Viper's Kiss

by London Casey

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  VIPER’S KISS

  A Back Down Devil MC Novel

  His family was murdered… and the revenge will cost him his leather cut, his MC, and the woman’s been secretly in love with for years.

  Blaine is the worst kind of outlaw – he’s bad, bold, ruthless, screws anything with a pulse, and he’s hiding a secret from his club. Not only has he hidden the murder of his family from the club, he’s hidden that he in fact used to be on the other side of the law. All of that is supposed to be dead and gone, but when Jessa shows up to tell him the man who murdered his family has gotten out of prison, everything changes. Blaine is forced to come clean and leave his fate in the hands of the men he considers brothers.

  Jessa could never admit her feelings for Blaine because of their delicate situation. She always knew what was at stake, and when it was taken from him, they slipped into two very different lives. She’s lonely and constantly in fear. Now with her worst fears coming to life, the only refuge she has in the protection of a group of bikers. And her heart? That’s always been in the care of Blaine.

  The second Blaine and Jessa are able to finally be together, the heat is not only instant, it comes with a price. Suddenly, there’s more at stake for Blaine to lose than he ever thought possible. Top that with a new sheriff after the club, a rival MC rebuilding, and an old enemy vying to destroy Back Down Devil MC, everyone’s about to be taken to the limit…

  And for this outlaw, finding love in the midst of death is the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do.

  one.

  Blaine couldn’t breathe.

  His hands were stretched out, his head back, darkness all around him. He took deep breaths, a mix of sweet liquor, smooth bodies, and soft sweat. He had no fucking clue if glitter had a scent to it, but it looked damn good.

  Two sets of breasts slid across his face and then pulled away.

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Blaine said. “I wasn’t done yet.”

  His hands moved to the women’s backs and he pulled them in again.

  They were perfect. Well, to Blaine, all women were perfect. The cutie in his left had full and perky tits. She had cone shaped tits, nipples to match, the left one pierced. The mature one on his right had some more mileage but that didn’t matter. Her tits were big, a little saggy, but she knew how to work them. She squeezed Blaine’s face between them, stealing his air again.

  What a fucking way to go…

  Finally, Blaine put his head back and groaned. The one on the left - Amber? Ashlee? A… something… - was sitting on his lap. Her little bottoms barely covered anything and she had no shame in pressing herself down on Blaine.

  He had been rock hard from the second he walked into the strip club. Some would call it a special treat or a night out. For Blaine, it was just a regular ‘ol Tuesday night. The women flocked to him. Not just because of the Back Down Devil MC leather cut that graced his body, but because of his wild attitude and thick cock.

  At least that’s what Blaine told himself.

  Most of the women in the club needed some kind of help one way or another. As much as Blaine desired to be an ambassador for beautiful and sweet pussy, he couldn’t give less of a care for anyone’s problems. As long as the women looked good, took their tops off, and flashed a little of their kitties between their legs, he made sure to pay up and eventually choose one for the night. Okay, normally two. Well, generally three. Sometimes four.

  “Hey, what’s your name again, beautiful?” Blaine asked.

  “Amber.”

  “Had it right the first time in my head,” he said with a grin.

  The other woman slithered back and two more came forward. They went around to the back of the chair. They leaned down, their breasts gently touching Blaine’s ears.

  Tits on the left, the right, in front of me.

  It was almost overwhelming. Not all men could handle it like Blaine could. He had enough in his dick though to fill all these pretty women. There was no need to worry about a thing.

  “Do you have a gun on you?” Amber asked.

  Her blonde hair fell forward as she wiggled her hips, grinding her sweet kitty against his jeans.

  “Of course I do,” Blaine said. He reached up and moved the hair out of her face. “I have to protect myself, beautiful. A lot of people want me dead.”

  “Like who?” she asked, flirting away.

  “Like your boyfriend.”

  “Who said I have a boyfriend?”

  “Tight little body on you… that look in your eyes… your Daddy fucked you up good I bet. You can’t be without…”

  “Wow.”

  Blaine touched her face with the other hand. “Hey, it’s okay. My Daddy hated me too. I can’t be alone either. That’s why I fucking need you right now, Amber. I fucking need you so bad.”

  Her face burned red.

  Blaine loved the power. Goddamn, it was so good.

  His left hand inched down, touching her shoulder and going to her chest. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she perked up, thrusting her chest to his hand. His fingers played with her nipple and then with the piercing.

  “That had to hurt,” Blaine whispered.

  “Just for a second.”

  “Good. You understand it then.”

  “Understand what?” Amber asked.

  Blaine grinned. “You know how to take pain. So when I fuck you in every hole, you understand it’ll only hurt for a second, right?”

  “Holy shit. Are you serious?”

  “You feel my cock right now? I’m always serious.”

  “Don’t waste your time on her,” a voice whispered in my ear. “She’s not as tight as you think. She gets around a lot.”

  “Shut up, Danielle,” Amber growled.

  “Whoa,” Blaine said. “I don’t give a shit about that, beautiful. The sluttier you are, the better.”

  “Then you’ll love me,” Danielle whispered into Blaine’s ear. “I’m pierced, too.”

  Blaine turned his head. Another set of perfect tits just hanging there like low, delicious fruit. Blaine reached back with his left hand and teased her nipple.

  “I don’t see anything pierced,” Blaine said. “Are you lying to me?”

  Danielle stood up. She had lines down her smooth and tight body. Blaine puckered his lips and exhaled. He was instantly in love. Then again, he had been instantly in love with Amber just ten seconds ago. Hell, he fell in love at least five times a day and ten times a night.

  “I’m not lying,” Danielle said.

  “I don’t see anything pierced, beautiful.”

  Danielle hooked her thumbs to her panties and grinned. “You can’t see it right now.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Blaine said.

  “You can watch her while I do this,” Amber said, entering Blaine’s heart again.

  She slithered down his body, resting on her knees. She tugged at his zipper. Danielle inched her panties down, showing more and more beautiful smooth skin.

  There were four other women in the room, all of them topless and waiting their turn. Blaine had already dropped way too much money, but what the hell was he supposed to do with his money? Save it for retirement? In his line of work, ther
e was no retirement plan. If you were retired, chances were you were dead. And what good was money when you’re dead?

  Blaine’s head swiveled back and forth.

  Amber’s hand tugging at his dick, pulling him out. Her little pouty lips touching the tip of his cock, her tongue all sloppy, making circles. Then to his left, Danielle with her panties down to the middle of her thick, dancer thighs. Two fingers pulling at her sweet pussy, showing Blaine where she was pierced.

  “Ah, fuck,” Blaine growled.

  He reached back and slid two fingers between Danielle’s legs, feeling her wetness.

  Good Christ…

  The door to the room busted open.

  Blaine didn’t flinch. He had one woman halfway down on his dick and he had a finger halfway up inside another woman. And there were two cops standing in the room, weapons drawn, their eyes unable to comprehend what was happening.

  Amber popped up and spun around. Danielle hurried to lift her panties.

  “No, no,” Blaine said. “Fuck. No. Come on. What the hell is this?”

  “Stand up, asshole,” one of the cops said.

  “For what? I’m not doing anything wrong.”

  “Paying for a blowjob?”

  “I didn’t pay. She likes me. Right, beautiful?”

  Amber nodded. “Yes. I like him. I want to suck his cock.”

  “See? They all want to suck my cock. They love me.”

  “Stand the fuck up,” the cop said.

  Blaine slowly rose up. He tucked his dick away and stepped over Amber. He walked right to the cop. He stood six inches over the guy and was twice his size.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Blaine asked.

  “Sorry to break up your party,” the cop said.

  “Why? Do you want to suck my cock, too?”

  A second later, Blaine felt something metal smash against the side of his face. He stumbled to the left and caught himself on another woman. His face rubbed against her breasts. She stumbled back and Blaine grabbed her waist, managing to keep them both standing. She had a smear of blood on her left breast.

  “I’m sorry, beautiful,” Blaine said. “I’ll clean that up for you.”

  “No you won’t, asshole,” the cop bellowed. “We’re shutting this place down.”

  Blaine spun around. “What? Why?”

  “We have to check some licensing issues,” the cop said. “And all the women need to be checked. Got a tip about some prostitution and drug use.”

  “Go fuck yourself,” Blaine said. “Who do you think you are?”

  The cop swung his gun again, smashing Blaine for a second time.

  “Stop hitting him!” Amber cried out.

  “Make me, bitch,” the cop said.

  Blaine put his arm out and caught Amber as she jumped toward the cop. She let out a scream and clawed. Blaine managed to pull her in and hold her.

  “Hey, you need to calm down, beautiful,” Blaine whispered. “You’ll end up…”

  “Under arrest,” the cop said. “Both of you.”

  “No,” Amber said. “Please…”

  “Sorry,” the cop said. “You can’t suck your way out of this one.”

  Blaine balled up a fist, calculating how much it would cost for a lawyer and how much shit Miller would give him for knocking out a cop. Before Blaine could swing, Danielle jumped forward and slapped the cop across the face. The cop reacted fast, throwing a fist, hitting Danielle in the mouth.

  “Shit!” the other cop yelled.

  “She attacked me first!” the first cop yelled.

  Blaine rolled Amber to his right, sending her to the chair. He turned and crouched, reaching for Danielle. Her top lip was bleeding, her face white.

  “You’ll be fine,” Blaine said to her. “Trust me.”

  The cop grabbed Blaine by the back of his leather cut and pulled. Blaine stood up and threw his back into the cop, sending him flying back to the wall. The other cop took another swing and Blaine ducked under it.

  Shit, it would have been so easy to take them down.

  Then Blaine heard voices screaming outside in the club. The place was being fully raided. That meant there was no escape.

  Two guns were pointed at Blaine and he slowly offered his wrists.

  “Motherfuckers,” he said. “Don’t hurt the girls, okay? Beat on me, but not them. They’re trying to make a living here.”

  “Oh, you have compassion now?” the cop asked.

  “That and a hard on.”

  Blaine watched as the cops arrested both Amber and Danielle.

  “Don’t do that,” Blaine said. “They…”

  “Shut the fuck up,” the second cop said and put a gun to Blaine’s forehead.

  “Do it,” Blaine said. “Oh, come on, you pussy. Do it. Take me out. Watch what happens to your town then. We keep the peace. We make everything work. We do all the bullshit you don’t want to do and the bullshit you can’t do.”

  “Like kill our police chief?”

  “I know nothing about that,” Blaine said with a grin. “All I heard was that he took off after his wife divorced him. Killed himself, right?”

  The gun started to shake in the cop’s hand.

  “Brumstead, stand the fuck down,” a voice bellowed.

  The cop stepped back.

  In walked another guy. Thick shoulders, dark skin, still wearing sunglasses. A toothpick in his mouth, rolling between his lips. Dressed in an all black uniform, he didn’t need to flash any badge for Blaine to know who it was.

  “Christ,” Blaine whispered.

  Ethan took his sunglasses off and looked right at Blaine. “So this is what you’ve become, huh?”

  “And this is what you’ve become?” Blaine asked.

  It felt like a lifetime ago, but it wasn’t that long… when Blaine and Ethan were on the streets, fighting crime, as partners.

  ***

  Blaine sat in the cell with the two women. Beautiful Amber and Danielle.

  He stood up and walked to the bars and looked around. There was nobody out there. He knew how this game fucking worked. It was all bullshit. Ethan must have taken the chief position since Jerry’s tragic suicide. That wasn’t a good thing at all. Ethan was nothing but a dick. He’d been a dick years ago and he must have purposely found his way to rise through the ranks and pick a nice spot to settle.

  Right where he could rattle Blaine and the rest of Back Down Devil MC. Their history was going to be served up on a platter for the MC to suffer through.

  “Fuck,” Blaine growled and smacked the bars.

  “This is bad,” Amber said. “I can’t be in jail.”

  Blaine turned and walked back to the bench. He touched Amber’s jaw. “Don’t worry about this. This isn’t jail. It’s a holding cell, beautiful. We’re not going anywhere but home tonight, okay?”

  “What’s going to happen with the club? I can’t go home unemployed.”

  “Your guy hits you?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “You shouldn’t let that shit happen,” Blaine said. “If he scares you at all, you call me. I’ll take care of him.”

  “You’ll kill him, won’t you? Isn’t that what happened with Jerry?”

  “Is that what you think?”

  “That’s what we heard,” Danielle said. Blaine looked at the other woman. She hurried and shrugged her shoulders. “There was bad blood there.”

  “Outlaw and justice doesn’t get along very well,” Blaine said. “But we all want the same thing, which is to be an outlaw and deal our own justice. They have to serve behind a badge and laws. We serve behind a gavel and the open road.”

  “Blaine, I’m scared,” Amber said.

  “Don’t be,” Blaine whispered. He bent over and pulled Amber to his lips. He kissed her. “Fuck, that tastes good.”

  “Yeah…”

  “Want to taste something else?”

  “Yeah…”

  Blaine pointed to the bench. “Hey, beautiful, stand up.”

/>   Danielle stood up.

  Blaine opened his jeans and got on the bench. He leaned all the way back and watched Amber pick up right where she left off. Her mouth trying so desperately to devour him. Blaine thrust a few times watching the reaction on Amber’s face.

  Remember… it only hurts for a second, beautiful…

  He then reached for Danielle and pulled her close. His hand slid around and cupped her ass. She let out a gasp.

  “I need to play,” Blaine whispered.

  He used his other hand and peeled Danielle’s panties to the side. He found her secret piercing and his tongue went right for it.

  Being in jail wasn’t the worst thing in the world at all…

  two.

  Jessa had her last patient of the night. Reviewing the files broke her heart a little. Arthritis and cataracts. It was all age, nothing to do with diet or lifestyle. It was just the way time went. Funny how time did that, right? Twenty years ago all Jess wanted was to be grown up. She wanted to drive a car, drink coffee, try a cigarette or two. She wanted to sip fruity drinks and talk to cute guys, like some of those adult shows her mother watched. It seemed so much better to be grown up, you know? You didn’t have to worry about bullies picking on your off-brand shoes or teachers giving out tests that definitely weren’t fair.

  Closing the folder, Jessa shook her head. She had to laugh that she was able to remember her own innocence.

  That was a long time ago.

  She stood up and took the folder with her. Waiting in the room was Brandy.

  “How’s my favorite girl?” Jessa asked.

  Brandy looked at Jessa and her mouth opened, tongue out, and she smiled. Jessa had never seen a dog smile like Brandy did. Even if she couldn’t see very well or walk very well, the dog had quite the outlook on life.

  Jessa crouched down to Brandy’s level and pet her.

  Her owners, a lovely couple named Jim and Brenda, were forever concerned about what to do next. Brandy had been a present for Jim from Santa when he was just twelve years old. Brandy had just celebrated her nineteenth birthday, which was quite amazing to see. In dog years, Brandy was one-hundred-and-thirty-three years old.