Viper's Kiss (15 page)

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“
Shut
the door. On your knees.
”

Blaine backed up and opened his
jeans. He dropped them, letting his cock pop free. He gripped himself tight and
sat down on the bed.

“
Come
on, hurry the fuck up.
”

“
Want
me to strip?
”
the woman
asked.

“
The
only time I want to hear your voice is when your choking on my dick,
”
Blaine said.
“
Now.
”

He leaned back to his elbows,
releasing the hold on his cock.

The woman did as told, going to her
knees. Her left hand tried to wrap around his dick, pumping him. Her sloppy
mouth went right to work. Her tongue swirling around the head of Blaine
’
s cock. Flicking up and down,
making noises.

“
Come
on,
”
Blaine said.
“
Suck it. Hurry. I don
’
t have fucking time.
”

The woman moved over the top of his
dick and took him into her mouth. He groaned and put his head back. Her mouth
went down and back up. Down and back up.
Down and back up.

Blaine gritted his teeth and
thrust. The woman groaned.

“
Deeper,
”
Blaine ordered.

She pulled off him, stroked her
hand up and down, and went right back at him. Her mouth devouring his dick,
going to the hilt. Blaine hurried to put his hand to the back of her head and
held her there, thrusting up, grunting, wanting to just fucking come. He wanted
to fill her throat and then kick her out of the room.

The woman stayed there, groaning.
Her nails scratched at his legs and he released his grip. She pulled away and
let out a gasp. Her hand moved fast on his cock, squeezing tight at his tip.

“
Fuck,
”
Blaine said.

It felt good, yeah, but not great.

She went right back at him, sucking
him again. Moving faster, sloppier, her mouth endless and tight. She knew what
she was doing. That was for damn sure. She knew how to coax a dick into losing
it, but it just wasn
’
t
happening for Blaine.

He gritted his teeth harder,
thrusted at the woman
’
s
mouth harder. He watched his thick cock, glistening from her spit, sliding in
and out of her mouth. Over and over. Her tits bouncing in her skimpy top.

Blaine reached down and grabbed at
the woman
’
s shirt, lifting
it up. Her tits hung free, bouncing like crazy. He cupped her left breast. It
was fucking huge, her nipple thick and hard. He squeezed hard, pulling at her,
fucking her mouth harder.

He could feel it
…
right there
…
but it wouldn
’
t let go.

Because it
’
s not what he wanted.

The woman pulled off his cock, her
lips wet and pouty. She caught her breath again. Her hand stroked him fast. She
threw her hair back and put her other hand under her tits and pressed them
together rubbing them against Blaine
’
s
dick.

“
Yeah,
”
he said.
“
Come on. Yeah.
”

“
I
’
m ready for you,
”
she said.
“
I
’
m
so hungry.
”

“
Shut
up and suck.
”

She went down on Blaine again.

He heard a noise and looked to the
door.

The doorknob slowly turned and
opened.

“
Fuck,
”
he growled.
“
Jessa
…”

eighteen.

Jessa finished her water and looked
over her shoulder. The door to the room was slightly open. The meeting - or
whatever it was - was over. She stood up and looked around the bar. The other
guys were in the clubhouse. A couple standing at a pool table with a map on it,
pointing to different things. Other guys were drinking. Flirting with women.

No sign of Blaine though.

“
You
need anything?
”

Jessa turned and saw the guy that
Blaine had given a gun to.

“
Uh,
yeah. Where
’
s Blaine
’
s room? My stomach isn
’
t feeling well.
”

Jessa had an idea of where Blaine
was.

Would he really be that much of an
asshole to fuck another woman while she was there? Then again, why not? It wasn
’
t like he and Jessa were dating
or something. He was trying to keep her alive. What he didn
’
t know was that he wasn
’
t just keeping her alive, but he
was also keeping his unborn child alive.

“
Uh
…
I
’
m
not so sure
…”

Jessa stared at the young man. His
leather cut was all black. He didn
’
t
have the patches like the other guys did. So that meant he wasn
’
t a real member. Probably
someone trying to earn his way in.

Then she noticed the gun just
sitting on the bar.

This guy was really stupid.

“
Just
tell me,
”
she said.
“
I need to know.
”

The switch started to flip in Jessa
’
s mind. She felt herself getting
not only angry but suddenly protective. Like this demand in the back of her
mind to find Blaine. Then find out what he
’
s
doing. Who he was doing. Who was it? Was she taller? Skinnier?  Did she have
bigger boobs? Jessa knew she hadn
’
t
been blessed in that area, but she wasn
’
t
going to get implants. No. How she looked was how she looked. Deal with it.

Her hormones raged and the guy
behind the bar just stared at her.

“
You
know I can
’
t,
”
he said.

“
Then
I
’
m not sorry,
”
Jessa said.

She grabbed for the gun. She had
never touched a gun in her life. All she could go by was instinct and stuff she
saw in movies. She pointed the gun at the guy but didn
’
t put her finger near the trigger.

“
Holy
shit,
”
the guy said.

“
Now
tell me.
”

“
Look
at this,
”
someone said.

From the corner of her eye, Jessa
saw two of the guys from the room. One of them was named Gaige. The other guy
was tall, with a beard.

He said,
“
Should we get involved?
”

“
No,
”
Gaige said.
“
Let this play out.
”

“
Tell
me where his room is,
”
Jessa said.
“
Or I will kill
you.
”

Jessa had never said that to anyone
before in her life. This was what getting pregnant by a biker would do to a
person though.

The guy pointed and gave the
directions.

“
Can
I have the gun back?
”
the
guy asked.
“
If Blaine finds
out you took it, he
’
ll kill
me. For real.
”

Jessa put the gun on the bar and
made a line for the hallway.

Jealousy flared with anger as she
hurried toward the room. She knew what she was going to find yet she had to see
it for herself. It was so ridiculous though. It didn
’
t matter. Blaine was a free man. He could be a
badass outlaw and fuck any whore that would take it.

I want to be
…
that whore
…

Jessa shook the thought away. She
touched her stomach. This was about the baby. The baby Blaine didn
’
t know about. This was about
surviving Vin and having a baby.
With Blaine.

She rushed down another hallway,
remembering the guy
’
s
directions but also remembering when Blaine took her to his room the first time
she had been in the clubhouse. That
’
s
when he had kicked two almost naked women out of his room.

She got to the door and hesitated.

Slowly, she turned the knob.

As she opened the door, she pictured
herself giving birth. She then saw Blaine with one of the nurses, the woman
bent over, skirt up. Blaine fucking the nurse while Jessa was pushing his baby
out of her body.

Anger flowed even more freely.

She entered the room and froze when
she saw it.

A woman on her knees, between
Blaine
’
s legs. He was leaned
back, elbows on the bed. The woman was going to town on him. Her head and hair
bouncing all over the place.

Then Blaine spoke.

“
Fuck.
Jessa.
”

The woman pulled away.
“
My name
’
s not Jessa.
”

“
Mine
is,
”
Jessa said.

The women looked back. Her hand
held Blaine
’
s cock. It
drove Jessa mad to see.

“
Oh,
”
the woman said.
“
Is this yours? Sorry.
”

“
Whoa,
”
Blaine said.
“
Jessa
…
give me a second here.
”

“
No,
don
’
t worry about me,
”
Jessa said.
“
I have to talk to you about
something, but you finish. This is more important.
”

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
Blaine said.
“
You don
’
t
…”

“
Finish,
”
Jessa said and forced a smile.

She leaned against a dresser and
crossed her arms.

“
Yeah?
”
Blaine said.
“
That
’
s what you want? Fine.
”

Blaine grabbed the woman by the
hair and put her back to work.

Inside, Jessa screamed and gasped.
She had wanted Blaine to stand up, throw the woman out. But why would he? He
was Blaine? He was the ultimate asshole outlaw.

Blaine stared right at Jessa as the
woman continued to suck him.

The anger was still there, but then
something happened.

Jessa started to get turned on. She
liked watching this and didn
’
t
know why. Maybe because it was the craziest thing she
’
d ever done. She just pulled a gun on a person to
find a guy she liked who was getting a blow job from some strange woman.

How the fuck is that normal?

“
Yeah,
”
Blaine growled.
“
That
’
s good. Deep. Warm.
”

Jessa tried to keep a straight
face. She knew her cheeks were on fire though. Her knees were quivering and the
tingling feelings went right up her inner thighs. She couldn
’
t believe that she was actually
getting wet by all this.

The woman made a sound and Blaine
sucked in a breath.
“
Ah,
fuck
…
I
’
m right there
…”

Jessa
’
s
hands balled up tighter. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself. Well,
that was after punching Blaine in the mouth. She wished she could knock him
out. Tear him apart.

Blaine wrapped his hand around the
woman
’
s hair and hissed.

He
’
s coming
…

Jessa could see it in his eyes. She
saw his legs flexing and pumping. The woman jerked back a few times, slowing
down, groaning.

“
That
’
s right,
”
Blaine said.
“
Take
it all in, beautiful.
”

Jessa then saw the woman reach for
her own breast. She touched herself.

Again, no idea why, but it
triggered something in Jessa.

She jumped forward and grabbed a
handful of the woman
’
s
hair. Blaine let out a yell as Jessa pulled the woman away.

“
Whore,
”
Jessa growled.

She threw the woman back against
the dresser, her head slamming hard against it.

Jessa then swung a fist and smashed
the woman in the nose. The woman screamed. Jessa crouched, her adrenaline
pumping more than she could ever remember in her life, and she grabbed the
woman by the throat.

“
Open
your mouth,
”
Jessa said.
“
Now!
”

The woman opened her mouth. There
was still some of Blaine on her tongue.

“
Now
swallow,
”
Jessa said.

“
Hey,
sweetheart,
”
Blaine said.
“
What the hell are you doing?
”

Jessa ignored Blaine.

The woman listened to Jessa. Jessa
took her hand away from the woman
’
s
throat to let her swallow.

Jessa then stood up.
“
There. You fucking whore. That
’
s the last taste you ever get.
”

“
Bitch,
”
the woman whispered.

Jessa grabbed the woman by the hair
and started to pull. All hell broke loose as they clawed at each other.

Blaine got between them and ordered
the woman to leave the room. He helped her out and then shut the door and
locked it. He turned, his belt buckle still undone.

“
What
the fuck was that?
”
he
growled.
“
Who do you think
you are? You think you belong to me or something?
”

“
Why
her?
”
Jessa asked.
“
I was right there.
”

“
You
want to suck my dick? Then do it. Come on.
”

Blaine shoved his jeans back down.

His cock hung there, thick, full.

Was he ready again?

“
That
’
s what I thought,
”
Blaine said.
“
What we did
…
no. It doesn
’
t matter, sweetheart. I need to
take care of myself. That
’
s
all that was. I do what I have to do. I don
’
t
owe you a fucking thing. You owe me for saving your life. And I
’
m going to keep saving it. You
’
re on a flight out of here
tomorrow. It
’
s too
dangerous.
”

“
I
’
m not going anywhere,
”
Jessa said.

“
Why?
Because you
’
re jealous that
some woman is going to suck me off?
”

“
No.
”

“
Then
why?
”
Blaine yelled.
“
Give me one good reason why you
just did that
…
and why you
think you
’
re going to defy
me?
”

Jessa swallowed hard and felt the
words spill from her mouth.

“
Because
I
’
m fucking
pregnant
…
by
you.
”