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.”
nineteen.
Blaine heard the words as they bounced off his body.
For a minute there he thought he had hit the jackpot. Jessa watching him getting sucked off. Her presence was what finally let his body do its thing. Hell, he had planned on coming and then properly introducing Jessa and the woman. Then they could really have some fun. Shit, Jessa would look great between another woman’s legs, right?
But now…
“Pregnant?” Blaine asked. “How?”
“You fuck how many women a week? And you’re going to ask how I got pregnant? You fucked me!”
“I…” Blaine thought about it. He had gone inside her. Without anything on. “You told me…”
“I fucked up,” Jessa said. “Whoops.”
“Whoops?” Blaine growled. “You set me up. Is that what this is? A fucking set up? So I’d take care of you?”
Jessa gasped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Blaine looked at Jessa’s stomach. He shook his head. “Pregnant. A baby.”
“Yeah,” Jessa said. “I’m pregnant.”
“And you’re sure it’s mine.”
“Fuck you. I’m not like you.”
“Fuck me? You saw what I just did there. That woman can’t get pregnant when she’s swallowing it.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And what are you?” Blaine snapped. “You fucking come to me. You dig up the past. You fucking beg for it…” Blaine stepped toward Jessa. “You begged me to fuck you.”
Jessa swung and slapped Blaine.
Blaine’s head snapped to the side. His cheek stung. He’d had worse.
“Is that all you got?” Blaine asked. “Because I’ve got about five more women out there who are waiting for me.”
Jessa looked ready to hit him again. Instead, she darted toward the bathroom. The door shut and locked.
Blaine backed up and leaned against the dresser.
Pregnant? A baby?
He shook his head. He had no urge to have a family. Not after what happened. It was easier to live with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Having a baby meant…it meant love. It meant protection. It meant innocence.
Blaine looked at the bathroom door.