Dirty Mother (The Uncertain Saints MC Book 5)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  The man didn’t answer me, his face a mask of agony as he strained on the bed.

  His left foot was just…meat.

  That’s all it resembled. Any evidence that it used to be a foot was no longer there.

  “He was pulled under by a gator,” the man that came with him into the department said. “I tried to stop the bleeding.”

  That would be the belt that was tied around his foot.

  “That was good thinking,” I said, moving to the side to let the doctor get a look at the mess.

  “He needs to go straight to surgery,” the surgeon said. “Frito, get him going.”

  I rolled my eyes at the doctor. “My name’s Freya, and you darn well know it.”

  The surgeon smiled at me. It was devastating, that smile of his.

  He could easily be a model with those good looks.

  But he also had those same looks for nearly everyone in the department

  “Yes, ma’am,” Dr. Chace said. “You allergic to anything?”

  And so it went, but I couldn’t get the eyes of the injured man’s friend off of me. Everywhere I went, his gaze followed me.

  By the time the patient was transferred to the OR, I had goosebumps running all over my skin as I took the man to the waiting room.

  “You can wait in here,” I said to the man. “They should call you on that red phone right there,” I indicated the phone with a pointed finger. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

  He came close…too close…and stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head.

  “No. I think that’s all I needed,” he said finally, taking a step back.

  My smile was tight as I backed up.

  “Okay,” I said. “Holler if you need anything.”

  “Oh, I will, baby. I definitely will,” he said, watching me go.

  I walked a little too fast to the elevators, and by the time I was back where I belonged, my heart was beating way too fast.

  It was a combination of the exertion and his creepy stare that had my heart palpitating.

  “Whoa,” Kelsey said. “Slow down.”

  “Shit,” I said. “Sorry.”

  Kelsey looked at me.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  I looked down at her hands.

  She had both of our jackets in her hands, as well as my purse and hers.

  “Oh,” I said. “It’s time to leave already?”

  Kelsey had proven to be a great new friend over the last couple of days. We’d been here for two weeks, in total, and each day went by so fast that I barely had time to think about it, let alone stare at the clock like I used to do at my old job.

  “Yep,” Kelsey said. “I can’t believe we’re already done.”

  “Yeah, me either, but it’s nice that they got it all worked out. The nurses deserve it,” I offered my opinion.

  The strike had been resolved, and all parties were now happy.

  They’d be returning to work tomorrow, and our contracts would be paid out to the end of the month even though we’d only spent half of our time there.

  “That man that you took to the waiting room is following you.”

  I looked surreptitiously behind my back and winced.

  He sure had followed.

  He’d gone down the stairs though, making me think I was doing good with my getaway.

  “He’s freakin’ me out,” I said, putting the coat on she’d handed me and holding my hand out for our purses.

  She handed them to me and followed suit with her own jacket.

  Handing over her purse, I slung mine over my shoulder and started out the side door that led to the parking lot.

  My head was down as I casually tossed glances behind me at the man who was following me, meaning I didn’t see the one in front of me until I face planted into him.

  “Oomph,” I said when my face hit the brick wall of his chest.

  Kelsey gasped and tried to tug me back, but the brick wall enclosed me in thick arms that wrapped around my waist and held me tight.

  “Mine,” the brick wall said.

  I gasped, my eyes lifting to see that Ridley was the brick wall of a man that I was now plastered up against.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. “And what do you mean, ‘mine?’”

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  Kelsey stopped tugging me.

  “Freya?” she asked me worriedly.

  I sighed.

  “He’s mine,” I allowed. “Well, not really mine, but still kind of mine. We’ve…well, um…shit.”

  “We’ve fucked?” Ridley asked, a smile in his voice. “Were those the words you were trying to get out?”

  I glared at him.

  “You didn’t have to say it so vulgarly,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

  He smiled at me, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness.

  Then the door opened behind us, and he was no longer smiling.

  He was cursing.

  He pushed me back behind him, then reached for Kelsey to push her behind me, and put his body in front of whatever had come out the door.

  I looked up and saw the man who had followed me down.

  “Shit,” I said. “Ridley…”

  “Shh,” he hissed. “Not another word while I talk to Hanson. Boys.”

  Then, with the mention of that name, we were no longer alone.

  Bodies started to fill the area around us, all of them large and in shape.

  All of them with the same leather cuts on that Ridley had on.

  His club.

  We were surrounded.

  They surrounded us on all sides, and my heart started to pound for a different reason now.

  He’d come for me and had brought his club with him.

  I wasn’t sure how he knew the guy who’d followed us out, but he did.

  And I suddenly became very thankful that Ridley had come.

  Had he not, that man might have followed us out and done more than just creep me out and follow us.

  The bodies pushed me and Kelsey backwards until we were a good fifteen feet away from Ridley and the man who I now realized must’ve been Hanson.

  The name Ridley had said about two seconds before the buff, badass biker blockade had surrounded us.

  “What’s going on?” Kelsey asked.

  I shook my head. “No clue.”

  “Shh,” she said. “Listen.”

  I listened, trying to peek through a gap in between the bodies.

  “What are you doing here?” Ridley asked.

  “What are you doing here?” Hanson countered. “I was here first. Been here for over two weeks.”

  Ridley growled. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

  “Why?” he asked. “You were the one who left her. I watched.”

  My brows furrowed.

  “What?” I asked, trying to push through the bodies holding me back.

  They pushed closer together, an impenetrable wall of men, preventing me from moving forward and effectively closing me off from the rest of their conversation.

  “I can’t hear anymore,” I said. “What’d he say?”

  Kelsey strained forward until she could see over the bodies.

  I looked over and saw her standing on the bumper of her car, and the visual she made nearly had me laughing out loud.

  I didn’t, though, but I did follow her lead.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Ridley said. “She’s mine. Not yours. Keep your fucking eyes and hands away from her. Go now.”

  “This is a free country.”

  “Fine, then we’ll leave,” Ridley said.

  Ridley turned, giving Hanson his back, and walked towards me.

  His eyes were all for me, not anybody around us, as he walked with purpose in my direction.

  His eyes were pinned to mine, and I accidentally leaned forward into the man in front of me to ca
tch my balance.

  Ridley’s eyes narrowed and I yanked my hand away.

  “Shit,” I said. “Sorry, Peek.”

  Peek chuckled and moved away, giving Ridley access to me without asking.

  “Ridley…,” I said.

  “Not another word. You drive?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No. I rode with Kelsey.” I pointed to Kelsey’s car that I was still standing on.

  The car bounced when Kelsey hopped down.

  When I started to follow suit, Ridley’s arms went around me and pulled me into his chest.

  I looked into his eyes warily.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “We’ll go to where you’re staying. I’ll tell you there,” he said.

  I bit my lip to hold in the denial that sprung to my lips.

  “Fine,” I said. “Kelsey…”

  “You’re riding with me,” Ridley ordered, pulling me in the direction of his bike.

  I turned my glare back on him before I turned back to Kelsey. “I’ll see you back at the hotel.”

  Kelsey nodded, her eyes wide, and then she smiled.

  “I’ll probably see you tomorrow at the earliest,” she amended.

  For some reason, I believed her.

  Ridley, though, proved to be nothing but effective.

  And entertaining.

  And sexy.

  I could go on, but I won’t.

  ***

  The silence was deafening.

  You know the kind.

  The type where you can hear the spin of the fan above your head or when you can hear the low hum of electricity.

  This silence was charged, though.

  I could feel it.

  He hadn’t said a word since I’d led him into where I’d been staying.

  He looked around, unsurprised.

  I went to the closet and stripped out of my clothes, soiled as they were in blood and other things.

  It was almost automatic, having done the same thing for the last week.

  It was when I had my top off and I was about to lose my bra next when I realized what I was doing.

  “Don’t stop,” Ridley’s deep voice whispered from behind me.

  He was so close that I felt his breath on my shoulder, but not one single part of him was touching me.

  All the anger I was feeling since he’d screwed me, taken my virginity, and then left me without another word started to boil over, and I whirled around and hissed at him.

  “Get away from me,” I demanded.

  I lifted my hands up to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

  He didn’t even rock.

  So I chose to step back and scoot around him.

  I got maybe an inch out of my spot when his hands went to my hips, stilling my movement before I realized he’d stopped me.

  “Don’t touch me,” I said, pushing him again.

  He still didn’t move.

  Balling my hand into a fist, I pounded him good and hard on his chest.

  “Get your hands off me!” I screamed.

  I probably sounded like a shrew, but at this point I didn’t really care.

  The person in the room next to mine pounded on the wall, and I turned my glare to the wall and growled.

  “That’s fucking it!” I yelled at the wall and the offending man who always banged on my wall when I was being loud. “I fucking scream once and you get mad? Do you know what I have put up with from you and your fucking woman this last week?”

  I picked up the first thing I could find, which happened to be the remote control, and threw it across the room.

  It crashed against the wall, pieces of the remote exploding all around the room.

  When Ridley had the gall to chuckle, I returned my glare to him.

  “Why the fuck are you here right now?” I asked him. “Why? Leave me alone.”

  His eyes narrowed at my words.

  He wasn’t used to me cussing.

  Well, I wasn’t used to being this mad!

  “I said don’t touch me!” I slapped his hand when it started to move further up my back.

  He ignored me.

  “No means no, Lee!” I wiggled, the shortening of his name rolled off my tongue almost reflexively.

  The use of the nickname caused his eyes to glow with an inner light that I couldn’t quite gauge, and I tried to take a step back.

  All I managed to do was lose my balance as my feet tangled with the shoes I’d just taken off.

  I started to fall and Ridley caught me, bringing me into his chest and slamming his mouth down on my own.

  My anger was quickly becoming unmanageable.

  So I did what any sane woman would do.

  I channeled that anger into the kiss, biting Ridley’s lip hard enough for him to jerk back in surprise and pain.

  His eyes were on fire when he leaned forward, this time picking me up and backpedaling towards the bed.

  He sat down when his knees hit the bed, and I fell forward when he laid back.

  The entire time our lips stayed connected.

  When I tried to pull away, his hand came to the back of my head, holding me in place.

  In reality, though, he wasn’t forcing me to do anything.

  I could’ve stopped kissing him.

  I could’ve really struggled.

  I could’ve done a lot of things.

  Did I?

  Hell no.

  Instead, we kept kissing while I roughly shoved his shirt up, exposing his rock hard abs, and raked my fingernails down his chest all the way down to his belt buckle.

  He bucked against me, his cock pressing into my pubic bone as he did.

  “Fuck,” came between kisses. “Do it again.”

  I didn’t.

  This time I reached up and grabbed his hair, yanking it roughly to the side so our lips disengaged.

  Then I trailed my lips down his neck, biting and nipping along the way to his collarbone.

  His hands went to my hips then, holding me in place while he pushed up into me.

  I pushed down, grinding down into him as he bucked up, circling my hips and making him move faster.

  I sucked on his skin, pulling it between my teeth and pulling hard with all the suction I could muster.

  It probably hurt, but the only response I received from him was him rolling us so I was on the bottom.

  He let me have his neck while he ripped my panties from my legs.

  My body jerked and I gasped, letting his skin go as he started to frantically unbuckle his belt.

  I undid the front closure of my bra, letting my breasts spill free, and he growled.

  His mouth went to one nipple as his belt buckle finally came free, the cool metal banging into the inside of my thigh.

  Then he shoved his pants down low enough that his cock popped free.

  His balls were pushed up under his cock, making it look even more massive than I remembered.

  A shiver of fear rocked through my body, and he grinned at me before lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly easing inside.

  I was happy he’d given me that, even though we were both angry.

  He knew he was big, and I sure as hell knew.

  It didn’t matter that I was a virgin before him.

  I’d seen plenty of cocks.

  I was a nurse.

  I was an adult.

  I’d watched porn for Christ’s sake.

  And I knew a big cock when I saw one.

  Ridley’s was bigger than most…I’d guess he had to be at least a few inches bigger than my vibrator, and no less.

  Seriously, he was huge.

  He wasn’t just long, he was thick, too.

  So even though I’d used a vibrator all week thinking about him, it still burned when he slowly eased inside of me.

  I arched my chest, throwing my head back when he slipped inside
me fully, coming to a stop when his cock head kissed the entrance to my womb.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  I nodded, biting my lip to hold the scream inside as he pulled out.

  With his eyes on mine the whole time, he slammed inside.

  I couldn’t hold the scream in, then.

  It was literally impossible.

  It was forced out of me when his cock rammed into me.

  I held onto his shoulders, curling my arms under his arm as I did, and tucking my head into his chest.

  His hands curled under my thighs, pushing them both back and up so they rested nearly against the mattress beneath my back.

  His powerful thrusts had me moaning, my eyes were closed, and the only thing I saw were bright lights as the bliss pulsing through my body started to build to a crescendo.

  “Fuck yes,” I breathed.

  “You like my cock filling you?” he asked. “I like it.”

  “I’m still mad at you,” I told him, opening my eyes to see those beautiful eyes boring into my soul.

  “I’m mad at you, too. So we’re even,” he countered.

  His mouth slammed back down to mine, and his beard started to irritate my skin where it rubbed along the side of my neck and chin.

  I didn’t stop him, though.

  I couldn’t.

  Not with what he was doing to my body…and my soul.

  “Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

  I didn’t know what I was asking for, and he didn’t stop what he was doing.

  His cock was moving at the same rate.

  My nipples continued to play against his chest hair.

  My knees continued to be pushed up to my ears.

  But suddenly it was all too much.

  The pleasure finally exploded inside of me.

  He came up off me with a growl, pushing himself up onto his hands and took me even rougher.

  My orgasm turned into something of sheer beauty as it took over my body.

  I hadn’t realized I was screaming until I stopped.

  Ridley cursed, and hot splashes of his come filled me up to the breaking point.

  “Goddamn,” he said through a grunt. “So fucking good. Fuck.”

  I watched his face as the last of his release left him, studying the fine lines of his face. The laugh lines around his eyes. The beard that looked almost red in the setting sun that streamed in through the blinds.

  “Your beard has red in it,” I whispered to him.

  He grinned.

  “I know,” he said. “Used to be blonde.”