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Authors: Sienna Valentine
Vindication: A Motorcycle Club Romance
VINDICATION
SIENNA VALENTINE
Copyright © 2015 Sienna
Valentine
All rights reserved.
This is a work of
fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products
of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or
dead, is purely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
One – Ghost
Two
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Bridget
Three
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Ghost
Four
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Bridget
Five
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Ghost
Six
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Bridget
Seven
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Ghost
Eight
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Ghost
Nine – Bridget
Ten
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Ghost
Eleven
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Bridget
Twelve
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Ghost
Thirteen
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Bridget
Fourteen
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Bridget
Fifteen
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Ghost
Sixteen
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Bridget
Seventeen
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Ghost
Eighteen
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Bridget
Nineteen
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Ghost
Twenty
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Bridget
Epilogue
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Bridget
About the Author
Acknowledgements
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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.