Page 40 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“I wonder what’s gotten into him? He’s usually so easy going,” Riley comments as she bounces into her pants.
“Fuck, your ass is nice bouncing like that.” The words freefall out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Riley laughs, shaking her head. “You, sir, need to get your head out of the gutter.”
I moan at the sound of “sir” on her lips. “I could get used to hearing you say that.”
“I bet you could,” she throws over her shoulder as she glides her way into the bathroom.
“It would be even better stated while you are writhing underneath me as my cock slides deep inside you,” I call after her, meaning every fucking word.
She comes out of the bathroom with meds in one hand, and my leg brace in the other. I grab the bottle of water, preparing to take more meds.
“I’ll be fucking ecstatic when I don’t have to take these fucking meds anymore,” I tell her, clenching and unclenching my right fist grateful at the fact that I can still use it.
“You take less now then you did when you got out of the hospital. My concern would be you becoming dependent on them.” Riley shrugs like it’s no big deal.
I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. “Getting hooked means I can’t practice medicine once this isall over. I’ve been weaning off them and rotating them with ibuprofen. Drugs are the very last thing you’ll ever find me addicted to.” Smirking, I kiss the back of her hand, down her fingers and suck the tip into my mouth.
Riley’s eyes cloud over with lust and need. This woman was made for me, and I plan to spend the rest of my life showing her exactly how good pleasure can be between us.
“The only thing I need to be worried about getting addicted to, is that mouth, and sweet pussy,” I divulge when I pull her fingers from my mouth.
“Trouble! That’s exactly what you are! Let’s get your brace on and get out of here before they come knocking!” Riley warns, moving to do just that.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Riley
We finally makeit out of Flyboy’s room to find the men he mentioned, as well as Pretty Boy sitting around, waiting on us. My anxiety starts to claw its way up my chest until I notice all of the ladies there as well. Slowly but surely, I make my way into the room full of leather clad men. I look them each in the face as we approach, reminding myself that I know and have spent time with all of these men, except Smith and Wesson.
Lil’ Red smiles wide, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so damn glad that you decided to stay with us. It’s going to be so much fun.”
“To be completely honest, I never thought I would be here,” I say, making sure to look all the men in the face as I say what I need to. “You men will never know what it means to me to have your club backing me and helping me with this problem.”
“It’s what we do for family, and you, girly, are family. So, let’s go get your stuff so that we all know you’re safe and so Flyboy might be able to rein in some of his overbearing assholeishness,”Torch booms in his commanding tone as he drops his arm across Vixen’s shoulders.
Everyone agrees before we all turn, making our way outside. Parked right in front of us is a van and a truck. All the brothers make their way over to their bikes, besides Duck, Lil Red, and Coin.
“I’ll follow you guys,” Duck informs us as he helps Lil’ Red into the truck.
“Fucker isn’t going to let her sneeze without losing it. It’s going to be a long nine months,” Coin groans, walking over to the van.
“Oh, yay, she told him.” I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. She deserves this happiness after everything she’s been through.
“Wait, wait! I’m coming too,” Candy yells as she comes rushing out of the clubhouse.
Coin rolls his eyes, catching me off guard. Up until this point, he and Pretty Boy have always been super close, and are always there taking care of Candy.
“You’re going to have to ride in the van with Riley, Flyboy, and Coin!” Torch yells over to her.
I watch as anger flashes in her eyes before she slaps on her trademark attitude of acting quiet and fearful. “Pretty Boy told me he was going with everyone, so I thought I’d ride with him,” she whispers.
Wesson bursts out laughing, climbing onto his bike, saying, “Shows what you know. That fucker flew out of here like the devil himself was chasing after him.”
Candy picks her head up slightly, glaring in his direction. “Are you kidding?”
