Free Viper's Kiss by London Casey, Karolyn James

deals all the time. I worried about them, too. If it
would ever fall back on them. And you and Meghan fighting all the time …”
    “ That ’ s none of your business, ” Blaine yelled. “ That was my relationship. ”
    “ That
you didn ’ t want. Right? It
was all because of Janey. ”
    “ Watch
your mouth. Or I ’ ll stuff
something in it. ”
    Jessa couldn ’ t remember a time she was so angry. And yet she had
no clue why, really. Was it all the years of pent up thoughts about Blaine? The
guilt? The regret? Or maybe the fact that she watched Blaine and Meghan fight
so much yet she stood there as the best friend with thoughts about Blaine that
weren ’ t right?
    “ You
think you ’ re so tough and
big? ” Jessa asked. “ I bet it ’ s fucking tiny. That ’ s
why you have the biggest motorcycle, right? That ’ s
why you need your women drunk. ”
    Blaine laughed. “ That ’ s right, attack me. Because you ’ re guilty. For what you did. ”
    “ What
I did? I fucking saw them! You set me up to walk in … to …”
    “ Maybe
if you drove a little faster and weren ’ t
so afraid of breaking the law …”
    Jessa saw red. Next thing she knew
the whiskey was flying through the air. Blaine got out of the way and the
bottle smashed against the fridge, shattering. She then grabbed the chair and
threw it like it weighed nothing. The tears then instantly came. They streamed
down her cheek as the chair crashed into Blaine. Of course, it did nothing to
him. He was too big, too strong. Jessa needed something better … like a car or a bullet to hurt
him.
    “ I
fucking hate you! ” she
yelled. “ I ’ ve always hated you. ”
    Blaine stepped toward her. Jessa
made fists and readied herself.
    “ That ’ s right, ” Blaine said. “ Let
it all out, sweetheart. ”
    He got closer, close enough to take
a shot at him. So she did. Her right hand flung forward and smacked him in the
mouth. Just like before, it hurt her worse than him. She threw left and hit
Blaine in the jaw. That was like punching a steel plate.
    Jessa cried out.
    “ Done? ” Blaine asked.
    “ Fuck
you. ”
    That ’ s
when Blaine made his move. His hands grabbed Jessa by the waist and he lifted
her. He walked her back to the wall and put her down. Blood formed in the
corner of his mouth from where she had got him.
    “ I
lost the exact same thing, ” Blaine said. “ And I saw it
too. And I blame myself every second I ’ m
still alive. That ’ s why I
ride next to the reaper. That ’ s
why I fuck with the reaper. I want the son of a bitch to come get me. I want
him to fuck me. ”
    “ Jesus …”
    Blaine spit at the floor. He took a
breath. “ I shouldn ’ t have said it like I did. But
you have to let that shit go. Find a release. ”
    Jessa caught herself clutching to
Blaine ’ s shirt.
    No … no, Jessa … no …
    Blaine lowered his mouth to hers.
Their lips flirted for a few seconds, less than an inch apart. They were
breathing heavy, their breaths lingering with whiskey and bad decisions. But
the temptation was even greater. All those years of wondering …
    Jessa felt her lips quivering as
Blaine finally kissed her. A soft and subtle kiss, the kind you did and then
pulled away. The kind you ’ d
say you regret but never truly did.
    But that wasn ’ t Blaine ’ s style to just kiss once … and Jessa knew that.
    She realized what she had done. She ’ d stepped into the lion ’ s cage.
    Blaine kissed her again. With more
aggression. His tongue slipping into her mouth, commanding her entire body
already.
    She pulled hard at his shirt.
    His hands reached up and touched
her face, wiping away the tears.
    The kiss then got hotter. The
intention was nothing good but everything Jessa needed in that moment.
    She had not only stepped into
the lion ’ s
cage but she had kicked the beast, woken him up, and now … he was kissing down her
neck …

nine.
     
    Blaine kissed down Jessa ’ s neck. All the years had
finally won the fucking