She was fucking with him.
Miller grabbed Blaine’s shoulder. “Why do I keep getting the feeling that this is going to be big trouble.”
“Because it is,” Blaine said.
He walked from Miller and went to the pool table. Jessa stood there, grinning. Her eyes were eating Blaine alive. He saw the guys looking at him.
Get control of this…
Blaine reached into his pocket and took out three twenties. He threw it to the pool table. Then he grabbed Jessa by hooking his fingers through one of her belt loops. He pulled and she came flying right at him. Her back crashed to his chest. His other hand slid around and under her hoodie.
“Small tits?” Blaine growled. “Next person that says that gets a bullet between the eyes. This one is all mine. You don’t look at her. You don’t think about her. And if you have the balls to talk to her, you do it with goddamn respect.” Blaine felt his fingers touching Jessa’s bare belly. That smooth, warm skin. His hand turned and grabbed her hoodie and her shirt. Next thing he knew, he was tearing both up. “And look… they’re fucking amazing…”
Blaine lifted Jessa’s hoodie and shirt up. Of course she had to be wearing a red laced bra that hugged her small chest with perfection. Her tits were as beautiful as he remembered them all those years ago. Creamy, an exact handful for Blaine, pressing against her bra.
The guys started to whistle and cheer.
Blaine pulled Jessa’s hoodie down. He felt her try and wiggle, like she wanted to get away and attack him.
“Listen,” Blaine growled. “You fucking blow this and you're on your own.”
Blaine tugged at Jessa again and they started to walk back to the bar.
“Hey,” Jace said. He pointed to the money. “You keep that. You’ll need it for antibiotics if you spend the night with Blaine.”
They all laughed again.
“Fuck you all,” Blaine said. “I’m going to bang all your mothers and sisters at the same time.”
“My mother is dead,” Jace said.
“Like he would care,” Nate said.
Jessa then grabbed the money and stuck it in her back pocket and walked to the bar.
Blaine approached and sighed.
Their food was at least ready, along with fresh beer.
“What the fuck are you trying to prove?” Blaine growled. “Those guys…”
“Shut up, Blaine. I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of the night. I’m going to find a hotel and stay there.”
“No you’re not.”
“Oh, I’m not?”
Blaine looked at Jessa. “I just saved your ass. And you have my sixty dollars. I expect both in return. Tonight.”
“Please,” Jessa said. “I’m keeping both to myself.”
Blaine felt a roar in his throat. This woman was driving him insane. All he needed to do was put her in his room for the night. Then he could come back out and find a couple relievers to help him out and then sleep on a goddam pool table. It was better than dealing with Jessa and her temptation.
As Blaine thought about his plan, he saw Jessa look at her food as she ate. She ate it slow, her hands shaking. He saw her blinking fast, too.
She was really terrified.
She wiped the corner of her eye, trying to hide it.
Blaine had plenty of weaknesses in the world… beer, pussy, fighting, tits, all the normal stuff. But there was one other thing that cut through him.
A pretty woman crying.
Blaine put a hand to Jessa’s wrist. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get out of here.”
eight.
Jessa couldn’t believe what she was doing.
On the back of a motorcycle. Her hands gripped tight to Blaine’s leather cut. Her body shivering with fear because she had never been on a motorcycle before.
Well, okay, she had been on a motorcycle once before. And that too was with Blaine. He had been working a case and picked up a stolen motorcycle. He kept it for a couple days to play with. He had been giving Meghan and Janey rides. Meghan flipped when he took Janey for a ride. But Janey looked so cute putting a helmet on, sitting on the back of a motorcycle, holding onto Blaine. Something about the image just stuck with Jessa. No matter how cold and callus he seemed to be, he really cared about Janey.
Then he asked Jessa to go for a ride. They had that moment again… looking at each other, sly side smiles. Silent flirting. Such stupid stuff considering Jessa’s best friend had been standing right next to them. Jessa couldn’t resist Blaine’s offer then. So she got on the back of the motorcycle. He hit the throttle and they took off down the road. Jessa remembered her hands sliding around his body, hugging tighter as they went faster. She hated the feeling. She hated that being that close to Blaine was turning her on. Because of Meghan.