“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.”