Dirty Mother (The Uncertain Saints MC Book 5)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  It was plain black.

  “This one,” I said.

  Ridley looked at me, looked at the helmet I’d chosen, then shook his head.

  Immediately his hand went to the one right next to the one I wanted, and I shook my head.

  “No?” he asked. “Hot or cold.”

  I smiled, shaking my head.

  “Get her the one with the green swirls,” Peek suggested from across the store.

  I shook my head again.

  “I don’t like that one,” I lied.

  I did, but I didn’t want it. It was three hundred dollars, and I still didn’t want to spend that much.

  “This one?” he asked, pointing to the flowered one.

  “Uh-uh,” I crossed my arms, trying not to crack the grin that was threatening the corners of my mouth.

  “This one?” he asked, finally pointing at the one I really wanted.

  My eyes must’ve lit or something because he grabbed it off the shelf, then immediately settled it onto my head.

  I looked in the mirror, then laughed at my ridiculousness.

  Admittedly, I did look pretty cute, but anybody would.

  However, I couldn’t get this one.

  I started to take it off, but he stopped me.

  “Let me get it,” he said. “You look good in it.”

  “You’re not paying for this,” I unvelcroed the strap.

  He stopped me once again.

  “I don’t think you realize it yet,” he said softly. “But you saved me by allowing me to leave that shithole a lot earlier than I expected. Let me get this for you. I owe you that.”

  The look in his eyes stopped me from arguing, and I nodded my head.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  He grinned and took my hand once again, leading me to the register.

  He grabbed a pair of sunglasses that were on display next to the register, and placed them on the counter.

  Then he reached forward and grabbed the price tag, ripping it easily off the helmet with such ease that I blinked.

  I always hurt my hand when I tried to do that, but he’d done it as if it hadn’t even fazed him.

  “That’ll be six hundred and two dollars,” the cashier said huskily.

  I glared at the girl, sending her death rays with my eyes as well as ‘back off’ vibes.

  She didn’t take the hint, leaning forward on the counter and handing him a pen as she did.

  The move made her breasts squish together, allowing her shirt to gape open with the movement.

  Ridley didn’t look.

  Not even a little bit.

  His eyes never strayed from the countertop as he signed the receipt, then handed it back to her while holding out his hand for the customer copy.

  The cashier gently laid it in his hand. He wadded it into a ball and shoved it into his pocket before grabbing the glasses and tugging me along behind him as we left the store.

  I had to practically run to keep up with him, but the smile I got from the rest of the guys when I came out of the shop’s front doors, being dragged by Ridley, was worth it.

  “I like that one,” Wolf muttered, turning his back on us and mounting his bike.

  He’d backed in directly beside Ridley, meaning he saw the smile that overtook my face when he looked over after cranking the bike up.

  Once we reached Ridley’s bike, he ripped the tag off the glasses that were in his hand, then held them up to the sun to inspect them for smudges.

  Once they passed inspection, he slipped them onto my face, pushing them in the middle to settle securely against my face.

  I smiled at him, and his eyes went from my mouth to my eyes, then back again.

  “Thank you,” I said to him.

  “You’re gonna wear a leather jacket,” he ordered.

  I blinked, looking at his vest.

  “Really?” I asked, touching the material.

  He snorted.

  “You won’t ever wear that,” he said. “That’s only for club members. I was talking about this one.”

  He pointed to the jacket that he’d pulled out of his saddle bags at some point.

  It was wrinkled, but nothing that wouldn’t straighten out once I had it on.

  Picking up the jacket, I slipped it onto my shoulders, surprised to see how well it fit.

  “Where’d you get this?” I asked.

  His lips tightened and he shook his head.

  My stomach dropped when Ridley turned without another word and mounted the bike, this time not offering his hand.

  Butterflies took flight in my belly as I mounted behind him, then scooted up until we were touching all over the place once again.

  This time, though, I felt like maybe I wasn’t wanted.

  And when I put my arms around his waist, his belly became so hard and unyielding that I instantly got the feeling that I should take my hands away.

  But when I tried, he stopped me before I could move by grabbing my wrist and forcibly holding me there until I got the point.

  Which I did…eventually.

  I wasn’t the least bit excited anymore. I was annoyed.

  And I had to endure another five hours on the back of his bike, when I could tell he didn’t want me there.

  Fucking perfect.

  Chapter 10

  We want to be adults so bad, that one day we’ll grow up and actually be them. And then wish we were kids again, because the adult life ain’t no fucking joke.

  -Ridley’s secret thoughts

  Ridley

  I could tell she was mad at me.

  Before we split off from the boys, I could sense the distance between us, even though we were as close as ever.

  Her body was still plastered to mine and had been for the last five hours.

  She’d only said one word to me the entire trip home and that was to say she’d needed to use the restroom an hour and a half ago.

  When I’d pulled over at a rest station, she’d gone inside and come back out in less than five minutes, not saying a thing the entire time.

  Now there we were, pulling up in front of her house.

  What did she do?

  She got off the bike, waved at me, then started walking to her front porch.

  She didn’t even look back over her shoulder.

  And then nothing.

  Not a thanks for the ride. Not a thanks for showing up. Nothing.

  “Hey!” I called her, stopping her in her tracks.

  She turned, taking her helmet off of her head as she did.

  Her hair was plastered to her head with sweat, and her eyes looked red.

  She’d lost the sunglasses at some point, too.

  When, I didn’t know, but I was sure I would be figuring it out.

  Very soon.

  “You forget something?” I asked her.

  “Oh, sorry,” she said, taking off the leather jacket and handing it to me. “Thanks.”

  Then she was turning around again and heading straight to her front door.

  Without another word.

  A. Fucking. Gain.

  I got off my bike then, heading straight for her.

  She made it into the house and had the door partially closed behind her before I stuck my boot in the door and stopped it from slamming closed.

  She didn’t even notice.

  She was too busy stripping her clothes off her body to hear me.

  She tossed the shirt on the floor by the front entrance, then her shoes by the back of the couch.

  And it was then that I realized that what I thought earlier of her place being tossed and searched was actually all Freya’s fault.

  She scattered papers as she passed, humming slightly as she did, then bent over and stripped off her pants, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

  “Stupid,” she growled, sweeping her hand in a sideways motion next to the sink, knocking all of her empty cups, plate
s, and bowls into the sink as she did.

  “Fucking stupid,” she continued, placing both of her hands on the counter in front of her, leaning in as she did.

  I smiled as I took in her panties.

  They said “Wednesday’ on them in bright pink letters.

  The funny thing was, was that today was actually Wednesday.

  “I’m so tired,” she whispered. “So tired.”

  It was then that I decided to make myself known.

  “You should be,” I said lightly.

  She whirled around, her blonde hair falling partially out of the ponytail that was still holding up her hair.

  Somewhat, anyway.

  Now it was holding up the back half of it. Lopsided.

  She looked fucking cute.

  So cute that I could barely keep my cock in check. It’d been raging for hours, and now I was expected to endure this, too?

  I couldn’t.

  Not anymore.

  I had to taste her. At least a little bit.

  Just. A. Taste.

  I had her pinned up against the kitchen counter one second and then we were rolling around on the floor the next.

  My knee wedged in between hers, and I fell in between her splayed thighs in the next breath.

  “Fuck,” I said the moment my hardened cock felt the heat of her pussy.

  Her tongue rubbed sensuously against mine, coaxing and baiting at the same time.

  Her fingernails clawed my back as I started to ground my cock into her.

  Her indrawn breath in the next second had me pulling back from her, watching as her body arched into mine.

  And then she came.

  A blush rushed up from her chest, starting at her collarbone and going all the way up to her hairline.

  “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “What the hell was that?”

  She looked genuinely confused.

  I stared at her like she’d grown a second head.

  “You don’t know what an orgasm is?” I asked her.

  She bit her lip.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she breathed. “And you never got close to me with anything but your cock…which was still in your pants, I might add.”

  I should’ve known then that she was a virgin.

  Not many people didn’t know what an orgasm ‘really’ felt like.

  Even if they did it on their own, most knew what it felt like.

  But, like the clueless dumbass I was, I ignored the warning signs.

  Such as how she blushed when she’d come.

  Or how she seemed genuinely clueless about what to do with her hands and legs.

  She had the kissing part down, however, and that was what I was focusing on when I started to work her panties down her legs.

  She lifted her ass, helping me along as I did.

  While she pulled her panties off the rest of the way, I worked my cock free of my pants, then grabbed my wallet and fished out the one and only condom from the inside pocket.

  I prayed that it wasn’t expired, but I would be using it anyway since my cock was now ruling all of my actions instead of my brain.

  I was frantic to be inside of her; my control having vanished with Freya’s clothes.

  And she wasn’t helping any.

  Each time I tried to gather some restraint, she’d use her nails. Or her mouth. Or her legs.

  Before long, it was all I could do to hold myself up as I got the condom situated and in place covering my cock.

  I made a mental note to talk to her about getting tested so we could ditch the condoms, but she made that thought—and any others—disappear when her legs pulled me in close.

  Once my cock touched the heat of her, I lost all ability to think.

  I slammed inside of her, not even realizing until too late that she was a virgin.

  “Fuck,” Freya hissed, arching her back, and not in a happy way.

  Her legs tightened on my ribs, and she started to push me away with her hands.

  I stayed there, fighting her hold, as I looked into her eyes.

  “You’re…” I croaked, leaning back so I could see her face. “What?”

  There were tears in her eyes.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, stilling my body and staring at her in dismay.

  Her lip quivered, and a lone tear slipped over.

  “Shit,” I said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the tear where it disappeared into her hairline.

  Her pussy clenched around me, making my heart skip a beat.

  Then she lifted her hips and I sank inside even further.

  “Goddammit,” I sank my head into the crook of her neck, trying to deep breathe to gain some control over the situation. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so rough.”

  She pulled on my hair, and I pulled back to look at her.

  The tears were gone, and in their place was understanding.

  “I’m okay,” she said.

  I swallowed thickly.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeated again.

  I had never been with a virgin. Not even my wife had been a virgin.

  We’d lost our virginities to each other’s best friends.

  She’d lost it to Davy Gains, my best friend since fourth grade. I’d lost mine to Haley Crow, her best friend since they were toddlers.

  It’d happened on the same night, too.

  So no, this was incredibly new to me.

  Even my first hadn’t been a virgin.

  But God, had I known Freya would be that tight, I would’ve had a completely different outlook on this night.

  On us.

  On her.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

  She shook her head frantically. “No.”

  “Can I move?” I asked.

  She shook her head again. “No.”

  I closed my eyes as I started to deep breathe.

  I was fairly sure if I didn’t get the chance to move sometime soon, my dick would literally fall off from lack of blood flow.

  I reversed our positions, rolling onto my back as I held onto her hips.

  She rolled with me, gasping as the move placed me impossibly deeper inside of her.

  Yet she proved once again that she was stronger than she appeared by starting to stand even though I didn’t want her to.

  “Stay,” I ordered her. “It’ll get better.”

  “It already is better,” she admitted softly, her blush overtaking her face.

  I moaned and let my arms fall behind me, my hands grasping onto the under ledge of the cabinetry that was next to my head.

  She hissed when I inadvertently arched upwards as I reached for the lip of the cabinet, and her eyes flared bright before she hesitantly started to move on top of me.

  I bit my lip and lifted my feet, giving her something to lean against as she started to move.

  “Lean back,” I ordered.

  She did, the movement allowing the lips of her sex to open, giving me the first good view of her pussy, as well as my cock stretching her tight.

  Her entrance seemed to strain to take my girth, and I could see the blood from her torn hymen each time she rose and fell on my cock.

  “Widen your legs, place both of your feet flat on the floor,” I instructed her as I ripped my shirt from my body. “Good girl, now use my knees to lean against as you lift yourself up and down on my hard cock.”

  She moaned.

  “Take your breasts out of your bra,” I ordered her. “Let me see them jiggle as you take me.”

  She lifted her hands, which had been resting on her legs, to her bra.

  Deftly she removed it, allowing those juicy globes to bounce free of their confinement.

  “Jesus,” I moaned, closing my eyes.

  My balls drew up tight to my body and I started reciting the pledge of Allegiance in my head.

  By the time I was on the pledge to the Texas fl
ag, I was redlining it.

  “God,” I said. “Please get yourself there.”

  She bit her lip, one hand going to a rosy nipple, and the other going to her clit.

  The muscles of my arms strained as I kept myself anchored in place as she started to touch herself.

  Her pussy clenched and I lost it.

  The come from my balls started to jet out of the tip of my cock, bathing the inside of the condom I was wearing, filling it so full I feared for it’s integrity.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Freya cried, her voice going so high that my ears started to ring. “Oh, God yes.”

  I growled loudly as the last dregs of my come poured from me, and then I saw stars when Freya came.

  Her tight sheath clamped down on me like it was forever going to keep me, pulling at me and massaging me, coaxing more come out of my dick than I had realized was possible.

  By the time she fell straight onto my chest, both of our breathing was erratic, and I was sweating so bad I stuck to the floor with each breath I took.

  “I think you broke me,” I told her, seriously sure that she had, indeed, broken me.

  My vision was hazy, and my head was resembling cotton candy.

  She lifted up onto one arm and stared down at me.

  “You broke me,” she said. “How am I supposed ever think about anything else again? You should fix me.”

  “The person that broke you can’t be the one to fix you,” I told her. “It doesn’t work like that.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me in reply.

  I laughed and rolled us, pinning her to the floor with my upper body while I withdrew my length from her.

  I held onto the condom as I pulled out, watching her face for any discomfort as I did.

  Luckily, all I saw was sadness as I pulled all the way out.

  “You have to fake it like the rest of us,” I told her. “Welcome to the land of the living.”

  She punched me in the chest, glaring hard at me.

  “You think I wasn’t in the land of the living?” she asked sourly.

  I narrowed my eyes.

  “How old are you?” I asked her. “We’ve covered everything from your favorite color to your high school teacher that you hated. Why don’t I know your birthday?”

  She pursed her lips.

  “I’m twenty-eight.”

  I blinked.

  “You’re…what?” I asked.

  There was no way she was late twenties. She looked twenty-two at most.