Connors' Devils (Devil's Riot MC Book 5)

by E. C. Land

  But the boogeyman said he was gonna hurt my mommy, Logan signs.

  “No one is gonna hurt her or you. You, little man, don’t need to worry about the boogeyman or anyone else again. Dragon and I won’t let anyone hurt either of you. Got me?” Gadget says, reaching over and ruffling Logan’s hair.

  I can barely breathe throughout their exchange let alone speak. These two men are the complete opposite of all I’ve ever known about men. Most are pigs that want one thing and if you don’t give it up, they look somewhere else. Nick did, and I didn’t even want to give myself to him. It just happened. And now these two men slowly ingrain themselves into my life, whether through the women of the club that I’ve become somewhat friends with or by coming to the hospital for some reason or another. Not to mention they’ve been getting to know my son.

  My thoughts are so jumbled right now and, unfortunately, I need to go to work. Thankfully, I’ve already emailed HR regarding time off. I don’t want to deal with other people's problems right now. I have enough to deal with here.

  Can’t I simply stay in this bed next to my son all the while staring at these two wonderful men as they ease Logan’s fears? If only. I know one thing for sure— these last few moments have really put a crack in the wall I’ve built around myself and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

  Do I throw caution to the wind, say fuck it, and let Gadget and Dragon into our lives? Or halt any further advances they come at me with? Now, that might be hard because they both can seriously kiss better than I ever imagined a kiss could be.

  11

  Dragon

  From the moment I heard that motherfucker’s voice outside the house earlier, a raging fire has filled my veins. I want nothing more than to find the fucker and give him a taste of what it means to be called a dragon. He may be part of the Dragons Fire MC, but he has nothing on me.

  Where he’s done nothing but be a controlling, abusive, living nightmare to our woman, along with hurting others to be part of their pussy ass club who hide behind momma’s tit, I’ve gone to war and earned my name. Same as I earned each of my scars.

  Now, as I sit here staring at the very woman both Gadget and I claim as ours, I can feel everything I’ve buried deep inside wanting to erupt. No one other than a few of my brothers have ever seen me blow. Yeah, I’ve hurt and killed for my club. It’s what I do. But I’ve always held back to a point.

  “W-Wh-Why do pee-ple all y-ou Dagon?” Logan asks, gaining my attention back to him.

  Smiling, I clear my voice. “Because when I’m mad, I turn into the Paiste,” I say as gently as my voice will go.

  “W-What’s tat?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

  “It’s a mythical dragon from Irish lore my mam used to tell us about when we were just your age. It stuck with me,” I say, laughing as the memory comes to the forefront of my mind. Growing up, I was fascinated by the folklore of my mam’s heritage that I’d sit for hours reading about it. Especially if it was about the wyrms or sea serpents of Ireland.

  Furrowing his brow, Logan looks to be contemplating what I said, then looks to my brother and asks him the same question. This is the most either of us have heard him use his voice. In the afterschool program, he prefers to sign instead. It’s good to see him comfortable laying against his momma and using his voice.

  Smirking, I look away from Logan to his momma to see her lost in her own mind. Is she uncomfortable with the two of us in her bed with them? I hope not. One day soon, I hope that Gadget and I share this bed with her. It’s big enough, that’s for sure.

  Gadget’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. “Dragon actually gave me my name. See, I’ve always had a thing for electronics, building sh— things. One day, I’d built a two-way radio that went up to ten miles, which at the time was a big deal to the two of us. Dragon here said, “Dang, bro, you can make all sorts of gadgets, can’t ya?” So, it stuck. I became Gadget from that day forward. My real name is Casey, though.”

  “What’s your real name, Dragon?” Doc finally speaks up quietly.

  “Dagen.”

  “Gadget said that before. I didn’t realize it was your real name,” she says.

  “It’s Irish, baby,” Gadget says, smiling. Through our bond with each other I can feel his emotions are in as much turmoil as my own.

  “Oh, so is that why you use a different language for some words, like what is ‘mo chroí’?” she asks.

  “It means ‘my heart’ or ‘my beloved’,” I say, answering her question and seeing the stunned look on her face before glancing down at Logan, who has the biggest smile on his.

  She doesn’t say another word but rather looks at the clock on the nightstand. Mumbling to herself, she looks down at Logan. “Kiddo, momma has to get ready to go to work. You gonna be good for Aunt Em today at the shop?”

  “We can keep him with us,” I say without hesitation.

  “I couldn’t ask you guys to do that. Besides, Gadget is supposed to be in bed resting.”

  “You’re not asking, baby, we’re offering. We can hang out here, little man can play with his toys, and I promise to rest,” Gadget says all the while doing that whole cross your heart bullshit. I can’t help but chuckle.

  Doc seems to contemplate her options before looking down at her son, who’s nodding his head enthusiastically waiting for her to say yes.

  Sighing, Doc nods her head in agreement. “Fine, but only if you swear to relax and not overexert yourself. I mean it, Gadget. Your injury wasn’t some minor thing like a bruise. You had a bullet removed from your chest,” she says, giving the both of us a stern look. And as much as it shouldn’t right now, especially with Logan next to her, that turns me the fuck on. I’d love nothing more than to wipe it off her face while putting one of lust in its place.

  “I swear, Doc, I will make Gadget relax and chill for the remainder of the day. Logan can help me take care of him. What do you say, little man?” I say reassuringly, or at least try to. My voice becomes gruff to the point it’s painful to speak. It hurts like liquid fire is being poured down my throat.

  Logan smiles and nods his head while turning to face his momma. I promise to be good and help take care of Gadget like you do at work, Momma. Please? he signs, giving Doc puppy dog eyes. I inwardly chuckle at how precious this kid is to me. He may not be mine, but I’ll damn sure fight through hell for him.

  “Fine, but you have to behave yourself and careful not to hurt Gadget and listen to Dragon,” Connors says to Logan in a firm yet sweet voice.

  “Pomise,” he says right before throwing himself at her.

  “Okay, then, I need everyone to go to the other room so I can get ready for work,” she says, standing from the bed and helps Logan.

  He quickly runs out of the room, I’m betting to tell his aunt about spending the day with Gadget and myself.

  Gadget and I are slower to leave the room. Rather than walking to the door, we both surround her. Gadget steps up behind her, pulling her back flush against his chest as I press myself to her front.

  Her breathing becomes heavier before I even place my lips to hers.

  “Have a good day at work, mo chroí. When you get home, the three of us will talk. I’m sure you have questions, same as us and we’ll get to them this evening,” I say, my mouth hovering over hers. After pressing my lips to hers gently, showing her with my touch how much I want her, I turn her to face Gadget and let him do the same.

  I don’t think either of us could go back to not touching her, not after knowing the way her mouth tastes. Connors’ mouth is better than I ever imagined and I sure as fuck imagined her anytime Gadget and I needed to get our rocks off. Now, we’d both die before losing her.

  12

  Connors

  Why did I have to come to work? I wish like hell right now that I could’ve stayed home with not just my son but the two men who are at this very moment in my house. My mind is a jumbled mess, especially after the kiss they both gave me before I got ready to leave to come
here. Ugh!

  “Doctor Connors, are you okay?” Jordan asks as I make my way to the nurse’s station. I just finished my first set of rounds and I can’t seem to get my head on straight, which in my line of work is never a good thing. Not when you have to worry about whether the patient is being treated right. One misstep and it could mean a patient’s life.

  “Yeah, sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now,” I tell her as I place the chart for my last patient on the desk for one of the nurses to log in for me. With my rounds finished, I need to head down to the Emergency Room and help out. With it being a small-town hospital, we all take turns working the ER.

  “Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here,” Jordan says shyly. Turning my head in her direction, I give her smile. She hasn’t been here long, maybe a month or two, and probably hasn’t made many friends.

  “Thanks, Jordan,” I reply sincerely. “Maybe we can get together one day soon and become friends.”

  “I’d like that. Since moving here, I haven’t made any yet. It’s work and home to sleep only to repeat the day all over again. Even my days off are filled with work,” she says, grimacing as she relays the last part.

  “Why do you work so much?” I ask without thinking.

  “Oh, umm, I have to help take care of my family.” Whispering, her face turns red as she directs her eyes away from me. Something about the way she says it doesn’t seem right to me.

  “Well, the next time you're able to, we can go get a coffee or something. I’m hoping to be off for a month or so coming up soon, so I’ll be available anytime while my son is at school.”

  “Thank you, Doctor Connors. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Maybe we can grab a cup of coffee one day before work even.”

  “Sure, here, let me see your phone. I’ll put my number in there and you can call or text me anytime,” I tell her, holding my hand out for her phone. Something about her makes me want to find out her story. Maybe it’s her eyes that remind me so much of the two men who’ve taken over my thoughts or the fact she seems so distrusting of people around her when she thinks no one is looking.

  Once I enter my number, I hand it back to her, telling her to page me if they need me back up here. You never know what will come into the ER, especially on a full moon. Just like the saying, with the full moon comes the crazies, well, it’s true for the ER. I’ve seen people come in with anything from a cough to being shot on a full moon. The craziest shit was when a man came in complaining that his penis hurt. Turned out he had poison ivy on his junk. How the hell do you do that anyway?

  Shaking my head, I clear it of all thoughts. I’ll worry about everything else when I get off.

  Thank God my shift is almost over with. It’s been one hell of a day. We were packed in the ER and I barely even had time to check on my patients on other floors. On top of all that, I haven’t eaten anything today and I’m starving. I swear, I could eat an elephant right now and still be hungry. Okay, that’s exaggerating a bit, but dammit I become hangry when I don’t eat like I’m supposed to. Emerson likes to call me the Queen B of food. I love to eat yet I don’t ever gain weight. Doesn’t mean I’m exactly skinny either. I have flaws I hate about myself such as my stretch marks and the burn marks and scars on my body. The one thing I love about my body is my curves. They’re in all the right places and even though I’ve had a baby, my boobs are still full and perky. Guess it’s to compensate for the fact I have no ass. Nope, none, completely flat on the backside.

  Which makes me wonder what Dragon and Gadget see in me. Granted, they haven’t seen me without clothes and will probably run the other way when they do. The brand Nick gave me isn’t pretty and neither are the rest of my scars. Maybe I should just strip naked and get the horrified looks out of the way. One look and they’ll turn their backs in a heartbeat.

  “Doctor Connors?” Lauren, the head nurse for the Emergency Room, calls out to me.

  “Yes,” I turn back to her.

  “I’m sorry, I know you’re ready to go and I won’t keep you, but a patient left something behind earlier with your name on it,” she says, handing me an envelope.

  Furrowing my brows, I take it from her. “Which patient’s room?”

  “Umm, it was in one of the rooms Doctor Kinley took.”

  “Oh okay, well, thank you. I’ll just look at this when I get home,” I say as I turn to go to the locker rooms to change out of my scrubs.

  I change and head home, ready to see my son, but I’m not looking forward to the talk with the guys. I’m confused more than anything. I’m not sure what they want, but if I’m honest with myself, I hope they want me for me. Maybe even love me for who I am.

  13

  Gadget

  “Laying around is for the fuckin’ birds,” I grumble from where I’d been sitting most of the day. I’m not used to this shit. I’ve always been on the go, even if it was working at my computers, I was doing something. Not just sitting on my ass staring at a TV and watching Power Rangers. Don’t get me wrong, those guys kick ass. It’s awesome that Logan likes to watch the original ones, well, all of them really, but Dragon was able to convince him to go old school today.

  Hell, I would have preferred to sit on the floor and play with Hot Wheels and Legos instead of just sitting here, but Logan took his job seriously like he told his momma he would and helped Dragon take care of me. Meaning anytime I moved, he was right there. I wouldn’t change it for the world, but damn, I need something to fuckin’ do besides be a couch potato, or I should say recliner muncher.

  Tapping on my arm pulls me from my thoughts. Turning my eyes from where they’d been glued to the TV, I smile at Logan. “What’s up, buddy?”

  Can I sit with you? he signs.

  “You don’t even have to ask, little man,” I tell him, holding my arms open to help him up. Once he’s situated in my lap, not touching where I’m hurt, Logan turns so he’s able to see my face. Besides holding one of Thorn’s twins or Horse’s kid, JC, I’ve never held a child before and right now it makes me wonder what it would feel like to hold a baby of my own. One with Connors. To see a child share her features mixed with mine and Dragon’s fills me with joy. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s Dragon’s or mine. Same with this child I’m holding now. I watch as his eyes begin to droop. Logan may not be either of ours by blood, but he’s Connors, meaning he’s ours all the same.

  With Logan asleep in my arms, I finally relax somewhat. I might hate sitting still but I wouldn’t change this for nothing. Who wouldn’t enjoy kicking back relaxing with a child? Time can stop for all I care.

  Closing my eyes, I decide to join Logan in a nap.

  The sound of the front door opening and closing draws me from my sleep. Cracking my eyes open, I spot Connors taking her shoes off by the door. Damn, I didn’t mean to sleep the day away. Keeping my eyes on her, I move to sit up. Listening around the house, there’s noise coming from the kitchen. My guess is Dragon and Logan must be in there fixing dinner together.

  “Hey, how are you feeling?” Connors asks as I stand to stretch, wincing when I pull on my stitches.

  “Hey, baby. I’m good. Didn’t mean to sleep so damn long.” Moving to her, I pull her against me and give her a kiss. At her moan, I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue in her mouth. Connors’s arms go around my neck, pulling me closer.

  When I pull back, we’re both breathless. I place my forehead against hers and stare into her eyes.

  “Wow,” she whispers, barely audible.

  “Yeah, wow is right, babe. That’s some set of lips you have there,” I say, pressing my lips against hers again, giving her another quick kiss.

  “M . . . mo . . . ma,” Logan’s voice yells as he runs into the room with Dragon right behind him, a smile on his face as he stares at our woman.

  “Hey baby, did you have a good day? Were you good for Dragon and Gadget today?” Connors asks her son as she pulls him into her arms and hugs him.

  Pulling back, Logan begins to sign,
I had a great day. We watched Power Rangers all day and played Legos and Hot Wheels and I got to lay with Gadget while we took a nap. Then me and Dragon started dinner and he let me help.

  “That’s great, sweetie. What did you cook for dinner? I’m starving,” she asks just as her stomach growls loud enough we all hear it. Furrowing my brows, I wonder when she ate last. With the commotion this morning, I don’t think she ate before leaving for work. If she did, it must’ve been before I got up.

  Logan’s laughter fills the room as he signs, You’re always hungry, Mommy.

  “Logan and I made steaks, baked potatoes, and green beans. I hope that’s okay,” Dragon rasps as he ruffles Logan’s hair and he moves in to give Connors a kiss as I did when she got home. Keeping my eyes on her, I notice how her body reacts to his touch. Damn, the sight makes me hard as a rock. She wants him just as much as she wants me.

  Good.

  Clearing her throat, Connors takes a step back, smiling. “That sounds good actually,” she says, looking between the both of us.

  “Well, come on and let’s eat,” Dragon smirks.

  Watching my brother interact with our woman is a new experience for me, along with feeling it through our bond. He’s happy and I intend to keep him that way. Same as he would do for me.

  And in simple words, the three of us can make this work easy. All Connors needs to do is agree to be our ol’ lady. Then eventually say ‘yes’ to marrying the two of us. Doesn’t matter which one she’s legally married to, she’d have both our last name on paper and our ink on her body when she’s ready.

  Right now, though, I need to find out where her head’s at with everything. Once Logan’s asleep, we’ll all sit and talk. Thankfully, Emerson said she was gonna stay at a friend’s house tonight to give us all some privacy, which is something we need for what I hope we’ll be doing later. Might not be getting my rocks off, and I could care less about that. All I want is to hold her between Dragon and myself.