Vindication: A Motorcycle Club Romance (10 page)

“I’m going to cum,” she said in a
broken whisper.

The gorgeous biker only bit gently at
the nipple in his mouth and pushed his fingers in her deeper, harder. Bridget
let out a long moan as her orgasm washed over her like a flash flood. Her body
spasmed like someone had hit her with a taser, and she held onto Ghost’s
shoulders as he lifted his head to watch her cum like he wanted. His fingers
never left her pussy, only kept fucking her until she aftershocked twice more,
and collapsed on the floor underneath him.

Ghost carefully pulled his fingers
out from her and brought them to his mouth. He licked them off with a satisfied
moan and stared at her as she panted, beaming up at him, while he undressed
himself. Bridget could only lay there and eat up the view in front of her: his
gorgeous, pale body was ripped from shoulders to ankles, chest hairless but
tattooed, his pubic area dark but well-groomed. Springing out from his hips,
his smooth, pink cock looked at least eight inches long, maybe longer, and
thicker around at the body than the head.

Ghost stroked himself twice as he
looked down at her, clearly enjoying the feeling of being desired as much as
she was. He knelt back down and hovered over her to kiss her. Bridget pulled
him close and ran her hands over the bare, warm skin of his back, his muscles
rippling under her palms. She could feel the head of his cock teasing at her
pussy, and she was aching for it.

Ghost leaned back and dug a condom
out of his cut pocket. He rolled it on and returned to lay over Bridget. He
took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head over her pussy lips once, twice,
three times, gathering its sweet wetness. When he finally stopped teasing and
pushed inside of her, Bridget thought she would pass out from the pleasure of
it all. Ghost’s thick cock filled her up, pushed deep inside until he was in
her completely.

“Oh, God!” she screamed and arched
against him.

Ghost held Bridget tight as he began
to thrust, slowly at first, then adding more and more power. His rhythm was
relentless, flawless, pounding into her without stopping or losing his way as
one hand tangled in her long blonde hair, and the other gripped her ass and
held her against him. His frantic moans against her neck sent shivers down her
spine.

“Fuck, Bridget, you’re going to make
me cum,” said Ghost. “Cum with me.”

Ghost tightened his grasp on her hair
and drove harder into her. Bridget closed her eyes and could feel nothing but
Ghost, the sweet pressure of his hard cock, the heat of his breath on her
sweat-soaked skin, and the wet hunger of his tongue on her neck. She screamed
his name when she came, shuddering underneath him and around his cock. Ghost
bit hard into her shoulder as he pumped his seed inside her, burying himself
deep in her pussy until he was spent.

It seemed an eternity before Bridget
finally came down from the high of her multiple orgasms. Ghost collapsed on top
of her, panting and sweating, planting little kisses along the side of her face
absentmindedly. His cock was still half-hard inside her, twitching and teasing
her sensitive pussy, making her hiccup with tiny moans.

“You’re incredible,” he said. “I hope
there’s more of this for dessert.”

~
TEN ~

Ghost

When Bridget led him, naked and glowing in post-orgasm
bliss, to a table chock full of fine meats and cheeses, Ghost knew then that he
had died somewhere on the way to Bridget’s house and arrived in actual
Valhalla. He growled in ecstasy and wrapped his arms around her in a playful
bear hug as she giggled and squirmed underneath. He could tell by the way her
body tensed up at cutesy romantic intimacy—but not the heated intimacy of
sex—that she wasn’t used to playing around and having fun with men.

“This is incredible,” he said as he
lowered a thin piece of some glorious-tasting meat into his mouth. “You’re
incredible.”

Bridget gave him a funny look as she
poured them both a glass of dark red wine. “This is, like, thirty bucks’ worth
of food from the grocery store. You’re easily impressed.”

“Oh, it’s not the cost of the thing,
babe,” he said, taking his wine with a clink against her glass. “It’s the
presentation. It’s that the universe has unfolded in such a way that I get to
wash the delicious taste of you off my tongue with the finest meats and cheeses
this side of Sicily. You built a masterpiece of an evening.”

“Technically, the first course was
your
fault,” she said with a smirk and wrapped her hand around his back.

“Guilty,” he said. “And unrepentant.”

After Bridget rescued her flowers
from the foyer floor and moved them to a vase, they gathered up their clothes
and threw a few pieces back on. At the request of his beautiful companion,
Ghost was all too happy to keep his shirt off. They fixed plates of food and
returned to Bridget’s couch with their meals, lazily picking at grapes and
cheese like Roman emperors. A few candles flickered on the entertainment center,
a soothing light in the descending darkness of the evening outside.

With his arm around her shoulder,
Bridget relaxed against Ghost’s bare chest, running her fingers absentmindedly
around the curves of his muscles. A few times she made him shiver and she
laughed against his skin.

“You’re a lot of fun,” she said.

“Ditto,” said Ghost, and kissed the
top of her head. “I knew you would be from the moment I saw you.”

“And I knew you’d be trouble from the
moment I saw you.”

“See? It’s like a fairy tale.”

Bridget giggled. “For my Thursday
evening to go from no plans to body-rocking orgasms on my foyer floor? Sure,
I’ll call that a fairy tale. I’m glad you came back early.”

She didn’t mean it, but Bridget’s
words broke the bubble in Ghost’s mind, keeping the rest of his world at bay.
Thoughts of Tommy and Lucero flooded in, and it must have instantly changed
something in the way he felt underneath her skin, because Bridget picked up on
it right away.

“Do you wanna talk about what
happened?” she said.

Ghost sighed. “Not really, but I
probably should. Best not to hold things in, they say.”

“Who says?”

“I don’t know, doctors? People?
Someone.”

“So what happened?”

He went quiet while he tried to
gather the words, and tiptoe around the more legally incriminating parts of the
story. Not that he thought Bridget would cause him trouble, but he didn’t want
to bring any down on her, either. “Me and a few of the guys from the club were
up in Eagleton helping out another charter this week, that’s where I was. We
were supposed to make this drive out from Eagleton to a place called Burling,
and there was an accident. Two of my guys got injured.”

Bridget lifted her head up from his
chest with a worried look on her face. “Oh, Ghost. I’m so sorry. Are they going
to be okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing her hair.
“One’s just got a busted arm, and the other… well, Tommy is hurt pretty bad.
But the doctors said he’s not going to die. Or at least, they think he’s not
going to die.” He took a deep breath. “I guess doctors can be idiots and
assholes like the rest of us.”

“No wonder you’re so down,” she said.
She rubbed a palm gently over his chest.

“The worst part is it didn’t have to
happen. One of the guys from the other charter was high on the drive, and he
blacked the fuck out behind the wheel,” said Ghost, anger rising in his voice.
“I should have stopped him, but I didn’t.”

“Jesus,” said Bridget.

Ghost looked at the heavy expression
on her face and pulled her close for a kiss. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill the
mood.”

“No, I’m the one who asked. I’m sorry
you’re dealing with all of this. Is the guy who caused the wreck going to
prison?”

“Hell no,” said Ghost. “That’s not
how this works. It’s a club matter. We handle it internally. We don’t deal with
the law.”

“What happens to him, then?”

“I don’t know,” said Ghost. “They
took him after the accident, too, and I haven’t seen him since. They haven’t
told me what’s going to happen.” He kissed her head. “I’m sure I’ll find out
soon.”

“I hope he fucking pays for it,” she
said in a mean little voice against his skin.

Ghost smirked and bent his head to
look down and catch her eye. Bridget looked up. “What?” she said.

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t
you? I love it.”

“What?” said Bridget with a
self-effacing laugh. “He
should
pay for it!”

“Some people would say we should be
forgiving,” said Ghost mockingly.

“Fuck that,” said Bridget. “Then
those people can forgive him.”

Ghost laughed and wrapped his arms
around her in a tight hug. “It’s that soldier blood in you, isn’t it?”

She lifted up from his chest, her
eyes narrow. “Who said I was a soldier?”

“I just know things,” said Ghost in a
dramatic, snotty voice. “I deduced it from the way you were so adamant about
not dating soldiers.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep,” said Ghost. “That, and also
Sid told me the other night that you were in the Marines.”

Bridget grunted and playfully bit
Ghost on his right shoulder. Ghost laughed and rolled around with her until he
had her pinned on the couch under him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
they made out like teenagers for a bit.

“That was a really valiant effort to
change the subject, and I appreciate that you hate talking about personal
things as much as I do, but this
is
a date, after all,” said Ghost. “And
I’m not just here for that hot bod of yours.”

“Sure you’re not,” said Bridget, only
half joking.

“Getting ass is not a problem for me,
and even though you’re, like, off-the-Richter-scale levels of hot, I’m also not
interested in
just
fucking you.”

“Oh, really?” she said. Her mouth was
a half-smile, but her voice was all deadpan disbelief.

“Really,” he said. “I’ll prove it to
you, don’t you worry. And there will be orgasms a-plenty along the way.”

“The least-serious guy I’ve ever met
is telling me he’s already serious about me?”

“I’m a man who knows what he wants,”
said Ghost, leaning down to kiss her firmly. “And you, my beautiful Valkyrie,
are not a one-night stand. Any man who looks at you and thinks that is a
fucking idiot.”

Bridget didn’t answer. She stared into
his eyes with a bit of a pained expression, like she wanted to argue with him,
but was deciding against it.

“I
like
that you are a soldier,”
added Ghost. “I think it’s hot.”

Bridget looked up at him, thinking.
She said, “It’s not that I’m ashamed of my service or anything. I just don’t
like talking to civilians about it. They don’t get it, and they ask stupid
questions.”

“Don’t blame you,” he said, pushing
hair away from her face. “And you don’t have to talk about it with me. I just
want you to know you can. I wasn’t military, exactly, but I’ll understand.”

“So what do you mean when you say
you’re not
exactly
military?”

Ghost paused with a self-effacing
laugh. Things got tricky here, and he was already a little bit worried about
it. There was a reason he had a harder time than all the other MC brothers at
keeping a good woman around. But he’d made a promise to himself a long time ago
that he would never tiptoe around his truth. He was himself at all times, or
nothing at all, and if a woman didn’t want him for it, then he was better off
without her. Usually, he just hoped this conversation came later in the
relationship, after he’d had a chance to feel loved for a while.

He moved from atop her and sat beside
her. “I just, uh…” He cleared his throat and looked away from her face. “I
didn’t grow up in a family, or anything. My parents were of the laid-back,
commune variety, and when I was six all the adults were arrested in a raid. I
got thrown in the system and I haven’t seen them since. So I kind of had to
make my own way. The story’s kind of cliché, really… a regular episode of
Law
& Order
with far less good-looking actors.”

She didn’t interrupt him, so he
pressed on before he lost his nerve. “A lot of kids in the system end up having
to do shit they don’t want to do to survive. I got taught how to hotwire before
I could even drive. And that was just the early stuff.” He took a deep breath.
The abyss went much deeper, but he wasn’t out for that tonight. “Anyway. I
might still use the skills I acquired, but things are different now. I run my
life. And I try to use my powers for good.”

The look on Bridget’s face when he
finally lifted his eyes was upsetting.
She
was upset, in a deep, dark
way that completely betrayed her soldier heart. There were no tears. Glazed
over her eyes instead was fury. Heat flushed at the base of her neck, though
her face had gone pale. One had to know what the signs meant to understand it,
and Ghost did. Bridget didn’t want to cry for his sad story like other women
did. She wanted to
fight
for it. She was angry at what he had been put
through.

“That’s monstrous,” she finally said
in a tight, quiet voice. She wrapped her hand around one of his. “That never
should have happened to you.”

Something deep shifted in Ghost’s
heart.

He swallowed against a tight throat
and tried to laugh it off. “Yeah, well, it made me the badass, handsome sex god
I am today, so I suppose it’s not all bad.”

She was silent for a few long
moments, but kept her caressing touch on his hand. The sensation warmed him
like he didn’t know he needed.

“I used to work in a much worse
school before I moved here,” said Bridget. “I’ve seen the trauma kids suffer in
the system. I’ve seen how bad home lives affect them. I mean it when I say
that, Ghost: what happened to you is monstrous, and it never should have
happened.”

He could feel emotions bubbling up;
it was disconcerting. He squeezed her hand in both of his.

“It’s so hard as an outsider to watch
that happen,” she said. Her voice betrayed that she was speaking about
something else, now; not just Ghost. “It’s insane how an abuser or neglectful
person can make
everyone
feel that way—not just their families.”

He tilted his head and tucked a piece
of hair behind her ear. “What’s going on?”

The look in her eyes said she was
surprised by his intuition, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she took a
deep breath, and the words out of her mouth next had the cadence of a long-held
confession. “I think one of my students is being abused. And I don’t know how
to help him.”