was going to throw her to
the bed and just have her. And she wouldn ’ t
resist him because she understood it too.
That tight ass pressing against her
jeans. The way she wore hoodies, trying to hide her tits. Blaine had seen her
enough times in a bikini to know what was there. They were handfuls. Perfect
little handfuls. Maybe not the wild balloons Blaine had been used to with the
crazy women he ran with through the strip clubs, but goddamn, everything about
Jessa was one hundred percent real.
Including her fear.
Blaine felt his hand move over the
head of his cock. His legs flexed and he groaned, already feeling the urge to
let go. The more he thought about Jessa, the harder and faster his hand moved.
He couldn ’ t really remember
the last time he had to take care of himself like this, but there was no other
choice. If he was going to help Jessa, it had to be done the right way. That
meant keeping quiet, calm, and hidden. Then he could hit the streets, find Vin,
and finally get the revenge that had been burning in him for years.
Speaking of burning inside me …
Blaine thought about Jessa in a
bikini. They had all gone to the beach plenty of times. Fucking watching her
standing there, her toes in the water. A breeze playing with her blonde hair.
The curves of her hips were a little wide, but so natural, like they were meant
to hold onto and pull while you were fucking her.
“ Shit, ” Blaine hissed.
He moved faster. The water pounded
against his neck and back.
You ’ re really going to do
this? You ’ re
going to jerk off in the shower thinking about Jessa?
Blaine sucked in a breath and
groaned. When he exhaled, so did his dick. He shot straight forward, hitting
the tiles. His hand kept going, up and down his shaft, cleaning him out. With each
pulse, he felt himself relaxing just a little more. It was like a cheap and
effective drug. And definitely addicting.
As Blaine stroked one more time, he
sighed and shut his eyes.
Goddamn right …
He stood up and washed all the
evidence away. He then cleaned himself up of all the blood from that Eight
Under scumbag. Blaine shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried and
exited the bathroom.
Half of him figured Jessa would be
gone. Hell, a part of him hoped she would be gone.
The other half of him said that if
Jessa was still waiting … she would be in big trouble.
Jessa looked up from her cell phone
and hurried to turn it off.
She was still there.
Blaine grinned as he watched her
eyes climb up and down his body.
You ’ re in big fucking
trouble, sweetheart …
***
“ Stay
close and order something good, ” Blaine said to Jessa.
They were at the bar and the
clubhouse was filling up. Drinks were flowing, music playing, voices getting
louder as everyone took turns telling stories or arguing the facts of other
stories.
Normally Blaine would be right in
the middle of it, loving the chance to talk about his dick or some women he
fucked last night or last week. But his instinct wanted to keep Jessa calm and
safe. At least in front of the other guys. This Vin situation could potentially
be very bad. If he was running rampant, sending out threats, then Blaine needed
to kill him. And fast. He ’ d
been inside long enough to lose cred on the street, but being inside didn ’ t mean being cut off. A guy like
Vin would have been taken care of in prison and he ’ d have arrangements on the outside.
Blaine whistled and the prospect he
punched was right there, nodding at him.
“ Get
her a burger, ” Blaine said. “ I ’ m guessing overcooked and dry. ”
“ No, ” Jessa said. “ I know how to eat. I like a
little pink in the middle. ”
Blaine grinned and looked at Jessa. “ I like it with a lot of
pink in the middle. ” He
winked.
Jessa curled her lip and turned
away.
She swallowed before she did that
though.
She liked it. She liked him.
Someone threw a dart and hit a
bullseye. The bar erupted. Trev put his arms out and then slowly put
the bed and just have her. And she wouldn ’ t
resist him because she understood it too.
That tight ass pressing against her
jeans. The way she wore hoodies, trying to hide her tits. Blaine had seen her
enough times in a bikini to know what was there. They were handfuls. Perfect
little handfuls. Maybe not the wild balloons Blaine had been used to with the
crazy women he ran with through the strip clubs, but goddamn, everything about
Jessa was one hundred percent real.
Including her fear.
Blaine felt his hand move over the
head of his cock. His legs flexed and he groaned, already feeling the urge to
let go. The more he thought about Jessa, the harder and faster his hand moved.
He couldn ’ t really remember
the last time he had to take care of himself like this, but there was no other
choice. If he was going to help Jessa, it had to be done the right way. That
meant keeping quiet, calm, and hidden. Then he could hit the streets, find Vin,
and finally get the revenge that had been burning in him for years.
Speaking of burning inside me …
Blaine thought about Jessa in a
bikini. They had all gone to the beach plenty of times. Fucking watching her
standing there, her toes in the water. A breeze playing with her blonde hair.
The curves of her hips were a little wide, but so natural, like they were meant
to hold onto and pull while you were fucking her.
“ Shit, ” Blaine hissed.
He moved faster. The water pounded
against his neck and back.
You ’ re really going to do
this? You ’ re
going to jerk off in the shower thinking about Jessa?
Blaine sucked in a breath and
groaned. When he exhaled, so did his dick. He shot straight forward, hitting
the tiles. His hand kept going, up and down his shaft, cleaning him out. With each
pulse, he felt himself relaxing just a little more. It was like a cheap and
effective drug. And definitely addicting.
As Blaine stroked one more time, he
sighed and shut his eyes.
Goddamn right …
He stood up and washed all the
evidence away. He then cleaned himself up of all the blood from that Eight
Under scumbag. Blaine shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried and
exited the bathroom.
Half of him figured Jessa would be
gone. Hell, a part of him hoped she would be gone.
The other half of him said that if
Jessa was still waiting … she would be in big trouble.
Jessa looked up from her cell phone
and hurried to turn it off.
She was still there.
Blaine grinned as he watched her
eyes climb up and down his body.
You ’ re in big fucking
trouble, sweetheart …
***
“ Stay
close and order something good, ” Blaine said to Jessa.
They were at the bar and the
clubhouse was filling up. Drinks were flowing, music playing, voices getting
louder as everyone took turns telling stories or arguing the facts of other
stories.
Normally Blaine would be right in
the middle of it, loving the chance to talk about his dick or some women he
fucked last night or last week. But his instinct wanted to keep Jessa calm and
safe. At least in front of the other guys. This Vin situation could potentially
be very bad. If he was running rampant, sending out threats, then Blaine needed
to kill him. And fast. He ’ d
been inside long enough to lose cred on the street, but being inside didn ’ t mean being cut off. A guy like
Vin would have been taken care of in prison and he ’ d have arrangements on the outside.
Blaine whistled and the prospect he
punched was right there, nodding at him.
“ Get
her a burger, ” Blaine said. “ I ’ m guessing overcooked and dry. ”
“ No, ” Jessa said. “ I know how to eat. I like a
little pink in the middle. ”
Blaine grinned and looked at Jessa. “ I like it with a lot of
pink in the middle. ” He
winked.
Jessa curled her lip and turned
away.
She swallowed before she did that
though.
She liked it. She liked him.
Someone threw a dart and hit a
bullseye. The bar erupted. Trev put his arms out and then slowly put
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