easily prevailed. He
tossed the bag back to the bed.
“ Where
are you going to go? ”
“ Why
the hell do you care? ”
“ You ’ re right, I don ’ t care. But if Vin is going to attack
you … I can ’ t have that on my conscience.
You ’ re staying right here
with me. You got that? ”
“ You
don ’ t get to order me
around. I ’ m not some bar
slut. ”
Blaine stepped at Jessa again. He
put a hand to her hip and drove her back against the wall. Not hard, not
violent, but Jessa still let out a yelp anyway.
“ Let
me explain the way this works. If you ’ re
going to stay here, you ’ re
going to be under my orders. You think I ’ m
a wild outlaw, I ’ ve got a
bar full of them. An entire charter that would love to rip through something
fresh like you. I can fucking smell it all over you, sweetheart. You haven ’ t been touched or fucked in a
long time. And if you have, it wasn ’ t
the right way. ”
Jessa swallowed. She desperately
tried to find words to attack back at Blaine … or the strength to just punch him again.
Why did he call me sweetheart?
He called the bar sluts beautiful. What did that mean?
“ I ’ m going to take a shower, ” Blaine said. “ The door ’ s unlocked. You ’ re
more than welcome to come join me. I promise I won ’ t be gentle, but it ’ s
worth the pain. If you don ’ t
feel like joining me in the shower, then feel free to relax here, with the door
locked. Or you can take your chances out there. But if someone claims that
sweet ass of yours, I can ’ t
help you. Now … do you understand? ”
Jessa regretted coming to visit
Blaine more than ever.
He then turned and took off his
leather cut. He tossed it to the bed and before Jessa could move or speak,
Blaine took his shirt off. He rolled it up and threw it into a trashcan. His
back rippled with muscle, only hidden by a tattoo across the top of his back.
It was the MC ’ s name and
logo.
His shoulders were perfectly round
and connected to his neck with even more muscle. He almost looked like some
wild diagram of muscle. But the kind that was meant for touching, tracing, tasting.
Jessa caught herself and turned her
head.
A second later, she heard the
clanking of a belt.
Blaine then dropped his jeans like
nobody was in the room.
Jessa gasped and covered her mouth.
He has no shame.
There was a set of lips tattooed on
his left ass cheek and it somehow just seemed so fitting for Blaine.
He stepped out of his boots and
jeans and then walked forward.
When he walked, his ass didn ’ t jiggle, it flexed with thick
and hard muscle.
Jessa had never seen a man like
this before. He was the most vile man when he spoke. But he was freaking sexy
when naked. Better yet, he was her best friend ’ s
ex-fiance.
The only reason they ’ re not together is
because Meghan died.
Blaine walked into the bathroom and
turned. At the last second, he shut the door, just before Jessa was able to see everything.
The sight of it all didn ’ t shock her … what shocked her was that she
hadn ’ t been able to see everything.
Jessa shut her eyes.
Don ’ t do this … just keep punching him
in the mouth.
seven.
Blaine ’ s hand was vise tight around the base of his cock.
His other hand was balled up in a fist and against the wall. He was painfully
hard and it was for all the wrong reasons.
Goddamn Jessa …
She had become more beautiful than
before. Which seemed insane, but it was true. She had been Meghan ’ s flirty best friend. The shy
kind of flirty. The kind that he ’ d
caught looking at him. Then she ’ d
blush and rush away.
Yeah, things with Meghan had never
been perfect, not from day one.
“ Shit, ” Blaine growled.
He pumped his cock, watching his
shaft getting thicker.
He couldn ’ t control himself. He regretted kicking both those
women out. At the very least he could have kept one handy for this exact
situation. If he didn ’ t get
a little relief, he was going to lose it on Jessa. He
tossed the bag back to the bed.
“ Where
are you going to go? ”
“ Why
the hell do you care? ”
“ You ’ re right, I don ’ t care. But if Vin is going to attack
you … I can ’ t have that on my conscience.
You ’ re staying right here
with me. You got that? ”
“ You
don ’ t get to order me
around. I ’ m not some bar
slut. ”
Blaine stepped at Jessa again. He
put a hand to her hip and drove her back against the wall. Not hard, not
violent, but Jessa still let out a yelp anyway.
“ Let
me explain the way this works. If you ’ re
going to stay here, you ’ re
going to be under my orders. You think I ’ m
a wild outlaw, I ’ ve got a
bar full of them. An entire charter that would love to rip through something
fresh like you. I can fucking smell it all over you, sweetheart. You haven ’ t been touched or fucked in a
long time. And if you have, it wasn ’ t
the right way. ”
Jessa swallowed. She desperately
tried to find words to attack back at Blaine … or the strength to just punch him again.
Why did he call me sweetheart?
He called the bar sluts beautiful. What did that mean?
“ I ’ m going to take a shower, ” Blaine said. “ The door ’ s unlocked. You ’ re
more than welcome to come join me. I promise I won ’ t be gentle, but it ’ s
worth the pain. If you don ’ t
feel like joining me in the shower, then feel free to relax here, with the door
locked. Or you can take your chances out there. But if someone claims that
sweet ass of yours, I can ’ t
help you. Now … do you understand? ”
Jessa regretted coming to visit
Blaine more than ever.
He then turned and took off his
leather cut. He tossed it to the bed and before Jessa could move or speak,
Blaine took his shirt off. He rolled it up and threw it into a trashcan. His
back rippled with muscle, only hidden by a tattoo across the top of his back.
It was the MC ’ s name and
logo.
His shoulders were perfectly round
and connected to his neck with even more muscle. He almost looked like some
wild diagram of muscle. But the kind that was meant for touching, tracing, tasting.
Jessa caught herself and turned her
head.
A second later, she heard the
clanking of a belt.
Blaine then dropped his jeans like
nobody was in the room.
Jessa gasped and covered her mouth.
He has no shame.
There was a set of lips tattooed on
his left ass cheek and it somehow just seemed so fitting for Blaine.
He stepped out of his boots and
jeans and then walked forward.
When he walked, his ass didn ’ t jiggle, it flexed with thick
and hard muscle.
Jessa had never seen a man like
this before. He was the most vile man when he spoke. But he was freaking sexy
when naked. Better yet, he was her best friend ’ s
ex-fiance.
The only reason they ’ re not together is
because Meghan died.
Blaine walked into the bathroom and
turned. At the last second, he shut the door, just before Jessa was able to see everything.
The sight of it all didn ’ t shock her … what shocked her was that she
hadn ’ t been able to see everything.
Jessa shut her eyes.
Don ’ t do this … just keep punching him
in the mouth.
seven.
Blaine ’ s hand was vise tight around the base of his cock.
His other hand was balled up in a fist and against the wall. He was painfully
hard and it was for all the wrong reasons.
Goddamn Jessa …
She had become more beautiful than
before. Which seemed insane, but it was true. She had been Meghan ’ s flirty best friend. The shy
kind of flirty. The kind that he ’ d
caught looking at him. Then she ’ d
blush and rush away.
Yeah, things with Meghan had never
been perfect, not from day one.
“ Shit, ” Blaine growled.
He pumped his cock, watching his
shaft getting thicker.
He couldn ’ t control himself. He regretted kicking both those
women out. At the very least he could have kept one handy for this exact
situation. If he didn ’ t get
a little relief, he was going to lose it on Jessa. He
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