Viper's Kiss (10 page)

eleven.

Blaine had a cup of coffee and a
bottle of beer in front of him. He looked forward and saw the residue of the
whiskey from where Jessa had thrown the bottle at him. The glass was still on
the floor. He was sitting in the chair she had thrown at him. Right behind him
was the wall where he had pinned her against and started the night. Hell, he
sat at the table where he devoured her. Tasted her sweet pussy until she came
so hard he thought the table was going to break.

It was almost virginal with her
last night. Then again, anyone who experienced Blaine for the first time was in
some ways a virgin.

This was way different though.

Jessa was lingered in a past Blaine
ran from. A past he wanted nothing more to do with. That life when he had
thought he was going to do the right thing and help people. Being thrust into a
world of corruption and violence left his heart chiseled into pieces. The only
person that put it back together was Janey. Her little innocence made the job
worth doing. If Blaine could take care of the bad guys, it would make it safer
for her. Even though she didn
’
t
look a thing like him, she was his baby. His girl. His princess. Yeah, her
mother was a little off the deep end, but leaving Meghan meant leaving Janey.
Hell, leaving Meghan meant losing Jessa too. There was no hiding that anymore.
All those moments between them where it felt like something existed
…

“
Shit,
”
Blaine whispered.

He stood up and grabbed the coffee
mug. He sipped the black coffee and looked over his shoulder.

Jessa was still sleeping.

It was just a one time thing. A one
night thing. They let all those emotions boil over and fell into it together.
She wanted to be fucked and Blaine wanted to fuck her. That
’
s all it was. They were hurt,
angry, and needed relief. There was nothing wrong with that.

This was the exact reason why
Blaine preferred to have more than one woman at the same time. So there was no
confusion, no worries, nothing lingering. Better yet, it
’
s why he did all his business at the clubhouse.
Never in his house. Christ, never in the house. In fact
…
Jessa was the first.

“
Fuck,
”
he said and drank more coffee.

Under the sink, he had a bag of cell
phones. He grabbed a random one and stood back up. Off the kitchen was a small
room that had a desk and some random pictures on the wall. Blaine figured you
could call it a den, whatever the hell that was. He opened the desk drawer and
dug through, finding an old notebook. When the time had come for him to split
the life of justice, he took a few phone numbers and memories with him.

One of those numbers was an old
partner named Petey.

Blaine didn
’
t expect Petey to answer, but he did.

“
Who
the fuck is this?
”

“
Blaine.
”

There was silence. Lots of silence.

Yeah, Blaine had dumped the law to
become an outlaw. Yeah, he had set fire to every bridge built and took off. But
who would blame him after what had happened?

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
Petey said.
“
Blaine.
”

“
I
’
m still alive.
”

“
I
hear that,
”
Petey said.
“
How
…
shit
…”

“
Don
’
t ask questions,
”
Blaine said.
“
You know I would call only if
there was good reason.
”

“
I
bet I can name the reason.
”

“
He
’
s out?
”

“
Yeah,
”
Petey said.

“
He
went after Jessa already. She
…”
Blaine looked over his shoulder again.
“
She
contacted me. What the fuck happened?
”

“
It
doesn
’
t matter,
”
Petey said.

“
Why
not? You realize what he
…”

“
Blaine.
Vin
’
s dead.
”

“
Dead?
”

“
Yeah.
He got tagged yesterday. Came out swinging too hard. Thought he could plant his
feet right where he was before shit hit the fan.
”

“
How
the hell do you know this?
”
Blaine asked.

“
Christ,
Blaine, you were the one that went off the edge, not me. I
’
m still a detective. I run
undercover stings for the state. The second Vin
’
s
name was brought up on release, I was personally on his tail. Thought about
you, Blaine. You know? I hope you can find some kind of peace.
”

“
That
will never happen,
”
Blaine
said.
“
Thanks.
”

He ended the call and broke the
cell in half. He dropped it in the trash and stood there for a few seconds.

Vin is dead.

The man that took Blaine
’
s life from him was dead. Every
night, for years, Blaine wondered what it would be like to kill Vin. How he
’
d do it. How slow he could go to
torture the son of a bitch. Hell, part of him appreciated that Vin had been in
prison because it meant he was generally safe.

Instead of fucking Jessa half the
night he should have been on the street looking for Vin. To get revenge before
someone else did.

Well, someone else got revenge.

Blaine turned and threw a fist,
smashing his hand into the wall. The wall gave way with ease. As he pulled his
hand out, the drywall ripped at his hand and knuckles, tearing him open. He
ignored the blood and walked toward the bedroom.

He opened the door and had the idea
to take out his gun and shoot at a wall. That would wake Jessa out of her
post-sex slumber. He wasn
’
t
a fucking hotel and this wasn
’
t
a fucking relationship. She was lucky enough that she got to be in the house
and got a piece of Blaine.

Blaine put his hand to the gun and
then froze.

I fucking saw them
…

The words rang fresh in Blaine
’
s memory. The fact that Jessa
had been the first one to the house. To see
…

He released his hold on the gun and
kicked at the bed instead.

“
Hey.
Wake up.
”

Jessa stirred and then popped up.
The blankets fell from her body, exposing her breasts. The sight was better
than anything Blaine could remember in the morning. Her tits were perky,
creamy, her nipples perfectly round, defined,
hard.
Her left breast had
a few marks from Blaine last night.

I always mark my fucking
territory.

“
Cover
yourself,
”
Blaine said.

Those words never left his mouth
before.

Jessa pulled the covers up and ran
a hand through her hair.

She was beautiful.

Of course she was beautiful. She
had always been beautiful. Even last night as she took his cock over and over.
Even after the third time he came and she was sweaty, ragged, worn the fuck
out. But that didn
’
t stop
Blaine from going one more time. He fucked until she couldn
’
t move. Until there were tears
in her eyes. Until her entire body was waving a white flag.

“
Morning,
”
Jessa said.

Blaine pointed to the nightstand.
There was a glass of water and two white pills.
“
Breakfast.
”

“
What
kind of pills are these?
”

“
Take
one for the pain. Take the second if you want to forget last night.
”

Jessa blushed and grinned.
“
I
’
m
…”

“
Vin
is dead. Just thought you
’
d
want to know.
”

“
What?
”

“
I
made a call to an old friend. Vin got killed last night. I guess he ran his
mouth and someone took him out.
”

“
Holy
shit.
”
Jessa grabbed the
glass of water and drank.
“
I
mean
…
holy shit. Right?
”

“
Yeah,
right.
”
Blaine nodded to
the door.
“
All your clothes
are still on the kitchen floor.
”

“
Oh.
Right. Yeah.
”

“
I
’
ll give you a ride to the
clubhouse so you can get your car.
”

“
Of
course,
”
Jessa said.
“
Then
…
I guess I
’
ll
head home.
”

“
That
’
s the plan.
”

“
The
plan?
”

“
What?
You want to stay here? You want to keep doing this? Fucking with guilt and
anger? Please.
”

“
You
’
re an asshole.
”

“
Yeah,
but at least I didn
’
t fuck
my best friend
’
s fiance.
”

Jessa gasped. Her face dropped.
“
Get out.
”

“
It
’
s my fucking room. It
’
s my fucking house.
”

Jessa got out of the bed and took
the sheet with her. She held it around her body with one hand. 
“
I can
’
t believe you said that to me. After
…”

“
After
what? After we fucked? What did you think it was? Something romantic. Please.
You
’
ve wanted my cock for
years, sweetheart. So I threw you one. You
’
re
welcome.
”

“
Prick,
”
Jessa growled.

She hurried to race by Blaine but
he stepped in her path.
“
I
’
m sorry but the sheet has to
stay in the bedroom.
”

“
What?
”

“
I
’
m going to make my bed and get
ready to go to work.
”

“
Who
the fuck are you? Where
’
s
the guy that was looking at me last night.
”

“
Drop
the sheet and I
’
ll look at
you again.
”

“
Fuck
yourself.
”

Jessa took a step and Blaine grabbed
the sheet. One quick pull and the sheet tore from Jessa
’
s body. He balled it up and tossed it to the bed.

Jessa hurried out of the bedroom
and down the hall. Blaine stood in the hallway and watched her move. Her
slender back, the hourglass cut of her body, those goddamn hips, and that ass.
Blaine made fists. He knew he could track her down and have her again, right
there in the kitchen. She had been his dinner last night
…
now she could be breakfast.

But Blaine didn
’
t move. Even when Jessa grabbed
her clothes and disappeared out of view. He just stood there. She got dressed
and then appeared again.

“
I
’
m ready to leave,
”
she said.

“
Good.
”

Blaine made a line down the hall
and wanted to get to the front door. Jessa grabbed at his arm and squeezed.

“
Hey.
”

Blaine pulled away.
“
That was my fucking kill to
make. You don
’
t understand
that.
”

“
You
think I don
’
t? Because
…”

“
I
know, you saw what happened,
”
Blaine said.
“
I
’
ll get you a fucking trophy.
”

Jessa slapped him across the face.
Blaine didn
’
t even flinch.
He didn
’
t even give a shit.
He could turn it all off when needed. All emotions. All care. All pain.

“
He
’
s dead and I didn
’
t get my shot at him,
”
Blaine said.
“
Because I was fucking you.
”

“
Sorry
then,
”
Jessa said.
“
Last I remembered you were the
one throwing me on a table.
”

“
Please.
Your pussy needed it.
”

Jessa tried to slap him again. He
grabbed her wrist and spun her around, putting her against the wall. Blaine put
his body against Jessa
’
s.
He stood there, just breathing.

“
I
hate you,
”
she whispered.
“
I
’
ve
always hated you, Blaine. For what you made me feel and what I wanted. Because
I knew I
’
d do this to
Meghan. Because she was never right for you. I hated her sometimes. But I hate
myself the most because she's dead. I let her slide into your grasp and I didn
’
t pull her away. I could have
convinced her to leave your sorry ass but I never did.
”