Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (42 page)

Vindication

Black Dogs MC Book 3

~ ONE ~

Ghost

Ghost’s hands fumbled all over the hot, young body he
could feel, but couldn’t see. The woman moaned as she leaned back against him
in the dark, her breath sweltering against his ear as he roughly palmed her
breasts. He was soon questing further south, searching for the hem of her white
skirt.

She was panting when he
finally reached his prize, delving underneath to touch her mostly bare ass.
“Wait, wait.” Her protest was half-baked, the lust in her voice far more
urgent.

Ghost growled against her.
“I’ve got a rubber.”

“What if we get caught?”

“We’re not gonna get
caught,” he sneered. His cock ached inside his jeans, and he rubbed his bulge
against her ass. He slid his fingers up her thighs, pulling up her dress even
more. By the time Ghost got a single fingertip on her silk-covered mound, she
was soaking and hot, buckling under his touch and grinding even harder against
his dick.

“Are you sure?” The
question was a breathless moan as she leaned back and caressed the side of his
face.

“Eh,” said Ghost with a
shrug. “Fifty-percent. But I’m one hundred-percent sure that if we do get
caught, there’s gotta be some pills around here that we can use to wipe that
little memory from someone’s chalkboard.”

As usual, his wise ass
almost cost him the chance at getting some actual ass. The young nurse
stiffened against him. “Wait, what?”

“Shh,” said Ghost,
slipping his fingers completely into her panties and sinking his teeth into her
neck. The nurse let out a desperate moan that actually did make Ghost concerned
about getting caught. Quickly he slid her panties down and off her legs, and
moved her until she stepped out of them.

Then he snatched them up
and shoved them into her mouth.
That oughta keep her from alerting the whole
damn place to what we’re doing.
With his other hand, he rubbed at her clit,
the pressure intense, the rhythm slow. “This is only going to get worse for
you…”

She took the panties in
with only a little resistance, but even that faded as soon as Ghost gripped her
hips and ground his denim-covered cock against her. He kneeled behind her for a
moment and ran his tongue up her slit. The nurse grabbed the linen shelves in
response, bending further to let him get deeper. Ghost was happy to oblige,
using his hands to spread her smooth ass cheeks open for him.

The nurse moaned and
bucked against his mouth as Ghost ate her pussy, flicking gently at her clit
and finally pushing two fingers inside her to probe her wetness. She panted and
pushed back against his digits, driving them deeper, fucking herself on his hand.
He wished it wasn’t so dark so he could see it, because it felt hot as hell.

Pulling his face away for
a moment, Ghost gripped her ass cheek and gave it a playful bite, shoving his
fingers deep inside her at the same time. She let out a long, low moan, muffled
by her own wet panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He
couldn’t take it anymore. With his fingers still buried inside her, he stood up
and fumbled with the buckle on his pants using his free hand. Ridding himself
of both pants and boxers, it was a relief to finally let his nine-inch cock
spring free. The wetness between the nurse’s legs meant she was ready, but she
had her own job to do.

“You need to get that
mouth to work,” he said. He withdrew his fingers and lathered his hard cock
with the juices still dripping from them. With his other hand he grabbed the
nurse by the hair and brought her down to her knees.

He felt around her jaw
until he found her mouth, and then yanked the panties out of them, using his
other hand to feed his cock to her before she could make any more noise. The
nurse groaned at the suddenness of his girth stretching her lips as her spit
mixed with the wetness of her pussy. Ghost bucked his hips to help speed things
up, burying himself inch by inch down her tight, warm throat, until her face
was pressed against him.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You
feel like heaven.” He pulled her head back and she gasped for air, but didn’t
complain. He could feel the trails of saliva dangling from his hard cock back
to her mouth and quickly returned it to her, pumping her fast and shallow as
her tongue lapped at the underside. Holding her head, he fucked her face for a
few minutes, relishing in the sounds of her stuttered, wet moans.

He was going to cum, and
he didn’t want it like that. Ghost pulled his cock out of her mouth and almost
laughed at the whimpering sound she made, like she already missed it. Instead,
he pulled her gently by the hair again, urging her to her feet, and then moved
her back up against the shelves of the linen closet. She bent over at the
waist, shoving her head and shoulders into the softness of the stacks of clean
towels, just as anxious as he was for what was coming next.

Ghost felt around on the
floor until he found her panties and returned them to her mouth. He dug a
rubber out of his cut pocket and rolled it on, then rubbed the head of his cock
up and down her wet slit. The nurse began to wordlessly beg, pushing back
against him, her voice muffled.

“Oh, you little minx,” he
said quietly. “I’ll give it to you.” He put his cock at the hole of her pussy
and pushed its entire length in, hard and deep. The nurse screamed against the
gag in her mouth but he continued, pumping with thick, forceful thrusts, only
pausing to lean forward and push her head further into the towels to muffle her
squeals of pleasure.

“I know it feels amazing,”
he said as he fucked her, “but you’re the one who doesn’t wanna get caught, and
you’re a screamer?”

She couldn’t reply; she
could only take the raging pleasure his cock was giving her as he bottomed out
inside her with every thrust. He felt her pussy contract and her legs quake at
least three times beneath him before he felt his own orgasm rising again. Ghost
leaned over her and held her tight against him as he pumped his hardest,
emptying himself inside her steaming womb.

“Damn,” said Ghost after a
few moments of panting on top of her. “Glad you transferred here, Suzy.”

The nurse said something
rendered unintelligible by the gag. Ghost moved off her and pulled his
half-hard dick out, letting her stand and pull the panties out of her mouth—or,
at least he assumed that’s what she did, since he couldn’t see her do it in the
blackness of the closet.

“It’s Cindy.”

“What?” said Ghost,
peeling the condom off himself.

“My name isn’t Suzy, it’s
Cindy.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She was moving in the
dark, he could hear it—probably putting her panties back on. “Am I sure about
my own name? Uh, yeah.”

“Okay, but you fuck like a
Suzy.” He pulled his boxers and pants back up and buckled them.

She made a scoffing noise,
and Ghost was glad he didn’t have to see her roll her eyes. She moved toward
the door and opened it a crack. Light flooded into the narrow opening. The
nurse’s dark hair was disheveled, her makeup streaked, but she had fixed her
white dress.

She turned and gave Ghost
a look. “Keep it quiet.”

“Lady, please don’t tell
me you think this is my first rodeo,” he said. He slapped her ass. “But do feel
free to come find me again if you want another ride.”

Once she was sure the
coast was clear, they both left the linen closet. She went right, and Ghost
turned left. The nurse was still straightening her skirt when he glanced back,
and he made a dirty noise at the sight until she disappeared down a hallway. He
leaned over and grabbed his heavy black duffel bag, sitting in the narrow space
between the linen shelf and the wall next to the door. The soft clink of glass
inside the bag made him readjust his grip to something gentler before he made a
left turn and headed toward the common areas of the Shadyside Retirement
Community.

Ghost had been visiting
for long enough that most of the residents had stopped looking at him like he
had horns growing out of his forehead, but that had taken years of work. A few
even tipped their heads at him or gave him a smile as he passed them down the
hall. He wasn’t a huge fan of the place; death never bothered him a bit, but
growing old and becoming helpless was not a thought Ghost liked to entertain.
Still, he was a soldier, and duty mattered more than discomfort. So here he
was, doing his duty.

He wasn’t a traditional
guy. There was very little chance Ghost would ever be the patriarch of his own
Leave
It to Beaver
clan, and even though he didn’t have much patience for people
in general, he wasn’t so big of a dick to think he didn’t have to give
something
back to the community. Like everything else in his life, he just found his own
way of doing it.

Besides, Shadyside was a
lot better off than some of the other homes he’d seen or heard about. He
instinctually kept an eye out for signs of abuse or something weird going on,
but everyone seemed as content as they could be, and no one ever pulled him
close to tell him of secret, evil doings around the place.

Ghost’s seductions and
closet trysts with the sexy members of the staff were the most scandalous thing
going on at Shadyside, and that’s the way he liked it. There was some security,
some comfort to knowing you were the worst guy in the building.

Ghost passed by the front
desk, a shiny square of pink marble glowing under soft white lights. Brenda was
on duty, and she gave him a sweet smile and a tiny wave. Ghost winked back at
her and the plump housewife flushed just a bit before she went back to her
paperwork. As he continued on, he could hear the sounds of barking
laughter—gruff masculine voices worn to a shade of their former selves by time
and sickness, but still sharp with joy.

The common room was large
and soft with high ceilings and original crown molding that looked like it was
worth a fortune. The carpet, plush and thick, was some shade of pink Ghost
didn’t have a name for because he wasn’t an interior decorator. Couches and
chairs sat in small arrangements around tables and a fireplace. At one of the
tables with the hard-backed chairs, Ghost found the men he was looking for. The
four of them all wore some variation of military olives, a part of the ritual,
as they ribbed at one another and tossed poker chips across the table into the
pot.

When Walter spotted him
coming across the room, he leaned back in his chair and threw his leathery
hands up. “Oh, look who it is, finally! Ghost McBride, the man who knew too
little.” The other seniors at the table cackled and turned to watch him
approach with wicked little smiles.

Ghost smirked at them and
lowered the duffel bag at their feet. “You really don’t wanna start that shit
with me, Walt, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Listen to you,
motherfucker!” Walt laughed.

“He’s just acting hard
‘cause he already bagged that new nurse,” said Sid with an accusatory thumb in
Ghost’s direction. “I can smell her on him.”

“You’re a fucking pervert,
dude,” said Ghost, slapping a hand on Sid’s shoulder. “I’ve never even done the
sex before.”

“Not with that crooked
pecker of yours,” snapped Walter. He threw another chip into the pot and raised
a challenging eyebrow at Ghost.

“You wanna whip ‘em out,
Walt? Because I’ll have you know I had a very interesting conversation with one
Doctor Severns at Dot’s Diner just this week. And he had a
lot
of things
to say about a dirty outbreak of the clap at the nursing home…”

“Okay, okay, mercy!” said
Walter, his dark skin paling. The table erupted into laughter and Walter could
only shake his head and mutter to himself about that terrible, gossipy,
hometown doctor.

“Mercy is what I deliver
best, gentlemen,” said Ghost. He leaned down and opened the duffel bag. Cheers
and hearty smiles spread around the table as he passed out bottles of hard
booze, some assorted porno mags, and a couple knick-knacks the guys had
requested that were a challenge for them to acquire.