Viper's Kiss

by London Casey

  “What about Ethan?” Miller asked.

  “He knows what’s happening,” Blaine said. “He’s trying to break me down. He wants to take me down. He’ll keep his eyes on the MC, but he knows the war Vin can start.”

  “So we ignore him?” Gaige asked.

  “We use him,” Blaine said. “The same way he wants to use us.”

  Miller stood up. He grabbed a map and put it on the table. “Our ride needs to get weapons from here” - Miller pointed - “to here.” He pointed to another spot. “Everything in between is tricky. We’ve got enemies here, here, and here.” Miller’s finger danced around the map. “We’ve got interstates to deal with that could easily lead to Federal involvement if something goes wrong. Back roads are doable but riskier because of how suspicious we’ll look.”

  “What do we need?” Blaine asked.

  “A straight shot ride,” Miller said. “A clean ride. We keep the truck ahead of us and we hang back and make it look like a ride. Just cruising the streets. But we need to make sure there’s no chance of problems. No Eight Under MC attacking. No Vin attacking. No bullshit.”

  “That’s a big variable we can’t control,” Trev said.

  “Not if Vin’s dead,” Miller said.

  Blaine sighed. “That’s a tall order.”

  “What do we have to do to make that happen?” Gaige asked. “We cut off his source with your old partner.”

  “That was one source,” Blaine said.

  “You still want to strike at their gun order?” Nate asked.

  “I think that’s the only way,” Blaine said.

  “How do we get away from the cartel heat?” Gaige asked.

  Blaine looked at Miller. Miller was already looking at Blaine.

  “This is on me?” Blaine asked.

  “You’re doing great,” Miller said.

  Blaine ran a hand over his face. “I’m used to thinking about pussy, brother. You know? Or different ways to slip one in the back door without having her clench up on me.”

  “Pretend you’re fucking Vin in the ass,” Trev said with a grin.

  Gaige laughed. “There’s a sight.”

  “Maybe that’s what he needs,” Miller said. “A little hard payback.”

  Miller nodded at Blaine.

  An idea came to Blaine. He slowly rose up. “Hey… I got something.”

  “What?” Nate asked.

  “If we get Vin away from the guys… they’re both vulnerable. I can strap Vin to a table where Jessa works. There’s plenty of stuff there to play with. To stick up his ass. To fuck him with…”

  “Okay,” Miller said.

  “That’s not bad,” Gaige said. “We can attack Levi and Eight Under. Keep them apart. Find the guns.”

  “What about the cartel?” Trev asked.

  “There’s no guns. There’s no Vin. What are they going to do?”

  “Christ,” Nate said. “That’s a heavy question.”

  “Let me sit on that,” Miller said. “We need to know about their shipments.”

  “Let me ask you this,” Blaine said, “how are we moving guns?”

  “In a truck,” Gaige said.

  “They probably do the same,” Blaine said. “Something quiet. Calm. Low key.”

  “A car,” Trev said.

  “A car can’t move that much,” Miller said.

  “Makes it even less suspecting,” Nate said.

  “Call Shay,” Miller said. “Right now. Get him to tag up with Jace and the others. Ride out to the end of town and look for a car. Any kind of car. Something that makes sense.”

  Gaige stood and rushed out of the room.

  Miller looked down at the map again.

  “How bad is it?” Blaine asked. “The need for these guns for the other charters?”

  Miller looked at Blaine. “I’m financing this order personally. To save ass. There’s heat everywhere. But we’ll survive it. We’ll take our stand right in town and the message will be clear.”

  “You need Vin gone then.”

  “I do,” Miller said. “Can you handle this? Everything that happened to you…”

  “No,” Blaine said. “We’re not doing that, Miller. I’m fine. As long as Jessa is safe, I’m fine.”

  Miller patted Blaine’s shoulder. “She’s fine. She’s under the protection of this club. Not just this charter, but the entire club. North, south, east, west. Okay? She’s family. She’s got a little MC member inside her.”

  “And a baby,” Nate said.

  “Fuck you,” Blaine said. “You want to compare dick sizes, brother? Let’s go. I’ll show you the anaconda.”

  “Good Christ,” Trev said.

  “Let’s keep our dicks in our pants,” Miller said. “For now.”

  Gaige opened the door. “We have a problem.”

  “What?”

  “Erik and Landon spotted a car. Something went down with Eight Under. They’ll be following.”

  “Shit,” Blaine said. “Guns.”

  “Guns,” Miller said. He pointed to Gaige. “Tell him to tail but linger. We’ll be right there.”

  Miller left the map on the table and they all stormed the door.

  They were out of the clubhouse with Miller shouting orders to other members and prospects. They ran to their motorcycles and took off out of the lot like a storm. The war cries the sound of engines roaring like a hungry lion ready to seek out prey.

  They caught up with Erik and the others ten minutes later. Sure as hell, not too far ahead, there was an old car with a big trunk. It was going the speed limit, cruising along like nothing was happening.

  Miller pointed to Blaine and pointed to the car.

  Blaine hit the throttle and sped up. He moved in and out of traffic, vehicles beeping at him as he did so. He got to the car and rode its ass. He needed the rest of the traffic to thin out before making a move.

  When it did, he pulled to the left and rode up alongside the car. Behind him, Erik took to the right. Landon was on the trunk. Gaige flew up by Blaine and positioned himself in front of the car, effectively boxing it in.

  The driver was an older man, wearing a black baseball cap, a cigarette between his lips. When he got boxed in, he looked at Blaine and showed his teeth. The guy cut the wheel to the left, trying to hit Blaine.

  Blaine wasn’t in the mood to play fucking games. He took out his gun and shot.

  The car moved to the right, off the road. Blaine shot out the back tire and the car skidded. They worked together and got the guy to stop the car. He then grabbed at his shoulder as Blaine opened the door. He grabbed the guy by the neck and threw him to the ground.

  He stepped on the guy’s shoulder, making him scream.

  “Fucking asshole,” Blaine said. “You running with Vin?”

  “Fuck you,” the man growled.

  “Lift his shirt,” Blaine said to Erik.

  Erik grabbed the bottom of the guy’s shirt and lifted it up. There were black spots all over his body. They were covered up tats. From all the crews he had worked with.

  There was a fresh tat on his flabby skin, left side of his ribs.

  Eight Under.

  “Goddammit,” Erik said.

  “Pop the trunk,” Miller said.

  The trunk popped open when Landon pulled the lever in the car. Blaine watched it open and saw the look on Gaige’s face.

  “Holy fuck,” Gaige said.

  “Guns?” Blaine asked.

  “No. Women.”

  Blaine rushed to the back of the car and did a double take. There were three women in the trunk. Strippers. All three of them Blaine recognized. They were alive. Their hands tied, mouths taped.

  Blaine hurried to free the women. He helped them out of the trunk. They all clung to him, the smell of the fruity and sexy perfume shooting straight up his nose.

  “What the hell happened?” he asked Amber.

  She blinked fast. “They attacked the club.”

  “Police?” Miller asked.


  “No,” Amber said. “Bikers. Back door. They just stood there. Then a guy in a suit ordered the three of us to come with him. He tied us up and put us in the trunk.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Blaine said. He touched Amber’s face. “I’m so sorry, beautiful.”

  Danielle grabbed at Blaine’s arm. “You saved us. You protected us.”

  He looked at the women and knew what his reward was going to be. He could fill every hole for hours on these women and they would still be begging for more. Saving them meant never a need to pay for them again. Tits, ass, pussy, all for the taking.

  Blaine stepped back. He put a hand to Amber’s flat stomach. “Just hang here. We’ll get you a ride back.”

  “Then I’m going to ride you,” Amber said.

  “And I’ll ride your face,” Danielle said. “You love that, right?”

  Blaine turned and shook his head. Could romance take care of all temptation? Because it seemed to be happening.

  “Runner!” Gaige yelled.

  Blaine spun and saw the driver on his feet, trying to run. He lifted his gun and shot once, hitting the guy in the neck. His head snapped to the left, his legs stumbled like goo to the right, and then he was on the ground, dead.

  “Fuck!” Miller growled. “We needed information, Blaine.”

  Blaine didn’t give a shit.

  “Wait a second,” Landon said. “We have something here.”

  There was a piece of paper on the passenger seat of the car. It was a scribbled note, like a reminder.

  Three girls. Rust car. North to the dessert. BDD ties.

  “He wrote down his orders,” Gaige said.

  “Fuck,” Blaine said. “I shouldn’t have shot him. I’m so sorry, guys. Those strippers… that pussy… my head and heart…”

  “Jesus,” Miller said. “You’re falling in love with Jessa.”

  “How touching,” Erik said.

  “Wait,” Gaige said. “Look at this.”

  On the back of the paper was another handwritten note.

  Brown wagon. From the south. Cash under the seat. Guns in the trunk. Dress casual.

  “He was the runner for the guns,” Miller said.

  Everyone fell silent.

  Blaine rubbed his chin. “That means the car will be just waiting there. From the south.”

  “What do we do?” Nate asked.

  “Steal the car,” Miller said. “Cash and guns. Cartel will have different drop points. The car moves, stops, drops the cash. Then it keeps moving. We get the car and just drive it away. Then we have Vin by the balls. He’ll have to face the cartel on his own.”

  “And this mess?” Gaige asked.

  “Bury the guy. Hide the car.” Miller looked back at the women. “Call a prospect to get these strippers a ride back. We have to go to the strip club and settle this.”

  “You going to be able to handle that?” Gaige asked Blaine.

  “Fuck me,” Blaine groaned.

  Miller slapped Blaine on the back. “Let’s go, brother. The first time you’ll ever come and go from a strip club and smell like pussy and hand lotion.”

  Everyone laughed.

  Except Blaine.

  twenty-nine.

  The baby was growing and kicking. Well, maybe not full kicking, but there were movements. Jessa was starting to show without being able to hide it. That made work a little bit uncomfortable. The gossip worked its way around and out of the office, as expected. There were stories floating around, but when Blaine showed up one day to pick Jessa up, it seemed to shut everyone up.

  Truthfully, as crazy as Blaine was, nobody could possibly resist him.

  There was something building up within the MC. Jessa watched it from the sidelines, waiting for it all to explode. They were all patient though. There were nights when Blaine left at like two in the morning and didn’t come back until sunrise, covered in blood and dirt. He’d burn his clothes, shower, and go right back at it.

  The only thing he told Jessa was that he was keeping things on a level playing field.

  One night after closing the office, Jessa left to find Blaine waiting outside.

  He was holding a rose and stood there like an outlaw dream. He was thick with muscle, thicker with cock, and even more with his heat.

  “What are you doing here?” Jessa asked.

  “I’m taking a night off. I want to talk to you. Your place?”

  “Sure.”

  They got to Jessa’s apartment. Blaine made her wait at the door while he checked the entire place. Jessa hated it but understood it.

  “Want to tell me why you had to do that?” Jessa asked.

  “You know why,” Blaine said. “It’s getting heated.”

  “I can see that.”

  “We’re close though,” Blaine said.

  “Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

  “The reason why I haven’t…” Blaine ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. If you don’t know, you don’t have to lie.”

  “Lie?”

  “If something happens.”

  “Like?”

  “Christ, sweetheart. If you get kidnapped.”

  Jessa sucked in a breath. “What?”

  “If you were taken and you were questioned…”

  “You’re starting to freak me out, Blaine.”

  Blaine pressed his body to Jessa’s, pinning her against the counter. “That’s why I’m here. You need to take some time off work again. Blame it on the baby.”

  “That’s bad karma.”

  “Fuck karma,” Blaine said. “I control my fate. My destiny.” Blaine stroked Jessa’s cheek. “Understand?”

  “You’re going to come to the clubhouse and wait.”

  “How long?”

  “Not long, sweetheart. They’re moving guns, okay? That’s how Vin is staying alive. We’re going to get the guns and cut Vin off. That puts heat on him from his source. It’s a dangerous situation and everyone we love and care about has to be accounted for. When the smoke clears, Vin will be gone.”

  “You’re going to kill him.”

  “Yes.”

  Jessa swallowed hard. “Good.”

  “It’ll be over soon. Then you can have our baby and we can be happy.”

  “Are we happy now?”

  Blaine’s lips flirted with Jessa’s. “Yeah, we are.”

  “I want you, Blaine. Right now.”

  Blaine smiled. “Don’t worry, I planned on it. I want to hear you fucking scream.”

  Blaine knew just how to do that.

  He stripped Jessa naked right there in the kitchen. He sat her on the counter and dropped down between her legs. Everything happened so fast Jessa couldn’t believe her eyes or body. The first flicker of his tongue was more than enough. Her legs trembled as she felt a wild rush from deep within her core.

  Blaine then gently kissed her folds and looked up at her. His eyes were like a deadly rattlesnake. He was terrifying and sexy all at the same time.

  When he tasted her again, she grabbed the edge of the counter. His tongue moved fast and with purpose. The tip of his tongue cut up and down, but when he applied pressure to her clit that was it. Jessa didn’t care how fast she came, it was Blaine’s fault anyway.

  As she started to climax, Blaine pulled away. He stood up and faced Jessa as her body pulsed.

  “Fuck…”

  Blaine grabbed her left hand and placed it between her legs. “You do it. You feel it.”

  “Shit,” Jessa whispered.

  Blaine curled his fingers around Jessa’s. She moved her fingers at her center, her eyes staring at Blaine. Her body raged with fire and raged with pleasure. Her toes curled as her hips kept rocking, the pleasure not stopping.

  “God, I fucking love you,” Blaine growled.

  He then lifted Jessa and carried her to her bedroom.

  The second he entered her with his thick cock, Jessa reached back for the headboard and let out a cry. She was full, achy, and starting to come again. She arched her chest
and felt Blaine’s mouth devour her neck, her chest, everywhere.

  There were two sides to Blaine. The first was the raging outlaw side. The side that grabbed her hips, spun her to the side, and pounded her. His left hand holding her breast tight. His right hand gripped tight to her ass, his fingertips playing somewhere dangerous yet exciting.

  Then there was a different side.

  Blaine pulling out of her and slithering down. The wild sex instantly calming as he kissed over her round belly. His hands at her sides, everything becoming so tender. The tip of his nose touching the nub of her clit, for a split second, as he then drew a straight line up her body. His mouth slowly engulfing her left breast, sucking soft and then hard, to the point of Jessa hissing. He pulled away with a pop sound and then stared down at her.

  He waited and Jessa reached down, her hand gripping his cock. He was wet and smooth, thick and full. She stroked him over and over, feeling every inch of his cock. The steely definition tempted her in wild ways. She then caught herself sitting up, wanting to take control. She put her hand to his chest and pushed, forcing him back.

  It was her turn to taste him.

  “Be careful,” Blaine warned.

  “Try me,” Jessa whispered.

  She slid her hand down to the root of his cock and held tight. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick as she stared at him. He gritted his teeth and groaned. She knew he was close. That was good. She wanted all of him.

  Her lips eased over his head and kept going. She didn’t stop there either. Moving as slow as she could, she took Blaine as deep as she could physically allow. Then she moved in reverse, just as slow.

  “Holy fuck,” Blaine growled.

  Jessa pulled off him and licked her lips. She went back down again. This time with more speed. Her tongue pressed hard to the bottom of his shaft and she sucked him. Her hair bounced all around. Her other hand squeezed and offered little jerks, anything to bring him to finishing. Blaine touched the back of her hair and started to thrust. They found a rhythm together, but that only lasted a short while.

  Blaine hissed and every beautiful muscle in his outlaw body flexed as he started to come.

  Jessa felt him inside her mouth, her warm reward for such hard work. She held steady for the first few pumps and then started to slowly slide up and down, not wanting to miss out on anything. She kept the same slow movement for at least another minute before pulling away.