“That’s true,” Blaine said. “I wanted to kill that night. Everything had gone wrong. Vin knew something was happening. The bust went south. Everyone started shooting at each other. I hid and each time I tried to get out of there, there were more bullets. I was the one being set up. I let my mind slip for a minute. I started to see things from both sides. It fucked with me.”
“I showed up,” Jessa said. “I was so scared for them. I remembered what you said to do. To get them to safety. Fuck their clothes. Fuck their everything. Just make sure Janey had her horse…”
“You remember that thing?” Blaine asked. “That little blue horse. I got that for her when she was five. I gave it to her when I took Meghan out. Janey hated being away from Meghan. So I got them each a horse. So when Janey missed her mom, she could look at the horse and know they were close. I had her convinced it had magic powers and shit.”
“That’s so sweet.”
Blaine blinked fast. “Yeah. Meghan tossed hers. But Janey kept her horse. Even when she was a little too old for a stuffed animal, she still had it. That’s all I wanted was for her to have that when they fled.”
Jessa put a hand to Blaine’s neck and clawed at him. “I walked in and they were dead, Blaine. They were shot to death. I just have to say it to you. They were fucking shot… and Vin stood there. He looked at me and he hesitated for like two seconds. He was surprised I was there. Then he lifted the gun. He was going to kill me. So I ran. I hid. I survived.” Jessa had her cheek next to Blaine’s. She took a breath. “I survived, Blaine. But you know what? It doesn’t feel like it.”
“You did survive,” Blaine said. “You did the right thing. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Blaine’s hands started to push Jessa to the floor. He hovered over her a little. “You never have to feel like that…”
“How is this not wrong? You’re engaged to my best friend. Now you got me pregnant. I’m…”
“No. Meghan was never the right woman. I just knew if I pushed her away she’d take Janey. I’d protect Janey with my life… and I failed. I won’t fail again, sweetheart.”
Jessa shivered everywhere. “How does this all work? You… me… a baby… your lifestyle…”
“It just does,” Blaine whispered. “Fall into me, sweetheart. Let me hold it all for you. The pain. The guilt. The regret. I’d do anything for you. Just name it and it’s done.”
Jessa swallowed hard. “Make love to me, Blaine. Right here. Right now.”
***
Jessa lifted her hips as Blaine slid her jeans down. He was slow and gentle, a side of Blaine she’d never seen before. He got to his knees and stripped her jeans and shoes off. His hands slid up her legs and cut between her thighs. His thumbs pressed against her panties, making her groan and thrust.
“We don’t have time,” she whispered.
“I know,” Blaine said.
It was almost eerie the way he said it.
His hands clutched around the top of her panties and pulled. He stripped her naked from the waist down, except her socks.
Blaine unzipped his jeans and took out his thick cock. Jessa watched him stroke himself until he was like steel. His hands touched her inner thighs, opening her legs wide. He inched forward, the full head of his cock aimed right for her body. There was a wild part of Jessa that had always fantasized about having sex in her office. Maybe the circumstances weren’t perfect, but at least the fantasy would be.
When he touched her, Jessa felt her body clench up.
“Easy,” Blaine whispered. “Breathe…”
His hands moved to her hips and he pulled at her. Her knees bent and she pressed her feet to the floor. Jessa lifted her body a couple inches and readied herself. She reached for Blaine, only able to grab hold of his leather cut.
He thrust forward with a grunt, opening her.
The pressure was the same as the first time. He slid into her inch by inch, tearing at her, proving that Jessa would never get used to him. Which was wild. That meant each time would feel like this. That steal-your-breath pressure until she was so full her body shook, demanding release.
Blaine lowered himself down, his lips touching hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” Blaine said back.
He pulled back as slow as he had entered.
Jessa felt every inch and the perfect definition of him. He took himself almost all the way out and then thrust forward. Harder, deeper, faster. That was just Blaine’s style. He managed two slow thrusts before he growled and sped up. There was no making love with a beast like Blaine.
But that’s okay…
Jessa slid her hands around to his back. Her fingers felt the lines of the patches that made up the Back Down Devil MC name and logo. Blaine’s tongue flicked against her neck. He moved down and around, letting his teeth graze her neck as he groaned. Each thrust of his body slammed her against the floor of her office. She felt the hard coolness of his belt buckle digging against her mound, sort of hurting but making the entire thing hotter and sexier.
Blaine had a hand to her face, his other hand balled into a fist on the floor. He pushed himself up, taking his mouth away from her body. They then just stared at each other as Blaine fucked her. Pumping and thrusting, so fast and deep, but not with the same power as the first time.