex. He growled as he tasted her, licking the honey that was better than anything else he’d ever tasted before.
Jessa grabbed his hair and pulled. “Yes. Fuck, yes, Blaine.”
Blaine curled his tongue over the nub of her clit. He pulled away. “Remember this… all mine.”
Blaine stood up. He pulled Jessa into th
e water, letting it fall between them and all around. He then kissed her, his hands sliding back down to her ass. His cock slipped between her legs, sliding against her soft folds. As he pumped himself, he wanted to explode already.
As Blaine reached between his legs, Jessa put her foot up on the faucet. He pressed himself to her body and felt her accept him. He sank deep, her body sheathing him tight. They both sighed at the same time, feeling the same pressure of each other’s bodies.
Blaine rested his forehead to Jessa’s and he started to fuck her. He thrust hard and fast, needing to fucking come. Jessa grabbed his shoulders and balanced herself, sighing with each hard pump of his dick.
“Yeah,” Blaine growled. “You fucking feel that, sweetheart? That’s all yours. All yours.”
Jessa’s body quivered as she started to come. Blaine forced himself to keep going, battling her orgasm as he pulsed tighter by the second. His right hand slid up her body and cupped her breast. He squeezed and pressed her against the wall. Her nails clung to his skin, ripping at him.
Blaine liked the pain. He fucking loved it.
And he loved Jessa’s fucking body.
He sped up, the water splashing between them. Their eyes never broke their stare, even when Blaine started to come. He thrust deep and held there, his cock pulsing inside her. He put a hand to her waist and gently rocked her, forcing her to rock against him, making sure there wasn’t a drop to waste.
Jessa’s face was red, her body soaking wet.
Blaine pulled out and away. He grabbed for Jessa’s hand and made her grip his throbbing dick. He then put his hand over hers.
“When I don’t come… then you worry. Understand?”
Jessa nodded.
“Good. You’re all mine. I’m all yours.” Blaine kissed her. “Thank you for what you did… but all I ever need is you.”
***
“We have Jace, Erik, and Landon out riding,” Gaige said. He finished his smoke and blew big rings into the air.
The table was just Blaine, Miller, Gaige, Trev, and Nate.
“It’s going to be intense,” Nate said.