Dirty
Mother
Uncertain Saint's MC #5
By Lani Lynn
Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 3, 2016
Photographer: Furious
Cover Model: Robert Simmons
The thing about
hitting rock bottom…
Ridley doesn’t think
he has anything left to lose, not after the life he’s lived. Then he meets her,
Freya Capone, the nurse who saves his life when the last thing he wants is to
be saved.
One look at her, and
he’s transfixed.
He doesn’t know what
drives him to run by her house that night. Intuition. Sixth sense. Whatever it
is, his gut screams at him to go, so he goes.
And thank God he does.
There isn’t any
farther you can fall…
Freya hits bottom
after her brother’s death. Her rock. Her best friend. Her everything. Gone.
She always knew it was
a possibility that he might get hurt while on shift, but she never entertains
the thought of him dying. Not until it’s too late.
She literally has
nothing else to lose. Until she meets him. Ridley Walker. A biker with The
Uncertain Saints MC and a local sheriff’s deputy.
The man responsible
for taking away her best friend.
But at least you have
a solid foundation to build upon…
The last thing Freya
wants is to fall in love with the man responsible for her brother’s death. She
doesn’t want to care that he is nearly killed. She doesn’t want to have
anything to do with him.
I listened, wondering
where everyone was, when I came to the final hallway that led to the gym.
I came to an abrupt
halt when I saw three women crowded around a door, all of them looking in on
what was going on on the other side.
“Uhhh,” I said. “What
are y’all doing?”
None of them turned,
but Lenore, Griffin’s wife, waved me over.
“Come here and see,”
she said, holding out her hand for me.
I came, taking her
hand, and peered over her shoulder.
My mouth dropped open
as I got my first good look at the men in the gym.
No, the fact that
nearly all of them were shirtless wasn’t the reason for the flabbergasted look
on my face.
Nor was the fact that
they all had so much weight on their bars or in their hands
No, it was the fact
that nearly all of them were dancing.
To Sexy Back.
Griffin squatted to
the beat of the music while Mig did some sort of shimmy with his hips as he did
pushups on the ground.
The only one not
dancing, out of the whole bunch, was Core, who was busy taping the entire thing
from the corner of the room, unbeknownst to everyone else.
Had they known, they
probably would’ve been kicking his ass.
But they didn’t know.
They just continued on
with what they were doing, oblivious to their audience.
Then Pony came on, and
I groaned right along with the rest of the ladies.
It was like Magic
Mike, but better.
Much, much better.
Ridley took center
stage then, jumping up on the blocks that the men used to do vertical jumps up
onto, where he then proceeded to do some raunchy move with his hips that had me
all hot and bothered in a matter of seconds.
A big, bad, tattooed
biker that had the power to undo me.
“Oh, boy,” Tasha said.
“Would you look at that?”
I tore my eyes away
from my man to follow where she was pointing, and I started to laugh.
Casten was dipping
down low, twisting and bouncing as he curled huge weights that were at least
the size of half my body.
That went on like that
for four long minutes, and by the time they were finished and laughing, I was
fanning myself.
“I think we’re going
to be a little late,” I mentioned to the ladies. “I’m needing some…attention.”
Annie, Mig’s woman,
tossed me a look over her shoulder that clearly said I wasn’t the only one.
Taking that as my cue,
I pushed through the doors.
“I need some time!” I
announced to the group as a whole.
All eyes turned to me,
but it was my man who was still bouncing on the balls of his feet, all hot and
sweaty, his hair and beard slightly damp with his sweat, that had my full
attention.
I started to fan
myself almost reflexively, and he read me and my needs almost immediately.
He hopped down,
walking towards me with a purposeful spring in his step.
He didn’t even bother
to speak to me, only bent down slightly once he’d reached me, captured me just
under the ass, and carried me out of the room.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
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