“No, sweetheart, right now. Take a sick day. Right now. You’re sick.”
No, Blaine, I’m pregnant.
“Just come in my office.”
Jessa shut the door and asked, “How did you find me?”
“I have ways,” Blaine said. “That doesn’t matter. You’re a doctor?”
“Veterinarian,” Jessa said. “Was going to become a doctor but after what I saw… I couldn’t do anything with people again.”
Blaine leaned against her desk. He acted like he owned the place. She hated the way he made her feel on the inside.
“Vin isn’t dead.”
“What?”
“Vin… isn’t dead.”
Jessa gasped. “Who told you that?”
“I didn’t need anyone to tell me. I fucking saw him with my own eyes.”
“Jesus, no,” Jessa said. “You said he was dead.”
“My information was fucked. Vin is back and powerful, sweetheart. You have to leave right now and come with me. You’re safe at the clubhouse and with me.”
“I have a job here,” Jessa said.
Blaine pushed from the desk. “You won’t have a job when you’re dead.” He got closer to her. “You seem different than last time.”
Jessa opened her mouth. This was the moment. The right time. The now.
Instead, she said. “Because I’m not swayed by your bullshit.”
Blaine smiled. “You’re still sexy as hell though.” He touched her cheek. “You have to come with me. I’ll drag you out of here in front of everyone.”
“What do I say? I have patients…”
“What? The Shepard out there is going to write a bad review online?”
“Don’t be an asshole about my job. At least I don’t kill people.”
“I’m trying to save one right now,” Blaine said with a growl.
Jessa shuddered. She hated that he was so fucking sexy. She hated even more that she had seen him naked and felt all of him. Her mind wouldn’t stop replaying the images in her mind.
“Blaine, I have to talk to you…”
“Not right now,” Blaine said. He grabbed her arm. “We’re leaving. You can pack a couple bags and then you’re gone. Do you have any commitments here?”
“No,” Jessa said. “Just my job.”
“Okay. You leave with me and then when we get to the clubhouse you can call whoever you need to. I don’t care what you say. You just can’t be alone.”
Jessa got close to Blaine. “He’s really alive?”
“I saw him. He’s been funding another MC to come after us. Shit got bad after you left, sweetheart. Between everything that went down…”
“No,” Jessa said. She touched Blaine’s chest, inside his cut, feeling the perfect muscular shape of his chest. “Don’t talk about what happened.”
“He’s going to come after the club hard. He’ll want you dead too. I’m going to protect you.”
“Why?”
Blaine touched her face. “Because I caused all this. And I couldn’t save them. This time, I’ll die trying.”
Jessa’s body was out of control. Her hormones were changing by the second, or so it felt. Her mind and heart couldn’t figure out what the hell they wanted. Next thing she knew she was on her toes and pressing her lips to Blaine’s.
He broke the kiss a second later and groaned. “Sweetheart. Let me get you to safety before we start making bad decisions again.”
Jessa touched her stomach.
Bad decisions… right…
seventeen.
Blaine had a hand to Jessa’s lower back. He reached for the bar and grabbed a shot of whiskey. It burned the entire way down, but nowhere near as much as his hand burned by touching Jessa. Even through her goddamn shirt. All he could picture was touching her bare skin, right there, pulling at her as he thrust deep into her sweet cave. Going deep, ripping her open in ways she never had experienced before. The taste of her honey was still lingering, which was impossible. The feel of her perky little nipples rolling between his teeth.
Focus, brother, focus.
Blaine pointed to the prospect behind the bar. “She gets whatever she wants. Drink. Food. I don’t care. If anyone looks at her, you tell them to fuck off. Anyone comes within ten feet of her, you shoot them.”
“I don’t have a gun,” the prospect said.
Blaine reached behind him and took out a gun. “Now you do.”
“Blaine,” Jessa said.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. These guys get drunk and rowdy.”
“Like you?” she asked.
“Just like me. And if someone like me is going to approach you, they need to be shot. You’ve been through enough for now. Eat and drink. Relax. You’re not going anywhere tonight. You’re all mine.”
Blaine saw Jessa’s eyes light up. He hurried to back away from the bar. He couldn’t have this temptation bothering him.
Before pleasure or regret… there was business.
Blaine went into the room and it was yet again a full table. He took his seat and looked right at Gaige. Then he looked away.
“What’s wrong?” Trev asked. “No pussy jokes today?”
“Haven’t had any yet,” Blaine said.
“What?” Jace asked. “You… none… it might snow tonight.”
Everyone laughed.
“Fuck yourself, Jace,” Blaine said. “If I get desperate I know where your mother lives.”
“Yeah?” Jace asked. “Yeah?”