They took the vote.
Instead of going headfirst and attacking Eight Under, they were going to work around it. They were going to get to the supply and work that way.
It was an insane risk.
It was a deadly risk.
It would probably hurt the MC’s reputation in town. It would make Ethan cream in his pants to take down a few of the members, too.
Miller smacked the gavel and the table started to clear out.
“Go see your woman,” Gaige said to Blaine.
“Yeah, right,” Blaine said.
The room cleared out and Blaine sat for another minute.
He definitely needed Jessa to get to safety. There was nothing he could do about it this second though. He needed to explain everything to her. Every detail and every reason why she had to get out of Frelen and get out of California.
But he couldn’t deal with Jessa with the way he felt. He stood up and grabbed at his jeans. He shook his head. There was no fucking way in hell he was going to jerk off in the clubhouse either. Not with all the women lingering around looking for some fun.
Plus, he owed nothing to Jessa. She owed nothing to him.
Blaine left the room and saw her sitting at the bar. She was drinking a bottle of water. Such a good girl princess… bitch… Her lips wrapping around the skinny top of the bottle. It made the blood rush fast through Blaine’s body. His jeans tightened as his cock started to fill.
To his right, he noticed a reliever eyeing him up. She was sitting in a chair, already halfway naked. He nodded to her and she grinned wide, rubbing her pointer finger to her bottom lip.
Sorry, Jessa, this isn’t personal. This is business.
***
“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.