This was Blaine making love.
Jessa couldn’t control the way her body reacted. Her thighs trembled and squeezed at Blaine as she started to come. He quickly grabbed her legs and pushed them open again, fucking her. He then pulled out of her, resting his throbbing and glistening cock against her lower belly.
“What the fuck?” she groaned.
Her hips were still rocking, her body leaking with sex.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” Blaine said.
Jessa gasped and groaned. “Blaine…”
“I want to fucking hear it. Nobody is ever going to touch you again. For the rest of your life. Unless I say so.”
Jessa nodded. “Yeah. I know. Okay.”
“Say the fucking words,” Blaine said. He slowly thrust himself at her.
The bottom of his shaft slid along her lower belly. He was pulsing, ready to unleash. And this time, when he came inside her, it wouldn’t matter. She was already pregnant, so this was… for fun.
“I’m yours, Blaine,” Jessa said. “I’m all yours. I have your baby growing inside me. What else do you want?”
“I just want you to keep saying it,” Blaine said. He slid his cock down her body. “It’s the air I breathe now. My family.”
Blaine thrust forward and tore Jessa open again. She lifted her back and cried out. She scratched at the floor and reached for Blaine against her. He put one hand down between her legs so she could feel herself and Blaine as he fucked her. He put her other hand to his chest, so she could feel his heart.
“This is what you do,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as he started to speed up. “You make my cock hurt because it’s so fucking hard.” He thrust harder, deeper. “You make my fucking heart race.”
Jessa stared at him. She knew that she spent years trying to fight falling for Blaine, because he was with her best friend. But the reality was… there was no controlling it now.
“Ah, fuck, sweetheart,” Blaine groaned.
He thrust and held, letting himself go.
Jessa felt her insides as though they were exploding. Blaine stayed right there, rocking back and forth with the pulse of his cock. Their eyes never left each other. Jessa’s hand was still down between her legs, feeling Blaine moving in and out of her. Feeling him throb. Feeling the mess they made.
And then they were silent.
Part of Jessa heard herself blurting out something crazy like I love you to him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. She knew everything with Blaine was frail.
But she did say something…
“I have to pee,” she whispered.
Blaine grinned. “So… go…”
“What?”
Blaine winked.
“You’re disgusting.”
“That I am, sweetheart. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
“I really have to go… my body…”
Blaine hovered over her. His eyes were so dark and so evil. Yet there seemed to be a light that came and went when he looked at her.
“Hey, Blaine?” a muffled voice called through the office door. “You finished?”
“Shit,” Jessa said. “Trev was listening?”
“Probably jerking off to you moaning,” Blaine said.
Jessa gasped. “That’s…”
“That’s sexy as fuck.” Blaine leaned down and kissed her. “But now I’m going to have to kill him for listening.”
Blaine moved from her body and went to the door. Jessa hurried to collect her clothes and ran to the bathroom. She used the bathroom, got dressed, and went to the door.
She heard Blaine and Trev talking.
“When?” Blaine asked.
“An hour ago. A clear message, bro. Two prospects…”
“Cut out their eyes?” Blaine asked.
“Yeah. That’s hardcore.”
“That’s Vin running it. He’s letting them push.”
Jessa felt her heart pounding.
Vin? He killed Back Down Devil MC prospects?
“Miller is pissed,” Trev said. “Wants us at the table.”
“Is… Jessa safe?”
“He doesn’t blame her. Or you. But he wants you to do something.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
“He wants you to prove your loyalty.”
“I gave up my cut already. I let you guys vote.”
“You have to do this, Blaine. Get Jessa and let’s ride. Don’t pussy out on us, man. Not because of a woman.”
Jessa stepped away from the door. She touched her stomach and covered her mouth. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw up.
What’s happening next?
twenty-three.
The first thing they did was bury the prospects. All things considered, it was the least they could do for the guys. One of the prospects had been the guy Blaine punched. He stood there and stared into the hole and shook his head, wishing the guy could have done more. Or maybe he had done all he could. Christ, they were ambushed and had their eyes cut out.
A sign from Eight Under and a sign from Vin.
Vin loved old school gangster stuff like that. He loved to take body parts and tell stories with them. The eyes meant sight. Meaning Vin was watching. Meaning that Back Down Devil MC has no eyes. They had no sight.