Viper's Kiss

by London Casey

  Jett closed in on her again. He put his hands to the railing and stood there. He looked down at her. His eyes were on fire but had a hint of sympathy.

  “I remember everything,” she whispered. “Okay? Everything. From the time I could remember up until… whatever…”

  “So the blood…”

  “I know whose it is.”

  “Husband?” Jett asked.

  “No.”

  “Boyfriend?”

  “Sort of.”

  “We better go back inside and start talking.”

  seven.

  Jett sat on the end of the bed and rested his elbows on his legs. He watched a beautiful woman pacing back and forth, divulging some deep secrets, looking more and more scared by the second. She played with her hands. She played with her hair. Sometimes she stood with her back to Jett.

  But it was pretty simple.

  She stabbed her boyfriend, Victor, who was some connected guy with ties that ran down through California into Mexico and right back up into Vegas. None of it was a big shock to Jett. He knew how families worked. Fuck, he had been born into one and suffered through the murder of his mother by his father. All part of the family though.

  “You stabbed him,” Jett said when Lena took a breath.

  She turned and faced Jett. “Yeah.”

  “That’s fucking crazy.”

  “I had a plan though. To do it and run. But he was always a step ahead…”

  “You still got him though.”

  “I stabbed him while trying to get away from him and one of his guys. I stabbed Victor and then the guy hit me.”

  Jett felt his heart twist and burn. “Some guy hit you?”

  “Yeah. That’s what knocked me out.”

  “Someone fucking hit you. And then just threw you over my ride.”

  “Yeah. Sorry I’m not something better.”

  Jett sighed and rubbed his chin. Miller wanted this chick gone. Hell, under any normal circumstance, Lena would have been long gone by now. Especially since the memory thing was a complete fucking joke. A total lie.

  “So what do I do now?” Jett asked.

  “Let me go then,” Lena said. “Let me just… figure it out. Without any heat on you.”

  “Throw you out there?” Jett asked. “Right into danger? This guy will kill you. Unless you’ve already killed him. If you did, he’ll have guys coming for you. Fuck, beautiful, I’m…”

  “Then why?” Lena asked. “Just tell me why. What are you thinking right now?”

  Jett reached forward and grabbed the top of Lena’s jeans and pulled. “I’m thinking about last night. And I want more of that. Then we can figure out a plan together. Because if you go and get caught…”

  “What?”

  Jett swallowed. “How do I know you won’t bring heat on the MC? Your boyfriend wants to come after us already, right? Face it, beautiful, we could maybe use you right here. Have you fuck with him for our benefit.”

  “And, what, hold me hostage?”

  “Whatever it takes. You think some guys in suits are bad? You think some guys paid to kill people are bad? You don’t know what you’ve stumbled across with Back Down Devil MC. Nobody fucks with us. Not with the war brewing outside right now.”

  Jett liked having this kind of power. More so, he liked his hand holding Lena’s jeans. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted everything again. So he decided to just fucking take it.

  His hands slid up the shirt Lena wore. The shirt was Jett’s, but it looked better on Lena. She didn’t stop him as his hands moved over her breasts. Her bare and beautiful breasts. The stiffness of her nipples to his touch. Her face started to flush and she swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing.

  “Let go,” Jett said. “Right now.”

  “Or what? You going to hurt me?”

  Jett shook his head. “Is that what you’re used to? Always getting hurt? You’re not going to get hurt here with me. But that doesn’t mean shit, when hell is waiting to crash through the door. All we have are seconds. That’s what I look at. Right now, the seconds are wasting.”

  “Because I’m not fucking you?” Lena asked.

  Jett slid his hands from Lena’s breasts to her back. “Then what you want me to do? Take you out on a date? Ask your mother for permission to kiss you?”

  Lena leaned into Jett and put her knees on the bed. “No. Make me feel alive again, Jett. Just like last night…”

  Jett hurried his hands down to Lena’s jeans and opened them.

  Make me feel alive again… fucking right, beautiful. You’re going to make me feel again, too.

  Keeping to his word, Jett tore Lena’s jeans and panties down, not wasting anymore time. She kicked out of her pants and panties, but the long, black t-shirt covered everything up. It was extremely seductive. But as Jett started to touch her legs, his fingertips aching to feel the silky smoothness of her sex, Lena swatted his hands away.

  “I want to see,” she whispered. “Everything this time.”

  Jett didn’t realize exactly what Lena meant at first, but the second her hands sliced to the inside of his leather cut, he knew what she wanted. Jett took off his leather cut and threw it to the floor. Her little fingers then tore at the bottom of his shirt, demanding it up and off. Jett didn’t mind the feeling of all this right now. Lena threw his shirt across the room. Her hands were eager to touch his wide shoulders. Her eyes wide as she moved down his chest. Her fingernails dug a little, making him tingle and ache in his pants.

  As Jett leaned back, Lena’s hand touched between his legs. She cupped and pressed at his cock inside his jeans. She opened his jeans and slipped a hand inside, fingers touching at his hard, twisted cock. Lena pulled Jett from his jeans and let out a groan. Her hand wrapped tight around the root of his cock. That’s when her eyes and mouth made a line right for him.

  Lena dropped to her knees. Using her free hand, she moved her hair behind her ear and then quickly put her sweet little lips to Jett’s cock. She looked up at him as her mouth opened, taking him inside. Jett let out a relieving hiss as he watched Lena really try and take him all in. Her gave her credit for getting more than halfway down his shaft before pulling back. She came off his cock and then hurried to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock. She did it a few times and then came right back down on him. Her mouth was as good as her pussy. The way she could move her tongue was perfect. Not to mention the way she used her eyes. Looking at him. Looking sweet yet seductive.

  Jett reached down and curled his fingers tight around her hair. He swallowed and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do but had no choice to do it. He pulled at Lena, pulling that dirty mouth of hers off his thickness.

  “Fuck, beautiful, you want to fuck it or swallow it?” he asked.

  Before Lena could answer, Jett slid his hand down to her back and started to curl around the shirt she wore. He pulled, wanting it the fuck off.

  Lena wiggled away and stood up. Jett reached down and touched his own cock. He slid his hand up and down once, feeling the wet smoothness on his cock thanks to Lena’s mouth and tongue. He was already halfway ready to explode.

  Lena grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She was completely fucking naked now, those slender shoulders, perfect tits, rosy nipples, and the curve of her hips, perfect for holding in place.

  Lena scratched at his legs as she climbed back on him. She scratched up his stomach and to his chest. She hovered over him, those fucking tits dangling right in his face. Jett reached up and cupped her left breast tight and pulled, bringing Lena down as he brought his mouth up. He was hungry and his tongue was wild to play with her hard nipple. Circling, darting, then engulfing her breast with his mouth. Sucking hard, bringing Lena to a small cry.

  Jett then felt Lena touch his cock. She used her hand again, but now she was pushing him down, sliding him along her wetness. When the tip of his cock touched her center, he growled and fought the urge to thrust up.<
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  He opened his mouth and put his hand to the back of her head and made Lena look at him.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he growled.

  “I’m good,” Lena said. “You don’t need anything.”

  “Bareback with me? You trust me?”

  “What if I just don’t care anymore. What if I’m that desperate?”

  Jett grinned. “Then you’re going to fucking need this for the rest of your life.”

  Jett slapped at Lena’s ass and pulled. He brought her tight pussy down hard on his cock. He tried to thrust up, battling her body. Lena came down and kissed him, her tongue killer sloppy but delicious. She let out a groan and cry, whimpering with each inch Jett had to offer her. And the best part was Jett kept his hand at her lower back, making Lena be the one to come down on him.

  Once he was fully inside her, Jett then gripped her at her waist. He pulled and pushed gently, rocking her body back and forth. Feeling the tightness of her pussy, stretching her, that pulsing and gripping feeling against his own cock, making him growl as he fought the urge to come inside her so quickly.

  Lena opened her mouth and kept it close to Jett’s mouth. She started to lift her body, breathing heavy as she did so. When she lowered herself a second time she began to shudder. Forget breathing, Lena started to cry out when Jett forced her back up and right back down. It took just a few more thorough pumps of Lena’s beautiful body to make her start to climax. That wild clenching feeling easily got the best of Jett as he felt his body tightening and ready to explode.

  “Fuck,” he groaned and slipped a hand behind Lena’s neck. He held her tight as she worked herself up and down on him in a perfect motion. “Are you fucking guilty of anything?”

  “What?” Lena asked, still breathless.

  Jett gritted his teeth as the sensitive head of his cock throbbed, desperate to let go. “Just answer me. Before I stick my neck out for you. Are you guilty of anything?”

  “Jett, fuck,” Lena groaned. “I’m so full… I can’t…”

  Jett slapped his other hand to Lena’s ass and held her tight to his body. She let out a deep moan and her body shook.

  “Answer me.”

  “No,” Lena yelled. “Fuck, no. I’ve done nothing wrong. Other than getting in involved with him. That’s it. Okay? I swear.”

  “Good,” Jett said. He slipped his hand to the small of Lena’s back and spread his fingers wide. “Now finish me.”

  Lena whimpered again and started to lift and lower herself. Hard, fast, perfect. It took no more than a minute for Lena to bring Jett to climax. And when she did, she kept going. Fucking him, up and down, so fucking fast. Riding him through his entire orgasm, pumping all of him deep into her body.

  When Jett was done, he worked himself back to a seated position and wrapped his arms around Lena’s body.

  He kissed her neck and then looked up at her. “If you fuck me over, I’ll kill you. I’m helping you because I get the family shit. I went through it all. The MC is my life and my home. And if that shit is hurting you, trying to kill you, I’m willing to help.” Jett slid his hand up to Lena’s hair. “And I want to fucking beat the shit out of whoever knocked you out.”

  Lena looked down at him and smiled.

  She had a beautiful smile. And something told Jett that she hadn’t smiled in a long time.

  Yeah, I know the feeling, beautiful…

  *

  Jett spotted Miller as he spoke with Gaige and Griffin. They were next to a pool table and their hands were going in all directions. Obviously talking about Erik, the bombing, and a local businessman stalking the MC, Mr. Strokner. There was tension all around, yet for Jett, he wasn’t sure exactly what he felt. He knew the risk of stepping too far ahead of a situation. It was his one fatal flaw, looking for someone to fill the void in his heart. Did Ada do that? Fuck no. But she shouldn’t have been killed. Not for retaliation on Jett and Back Down Devil MC.

  That was the peril for any woman who took a chance and walked through the clubhouse doors to be with one of the guys. Not that Jett was with Lena or whatever, it was just something that flickered in the back of Jett’s mind. The right thing would be to get her some real help. Get her out of the clubhouse and somewhere safe. Jett could make a few phone calls and find out who Victor was and what kind of pull he had within the family.

  When Miller saw Jett, he stopped talking and gave a wave for Jett to join them.

  “Just figuring some things out,” Griffin said. “Keeping our eyes open.”

  “Think anything else will happen?” Jett asked.

  “Never know,” Gaige said. “You know how it goes out there. We had no idea that the bombing was going to happen, right?”

  “True,” Jett said. “Eight Under? Coast Road? Outside that…?”

  “We keep our guard up,” Miller said. “Jett, you take care of that thing?”

  “Not really, Miller,” Jett admitted.

  Miller stood and flexed his fists. “What did I tell you to do? We don’t need…”

  “She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said, drumming up the same lie Lena had given to him.

  “What?” Gaige asked. “Is this about that woman?”

  “Yeah,” Jett said. “She’s connected though, okay? There’s something there. If I take her to the police, what happens? There’s blood on her shirt. There was blood on my ride. It’s…”

  “Why’d you bring her back here?” Griffin asked.

  Jett looked at Griffin. “I didn’t know if it was a sign or not, having her on my ride. And I couldn’t dump her because cops were on the way. Do I need to fucking explain this again?”

  “Maybe you do,” Miller said. “Since I gave you an order…”

  “She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said.

  “She’s faking,” Gaige said. “Simple move.”

  Jett curled his lip. “Whatever, man. I’m just trying to help her. I’m trying to keep heat off the club. If I throw her out there…”

  “You’re hitting it,” Griffin it. “That’s what it is. You’re hitting it hard.”

  “Fuck off,” Jett said.

  “So what are you going to do?” Miller asked. “Keep her in the bed? Let her regain her memory? Then what? Save her?”

  “If she’s here and she’s connected, then we may have some more eyes on us.”

  “Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

  Jett stood defiant. “Let me handle this.”

  “You want it, you got it,” Miller said. “But if anything happens, Jett…”

  Jett turned and walked to the bar. He didn’t need to hear anything else. If Lena was going to crash for a little while, it left Jett feeling okay. It left him hopeful; something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

  eight.

  Lena dried her hair and pulled her hair to one side of her head. She wiped the mirror with her hand and looked at herself. Her body was still tingling because of Jett. Her toes were slightly curled, thinking about stuff that didn’t matter. Stuff like being able to fuck Jett all the time. Stuff like him and her going out, and her climbing on the back of his motorcycle, and going for a ride together. Maybe to the beach. Maybe for something to eat. Maybe to find a ridge somewhere and just sit and waste time.

  But their lives would never allow it.

  It was obvious the entire club was on some kind of edge. Lena had picked that up several times so far since her arrival. The guys were in constant movement, sometimes talking, sometimes yelling. They were drinking, forceful partying, fucking anything with a pussy, and always coming and going. They were preparing for something big and something dangerous. All of it made Lena feel more uneasy than she normally did. Because she didn’t belong here.

  Jett told her he had convinced the President - Miller - and the rest of the guys that she couldn’t remember anything. It made the whole Blaine looking up her shirt thing worth while because he was able to vouch for it.

  The one thing about lying that Lena learned was that as fun as it se
emed, it was a terrible burden. It was too much memorizing. Too much to think about and too much to carry all the damn time. Plus, what did it matter if she was here? When Victor wanted her, he’d get her. If Victor was already dead and the family blamed Lena, an army would be sent out to find her. Ultimately, she was putting everyone in Back Down Devil MC in danger.

  Which left one choice.

  Run.

  Fucking run like hell.

  Sneak out the way Jett had showed her and then make a run for it. She knew how to steal a car, thanks to Victor. She could even steal a motorcycle, but she didn’t want to do that to the MC.

  Lena dressed in the same jeans and dug through Jett’s bag for a fresh shirt. All of his shirts were huge on her. The closet in the room had something a little more comfortable and it made Lena wonder just how in the hell clothes ended up in a random room in a MC clubhouse. Either way it was better than wearing a bloody shirt.

  She dug in Jett’s bag again and was able to find an empty envelope and a pencil. She quickly scribbled a note to Jett. Maybe she shouldn’t have even bothered with this much, but she fucking hated this. In her heart, she really wondered if she and Jett could have… been something.

  Jett -

  I can’t hurt you the way they all want to hurt me. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to be alive. To be looked at. To feel like I matter. But your life matters more than anything with me. Please be safe. Don’t look for me. I’ll be fine. And if I’m not fine, pretend I am.

  Lena

  Frowning, Lena put the note on the bed and hurried to the door. Any thoughts of regret or second chances were pushed aside. This was simply the right thing to do. The thing that needed to be done. For everyone. Hell, if Lena could get out of Frelen with her life, then she would even go as far to making a couple phone calls. Find out if Victor was dead and let the family know that she was gone. To take eyes off Frelen and make sure eyes were off Back Down Devil MC.

  Lena snuck down the hallway. She heard a few booming voices and looked over her shoulder. She took notice of Blaine and Gaige. They were in a heated conversation. Lena darted to the right and then found a door. She bit her lip and turned the knob. The door was unlocked. She opened it and found it was some kind of closet. And it stunk like dirt, sweat and body odor.