He was fucking livid. Yet somewhere inside him he was… thrilled.
He shut his eyes. He pictured Jessa with a swollen belly. Her tits would do the same, right? They’d fill with milk for the baby. Her body would change. Those wide hips would look sexier. She’d need him for everything. All her aches, pains, needs, pleasures… they were his.
The sick fantasy he had of Miller’s woman, Ella - since she was still breastfeeding her baby - was coming true for himself now. He’d have his own…
“Stop,” Blaine whispered.
He stepped forward. He looked to the bedroom door. He could split right now.
Or he could go to the bathroom and figure this out with Jessa.
The asshole in him wanted to send her packing. It would be an easier life for herself and for the kid if they knew nothing about him. But a dead spot in his heart started to scratch back to life. Not to replace all he lost, but maybe to remind him of what it was like to love.
So Blaine stood there, stuck between heaven, hell, and his own goddamn life.
This was going to be a huge kink in what the MC needed to do about Vin and Eight Under MC. Not to mention Ethan breathing down their necks.
Blaine walked to the bathroom door. “Open up.”
“No,” Jessa said.
“This is my fucking room, sweetheart. And my club.”
“Break the door down.”
Blaine lifted his foot and kicked. The door exploded open as Jessa jumped up on the bathroom sink. Tears streaked down her face as she stared at Blaine.
“You told me to do it,” Blaine said.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Jessa asked.
She touched her stomach.
She was terrified.
“What do you mean?”
“Am I keeping it?”
“What?” Blaine asked. “There’s no other option. Jesus Christ, Jessa. Why…”
“Look at this!” Jessa yelled. “I’m in the bathroom of a MC clubhouse with my best friend’s fiancée. Whom, by the way, I had sex with and he got me pregnant. Oh, and if that’s not enough, there’s a guy trying to kill me.”
“It could be worse.”
“How?”
“You could have gotten knocked up by someone ugly.”
Jessa shook her head. “I hate you, Blaine. With all my heart.”
Blaine inched closer to Jessa. “Good. Hate is going to get you through all this. Because outside it’s going to get bloody. We’re going to take down Vin. And I’ll keep you safe.” Blaine put a hand to Jessa’s stomach. “The baby, too. Nothing will happen to you.”
Jessa blinked as tears fell again. “Blaine…”
“Listen to me right now. I’m saying this once. You’re pregnant with my child. I’m a ruthless piece of shit outlaw. I should have had a bullet in my head years ago. I gave up my leather cut for weeks because of you. Because you brought some truth out of me I didn’t think I cared about. The club voted on whether to strip my patch or not. They kept me around. Why? They’re my family. And now, so are you. You’re my family, Jessa. Whether you like it or not. And you’re pregnant which means you’re off limits. Nobody touches you but me.”
“What about you? You just get to fuck anything you want?”
“That shouldn’t matter as long as I’m fucking you.”
“That’s not a romantic answer.”
“You want romantic?” Blaine laughed. “Then you shouldn’t have let me come inside you, sweetheart.”
Blaine put his other hand to the back of Jessa’s neck and pulled her close. Their noses touched for a second and then he kissed her.
Everything about it was wrong. But Jessa didn’t pull away. Blaine knew she wouldn’t push him away. She wanted it. She ached for it. And eventually she would just admit it. Soon they would have to figure out the past and how to get over everything to move forward. Whether Jessa liked it or not, Blaine knew he was right. She wouldn’t fuck around with other guys. Not while pregnant with his child. Any guy that came within a few feet of Jessa, Blaine would personally rip their dick off and cram it up their ass.
Bottom line.
And over the course the next nine months (and then some) Jessa would need proper attention.
Blaine’s hand moved to her cheek and wiped away her tears. His other hand inched down from her belly to between her legs. His strong fingers pressed against her pussy, over her jeans. He felt her jump and groan.
Blaine kissed her ear. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me that made you wet. Watching that whore suck me off?”
“I wished it was me,” Jessa said.
Blaine grinned. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that.” Blaine put both hands to her lower back. He pulled from her sink. “But I’m going to get mine first. Remember, sweetheart, you’re family now.”
Blaine never let anyone inside. Nobody was considered family unless they wore a Back Down Devil MC cut. But Jessa was going to give Blaine a child.
He took her to the bed and lifted her shirt up. His hands touched her stomach. That flat and sexy stomach was going to get full soon. And that was only going to make Jessa look even more beautiful. All that she was about to give him.