“What? Convince me to have a kid?”
“No,” Blaine said. “I have feral sperm. Let me fuck her once. That’s all it’ll take.”
“Can I shoot him now?” Gaige asked Miller.
“Not yet,” Miller said.
“Yet?” Blaine said. “What the…”
“Someone told you that Vin was dead,” Miller said. “But Vin wasn’t dead. You called that person. You were set up.”
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “That’s right.”
“Is Vin really that smart? To know you’d call?”
“He’s smart. He went to visit Jessa and scared the shit out of her. Sent her right to me.”
“And he followed,” Miller said. “Right to us.”
“You’re suggesting this is all Jessa’s fault?”
“I don’t think blame will get us anywhere,” Gaige said. “We’re trying to figure this out.”
“Look, whatever Vin was planning started from the inside,” Blaine said. “Now he has a chance to kill a lot of birds with one big fucking stone.”
“Explain,” Miller said.
“He controls a failing club with Eight Under. Signs their ass to the cartel, which probably leaves him protected. He gets to push into us and try to take us down. If he does, he runs through here and cleans up. If not, he’s still earning with drugs and guns through Eight Under. Then he gets to finish killing me and killing Jessa.”
“What about ties to Ethan?” Gaige asked.
“I doubt it,” Blaine said.
“What if we talk to Ethan about Vin?” Miller asked. “That could be our catalyst to some kind of understanding.”
“I’ll do that,” Blaine said. “I’ll talk to Ethan. He knows Vin. He gets it. Vin is corrupt. He’s worse…”
“The guy you called,” Gaige cut Blaine off. “He have ties to anything around? Friends to call? Favors to demand?”
“What are you implying?” Blaine asked.
“This guy…,” Miller said.
“Petey.”
“Yeah. Petey. This guy could be running around in the dark, feeding Vin information.”
Blaine considered it. “Christ. If he is, Vin has him tied down pretty bad.”
“What’s the best solution here?” Miller asked.
Blaine leaned back. He nodded. “You know, when Trev told me about the prospects, we were at Jessa’s office. She patched him up because he got shot. He told me you want to test my loyalty. You never brought anything up about it, Miller. My loyalty to this MC never needs to be tested.”
“Then you know what’s right,” Gaige said.
“Yes, I do,” Blaine said.
He stood up.
He wanted to hug Jessa with all his might. Then he wanted to kiss her belly. It was starting to pop out a little and it’s beautiful round shape was only going to get more and more defined. After that, he was going to fuck Jessa until she came at least three times.
Then… it was pretty clear.
Blaine had to go kill his old partner.
twenty-four.
Jessa was on her hands and knees, her hands still clutched around the pillows. Her body ached in the most soothing way possible. She never knew she could feel the way she did with a man like Blaine.
He had pulled away from her body minutes ago. Jessa listened to the sound of Blaine picking up his jeans and putting himself away. The way her lower body felt was something she never want to end. Her bare breasts were pressed to the bed. When Blaine had been behind her, his strong hands holding tight to her wide hips, he thrust so fast and hard, her breasts had been rubbing against the sheets. Even that felt good. Everything Blaine did felt good. He was wild yet gentle yet ravenous yet tender all in the same.
Jessa took another breath, still waiting for her heartbeat to ease a little.
A hand touched her ass. She looked back and saw Blaine standing at the side of the bed. His fingers caressed up along her ass. His middle finger pressed at the small of Jessa’s back. She sighed a breath and felt her thighs aching, her sex still gushing. Blaine’s touch moved back over her ass again. He followed her round cheek down and around. When his fingertip touched her pussy, she jumped a little.
Blaine cupped her ass and pushed her to the bed. He then climbed on the bed, wrapped her up, and pulled her on top of him. Jessa had never felt so honest and comfortable naked with someone before. She had been noticing the changes in her body, both inside and out. On the outside, her breasts were already starting to feel fuller. Her lower belly was hard and starting to push out. That would only get bigger and bigger… and bigger…
“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked as he stroked her hair.
“I’m going to get fat.”
“That’s okay. I don’t judge.”
“Blaine…”
“What? Fat, skinny, in between. I don’t care. I love it all.”
“That’s not comforting for me.”
“Hey, I just fucked you, didn’t I?”
“Lucky me.”
“Lucky you is right, sweetheart.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah. Sure.”