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  VINDICATION

  SIENNA VALENTINE

  Copyright © 2015 Sienna Valentine

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  One – Ghost

  Two – Bridget

  Three – Ghost

  Four – Bridget

  Five – Ghost

  Six – Bridget

  Seven – Ghost

  Eight – Ghost

  Nine – Bridget

  Ten – Ghost

  Eleven – Bridget

  Twelve – Ghost

  Thirteen – Bridget

  Fourteen – Bridget

  Fifteen – Ghost

  Sixteen – Bridget

  Seventeen – Ghost

  Eighteen – Bridget

  Nineteen – Ghost

  Twenty – Bridget

  Epilogue – Bridget

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Also By Sienna

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  ~ ONE ~

  Ghost

  Ghost’s hands fumbled all over the hot, young body he could feel, but couldn’t see. The woman moaned as she leaned back against him in the dark, her breath sweltering against his ear as he roughly palmed her breasts. He was soon questing further south, searching for the hem of her white skirt.

  She was panting when he finally reached his prize, delving underneath to touch her mostly bare ass. “Wait, wait.” Her protest was half-baked, the lust in her voice far more urgent.

  Ghost growled against her. “I’ve got a rubber.”

  “What if we get caught?”

  “We’re not gonna get caught,” he sneered. His cock ached inside his jeans, and he rubbed his bulge against her ass. He slid his fingers up her thighs, pulling up her dress even more. By the time Ghost got a single fingertip on her silk-covered mound, she was soaking and hot, buckling under his touch and grinding even harder against his dick.

  “Are you sure?” The question was a breathless moan as she leaned back and caressed the side of his face.

  “Eh,” said Ghost with a shrug. “Fifty-percent. But I’m one hundred-percent sure that if we do get caught, there’s gotta be some pills around here that we can use to wipe that little memory from someone’s chalkboard.”

  As usual, his wise ass almost cost him the chance at getting some actual ass. The young nurse stiffened against him. “Wait, what?”

  “Shh,” said Ghost, slipping his fingers completely into her panties and sinking his teeth into her neck. The nurse let out a desperate moan that actually did make Ghost concerned about getting caught. Quickly he slid her panties down and off her legs, and moved her until she stepped out of them.

  Then he snatched them up and shoved them into her mouth. That oughta keep her from alerting the whole damn place to what we’re doing. With his other hand, he rubbed at her clit, the pressure intense, the rhythm slow. “This is only going to get worse for you…”

  She took the panties in with only a little resistance, but even that faded as soon as Ghost gripped her hips and ground his denim-covered cock against her. He kneeled behind her for a moment and ran his tongue up her slit. The nurse grabbed the linen shelves in response, bending further to let him get deeper. Ghost was happy to oblige, using his hands to spread her smooth ass cheeks open for him.

  The nurse moaned and bucked against his mouth as Ghost ate her pussy, flicking gently at her clit and finally pushing two fingers inside her to probe her wetness. She panted and pushed back against his digits, driving them deeper, fucking herself on his hand. He wished it wasn’t so dark so he could see it, because it felt hot as hell.

  Pulling his face away for a moment, Ghost gripped her ass cheek and gave it a playful bite, shoving his fingers deep inside her at the same time. She let out a long, low moan, muffled by her own wet panties.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore. With his fingers still buried inside her, he stood up and fumbled with the buckle on his pants using his free hand. Ridding himself of both pants and boxers, it was a relief to finally let his nine-inch cock spring free. The wetness between the nurse’s legs meant she was ready, but she had her own job to do.

  “You need to get that mouth to work,” he said. He withdrew his fingers and lathered his hard cock with the juices still dripping from them. With his other hand he grabbed the nurse by the hair and brought her down to her knees.

  He felt around her jaw until he found her mouth, and then yanked the panties out of them, using his other hand to feed his cock to her before she could make any more noise. The nurse groaned at the suddenness of his girth stretching her lips as her spit mixed with the wetness of her pussy. Ghost bucked his hips to help speed things up, burying himself inch by inch down her tight, warm throat, until her face was pressed against him.

  “Fuck,” he rasped. “You feel like heaven.” He pulled her head back and she gasped for air, but didn’t complain. He could feel the trails of saliva dangling from his hard cock back to her mouth and quickly returned it to her, pumping her fast and shallow as her tongue lapped at the underside. Holding her head, he fucked her face for a few minutes, relishing in the sounds of her stuttered, wet moans.

  He was going to cum, and he didn’t want it like that. Ghost pulled his cock out of her mouth and almost laughed at the whimpering sound she made, like she already missed it. Instead, he pulled her gently by the hair again, urging her to her feet, and then moved her back up against the shelves of the linen closet. She bent over at the waist, shoving her head and shoulders into the softness of the stacks of clean towels, just as anxious as he was for what was coming next.

  Ghost felt around on the floor until he found her panties and returned them to her mouth. He dug a rubber out of his cut pocket and rolled it on, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit. The nurse began to wordlessly beg, pushing back against him, her voice muffled.

  “Oh, you little minx,” he said quietly. “I’ll give it to you.” He put his cock at the hole of her pussy and pushed its entire length in, hard and deep. The nurse screamed against the gag in her mouth but he continued, pumping with thick, forceful thrusts, only pausing to lean forward and push her head further into the towels to muffle her squeals of pleasure.

  “I know it feels amazing,” he said as he fu
cked her, “but you’re the one who doesn’t wanna get caught, and you’re a screamer?”

  She couldn’t reply; she could only take the raging pleasure his cock was giving her as he bottomed out inside her with every thrust. He felt her pussy contract and her legs quake at least three times beneath him before he felt his own orgasm rising again. Ghost leaned over her and held her tight against him as he pumped his hardest, emptying himself inside her steaming womb.

  “Damn,” said Ghost after a few moments of panting on top of her. “Glad you transferred here, Suzy.”

  The nurse said something rendered unintelligible by the gag. Ghost moved off her and pulled his half-hard dick out, letting her stand and pull the panties out of her mouth—or, at least he assumed that’s what she did, since he couldn’t see her do it in the blackness of the closet.

  “It’s Cindy.”

  “What?” said Ghost, peeling the condom off himself.

  “My name isn’t Suzy, it’s Cindy.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  She was moving in the dark, he could hear it—probably putting her panties back on. “Am I sure about my own name? Uh, yeah.”

  “Okay, but you fuck like a Suzy.” He pulled his boxers and pants back up and buckled them.

  She made a scoffing noise, and Ghost was glad he didn’t have to see her roll her eyes. She moved toward the door and opened it a crack. Light flooded into the narrow opening. The nurse’s dark hair was disheveled, her makeup streaked, but she had fixed her white dress.

  She turned and gave Ghost a look. “Keep it quiet.”

  “Lady, please don’t tell me you think this is my first rodeo,” he said. He slapped her ass. “But do feel free to come find me again if you want another ride.”

  Once she was sure the coast was clear, they both left the linen closet. She went right, and Ghost turned left. The nurse was still straightening her skirt when he glanced back, and he made a dirty noise at the sight until she disappeared down a hallway. He leaned over and grabbed his heavy black duffel bag, sitting in the narrow space between the linen shelf and the wall next to the door. The soft clink of glass inside the bag made him readjust his grip to something gentler before he made a left turn and headed toward the common areas of the Shadyside Retirement Community.

  Ghost had been visiting for long enough that most of the residents had stopped looking at him like he had horns growing out of his forehead, but that had taken years of work. A few even tipped their heads at him or gave him a smile as he passed them down the hall. He wasn’t a huge fan of the place; death never bothered him a bit, but growing old and becoming helpless was not a thought Ghost liked to entertain. Still, he was a soldier, and duty mattered more than discomfort. So here he was, doing his duty.

  He wasn’t a traditional guy. There was very little chance Ghost would ever be the patriarch of his own Leave It to Beaver clan, and even though he didn’t have much patience for people in general, he wasn’t so big of a dick to think he didn’t have to give something back to the community. Like everything else in his life, he just found his own way of doing it.

  Besides, Shadyside was a lot better off than some of the other homes he’d seen or heard about. He instinctually kept an eye out for signs of abuse or something weird going on, but everyone seemed as content as they could be, and no one ever pulled him close to tell him of secret, evil doings around the place.

  Ghost’s seductions and closet trysts with the sexy members of the staff were the most scandalous thing going on at Shadyside, and that’s the way he liked it. There was some security, some comfort to knowing you were the worst guy in the building.

  Ghost passed by the front desk, a shiny square of pink marble glowing under soft white lights. Brenda was on duty, and she gave him a sweet smile and a tiny wave. Ghost winked back at her and the plump housewife flushed just a bit before she went back to her paperwork. As he continued on, he could hear the sounds of barking laughter—gruff masculine voices worn to a shade of their former selves by time and sickness, but still sharp with joy.

  The common room was large and soft with high ceilings and original crown molding that looked like it was worth a fortune. The carpet, plush and thick, was some shade of pink Ghost didn’t have a name for because he wasn’t an interior decorator. Couches and chairs sat in small arrangements around tables and a fireplace. At one of the tables with the hard-backed chairs, Ghost found the men he was looking for. The four of them all wore some variation of military olives, a part of the ritual, as they ribbed at one another and tossed poker chips across the table into the pot.

  When Walter spotted him coming across the room, he leaned back in his chair and threw his leathery hands up. “Oh, look who it is, finally! Ghost McBride, the man who knew too little.” The other seniors at the table cackled and turned to watch him approach with wicked little smiles.

  Ghost smirked at them and lowered the duffel bag at their feet. “You really don’t wanna start that shit with me, Walt, if you know what’s good for you.”

  “Listen to you, motherfucker!” Walt laughed.

  “He’s just acting hard ‘cause he already bagged that new nurse,” said Sid with an accusatory thumb in Ghost’s direction. “I can smell her on him.”

  “You’re a fucking pervert, dude,” said Ghost, slapping a hand on Sid’s shoulder. “I’ve never even done the sex before.”

  “Not with that crooked pecker of yours,” snapped Walter. He threw another chip into the pot and raised a challenging eyebrow at Ghost.

  “You wanna whip ‘em out, Walt? Because I’ll have you know I had a very interesting conversation with one Doctor Severns at Dot’s Diner just this week. And he had a lot of things to say about a dirty outbreak of the clap at the nursing home…”

  “Okay, okay, mercy!” said Walter, his dark skin paling. The table erupted into laughter and Walter could only shake his head and mutter to himself about that terrible, gossipy, hometown doctor.

  “Mercy is what I deliver best, gentlemen,” said Ghost. He leaned down and opened the duffel bag. Cheers and hearty smiles spread around the table as he passed out bottles of hard booze, some assorted porno mags, and a couple knick-knacks the guys had requested that were a challenge for them to acquire.

  Technically, the gear was contraband. Staff would fill a lot of requests for residents, but not for any of this—and most of these dudes would rather die than ask their family members for a porno magazine. Ghost knew being old didn’t make you less of a person, and he sure as shit planned on abandoning sobriety for good once he was like them, old and sick enough to be stuck in a place like this. This tiny group of vintage grunts fought alongside Marty Dillon, father of Black Dogs VP Douglas Dillon. Ghost met them years ago when Douglas was laid up with appendicitis and asked him to make a check on his old man. Marty had since passed, but these four were still kicking, and Ghost had been making monthly visits to their makeshift platoon for years. He made sure they had their vices, played a little poker, and swapped stories about war and women. He figured he got as much pleasure out of it as they did, at the end of the day.

  For Walter, Ghost also had an extra treat—a giant Cuban cigar he’d won off of Henry Oliver, president of the Black Dogs, but only after he’d gotten him good and drunk first. “Happy anniversary, Walt,” said Ghost as he handed the stogie across the table. Walter’s face froze for a moment as he took the cigar, and then his eyes misted up just a bit. He couldn’t say anything back to Ghost, but raised the cigar in thanks, and Ghost nodded at him with a smile. Walter didn’t like talking about his wife, ten years in the grave, but Ghost knew he had a ritual on their anniversary.

  “Sit, sit!” said Ben, the oldest of the group and the only one who was confined to a wheelchair. He began to maneuver himself to make room at the table, turning to holler at one of the orderlies until Ghost stopped him.

  “Nah, I can’t stay long today, guys,” said Ghost. He looked forward to these afternoons, and he felt just as disappointed as the men were, groani
ng and giving him sharp little insults. “There’s a big meeting at the MC. I’ve gotta be there.”

  “Pussy!” said Frank, already cracking open one of the small glass bottles of rum. He looked around, making sure the coast was clear, before he took a small sip and started coughing almost immediately. The men laughed, and Frank reddened with a happy smile.

  “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” said Ben with a wag of his finger.

  “True, but I basically don’t work at all, so no worries,” said Ghost. “I ain’t gonna dull on you, old man.”

  “What do they need you at the meeting for, anyway? It’s not like you do anything important,” teased Walter, chewing on the cigar.

  “Oh, suck my dick, Walt! I hope the next hit contract I get is on you, so I can finally put you out of your misery,” Ghost laughed and pointed his finger at Walk like a gun.

  Walter only busted up laughing and helped himself to a bottle of vodka.

  “Hey, before you go, would you be a pal and do me a favor?” asked Sid, looking up at Ghost from his chair.