The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) (11 page)

She pushed up against. She fit tightly around him. He filled her so completely. It was almost enough to just have him fill her. She was so aroused by it.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

They were torturing themselves by moving so slowly. She wagged her hip upward lasciviously. Her pumping took on a blunt nature. She shoved upward with force but not so as to cause pain. But hard enough to make her breasts bounce.

He reached for her nipple with his lips. The heat of his mouth went straight to her belly. She clenched him, tightening around him as he pushed into her. She buried her face into his chest.

His eyes fluttered as he strained not to make a sound. His fingers reached into the cleft of her behind. Their tips teased her other opening. The sensation was wicked and foreign to her. She had never experienced pleasure there. She hitched her thighs up around him, pushing her knees toward her chest. His arms wrapped around them, so she was folded against the bed while he penetrated her.

He licked the inside of her mouth incessantly while he moved so slowly into her. His body shook from the pleasure. Hannah pushed on her shoulder and rolled him onto his back. She straddled him. Her knees pushed on the mattress as she bounced on him.

John exploded helpless into her. He mindlessly reached between her legs as she was slammed with a powerful orgasm. It had her in its grips, making it hard to move, slowing her pace until she could not move anymore.

She paused, resting on him momentarily so that they could both experience their luscious climax. Her nipples were still hard from her orgasm as she dismounted and snuggled into his arms.

“Now,” he whispered. “I can sleep.”

Chapter 16

John and Hannah slept most of the day away. They woke midafternoon. They showered in Foley and Savannah’s guest bath. The bathroom was built for Foley, who was about John’s size. It was like a small bedroom. The tub was like a pool. The shower was a generous stall.

They stepped into the shower and immersed themselves under the water. It was so incredibly soothing. John spilled a bottle of oil into his palm. He rubbed them together before roaming them over her back.  

His massaged the back of her neck before running over his breasts. He tweaked her nipples repeatedly. His eyes were smoky with passion as they looked her over. His erection prodded her buttocks.

John’s firmly braced her middle as he entered her from behind. He moved in and out of her easily. Hannah pressed her palms on the granite tiles while she withstood his delicious efforts. His smoothed her firm cheeks with his large palm.

“You have a beautiful ass,” he said.

She smiled. She levered up and down on her tiptoes to flex for him. The shower water rained down them both. It was glorious. She turned to face him because she wanted to look into his beautiful face as he pumped into her.

He looked down on her adoringly. She lifted her knee to his hip and while he was still moving, she oiled up her own hands and applied them to him. She spread them slowly over his chest, letting the pads of her thumbs brush his nipples.

The slid slowly down his enormous arms to finally cup his rock hard buttocks. He was unreal he was so perfect. She reached as best she could between and below her buttocks to his tender-skinned testicles. John sucked in his breath. He spun her back around and rocketed into her body until he was grunting into her ear.

She thought that after their moment had passed, that they would resume the rest of their shower. But he was aware she had not found her pleasure. He unhinged the shower head, so that corded down to her body. He put her on his lap and draped her thighs over his so that they were spread wide. He guided the spray of the shower head strategically and imprisoned the sensitive spot at the base of her neck with his mouth.

Hannah came so hard. She collapsed against him, limp with sweetness spreading through her belly.

“Oh, gosh,” she mumbled.

Just when she thought it could not possibly get any better or hotter, it had.

***

They trekked from the guesthouse to the main house to connect with their host. They could have probably found something to eat in the guesthouse, but already even to Hannah, it felt more normal for her to share meals with the bikers. Tara was already there.

It was freezing cold outside. They only wore sweaters. John and Hannah ran, holding hands across the lawn. When they got into the house, Trenton was there. His wife was there. Danny and his wife were there.

“Finally,” teased Danny. “Did you save some for Spirit Lake?”

Hannah blushed.

“Thank you again for letting us stay,” Hannah said to Foley and Savannah, who stood on the other side of the breakfast bar with coffee in their hands.

They had a spread of sandwich makings. Hannah and John helped themselves.

“Hey, it’s our pleasure. We’re very fortunate. We share,” said Foley.

“You all are wonderful,” said Tara modestly.

“Well, now that you have your coffee,” said Trenton. “We’ll need to answer questions about what went on last night. Our assistant attorney general is now in a coma. Can you tell me what happened?”

“He aimed the gun at me. I whammed him with a vase. I cracked him right in the head when he was focused on Tara. He fell down.”

“That’s the way it happened,” said Tara.

“If I wanted to kill him, I would have picked up the gun,” said Tara.

“Good answer,” Trenton smiled. “Billy says that you can have your couple of days at the casino with Romeo here, but just to stay in touch.”

“Am I in trouble?” Tara asked. “I mean I pointed the finger at Officer Mill, who tried to tear Hannah’s clothes off at the camp, and no one arrested him until he came to my restaurant with a loaded gun. I defended myself, and I gotta answer questions.”

“I get that,” Trenton began. “You’ve been under a lot of stress. More than any one person should endure. We want to do everything by the books. We don’t want to give any of these people any latitude to turn it back around on you.”

“How could they possibly do that?” asked John.

“The defense attorneys are already questioning Billy’s relationship with the Ghosts. With us,” said Trenton. “They’re questioning the validity of some of Hannah and Melinda’s accusations.”

“But the evidence of human trafficking,” said Hannah.

Trenton held out a hand to calm her down. “That’s solid. There’s no way they can say that’s made up. But there is some suggestion that you got caught in a compromising situation at the camp, and you pointed fingers. You ran to our camp, and now you’re in a relationship with one of us. They’re trying to insinuate a pattern.”

“They’re attacking her character?” asked Tara vehemently. “She’s never had a boyfriend in all the years I’ve known her. She was a kid. Her parents died.”

“It’s okay,” said Trenton. “We’re crossing our t’s and dotting our i’s and fuck ‘em. Okay? It’s not my first day. We can do this.”

“When does my sister come home?” she asked.

“She and Bull should be here in a couple of hours,” said Trenton. “We were thinking they could use some R&R too. We are going to put them up in a suite in Spirit Lake.”

“I think that we’ll be heading there for a little while. Take our camping indoors,” said Danny.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Trenton said with a smile.

He jiggled some keys that he tossed to Hannah.

“You have another reason to go back to Parshall. You’re a homeowner,” he said.

Tara and Hannah both stood gaped jawed.

“We kicked them out. So you guys saw a bill you thought was a foreclosure notice. What did you do next?” he asked.

“We saw this service on the internet, and they said they could help,” said Hannah.

There was a collective groan from the group.

“And they took your money, and you were still up shit’s creek?” asked Trenton.

“Yes,” said Hannah.

“Local, right?” asked Trenton.

“That’s why we chose them,” said Hannah.

“We think that was how Cranston targeted you. We think he stalked you two before he made his smooth move,” Trenton said.

She must have had a look on her face because Trenton rallied with a pep talk.

“You’re a homeowner. You own it. Not many people your age can claim that. All is well that ends well.”

“Thanks, everyone,” said John, taking Hannah by the hand. “We’re going for a drive.”

They stepped out in the fresh, crisp air. Foley and Savannah’s lawn sloped down to the lake’s edge. The view was both beautiful and soothing.

“We have great friends,” he softly. “But we need a little break.”

They grabbed their coats and loaded into Hannah’s car. He tooled the car around the scenic route. It’s V8 engine purred like a big cat making the only noise they heard. They quietly enjoyed the lake and the prairie as the road cut around. She felt the stress just melt away. Everything became simpler by the mile.

She wasn’t paying attention but after a few minutes, she saw the signs for Graham Island. A smile formed from deep within her. Hannah was pretty sure John was surprising her. Taking her to the spot where she and her family went as a child.

When the happiness was too big to contain, she looked at him. He smiled back at her. Hannah was indeed right about her hunch. John turned into the state park where the drive around the lake became more spectacular if that was possible. It was like the whole world opened up.

The perfect place to stop and eat showed itself. They parked beside a lone tree and unwrapped their sandwiches they didn’t eat. John handed her a bottle of beer.

“You know these past couple of weeks have been awful and wonderful,” he said.

She nodded. “I couldn’t have gotten through these days without you. If it weren’t for you and the Ghosts of the Prairie, it would have gone a very different way.”

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he said.

“For so many reasons, the right place at the right time,” she said.

“Yeah and one of the coolest parts about all of this, is that’s it’s over. It’s only going to get better.”

Hannah sipped her beer as she finished her last bite.

“Someone was hungry,” he said.

“Someone was starving,” she said. “I didn’t eat since yesterday before work.”

She recalled gorging herself on all the food he bought her and smiled. But John didn’t like hearing that she hadn’t eaten since earlier the day before.

“Well, that’s gone change too,” he said sternly.

“You going to make me fat and sassy?” she asked flirtatiously.

“I’m going to spoil the shit out of you,” he said adamantly.

“How romantic,” she teased. “No one has ever promised that to me before.”

Hannah was exhausted. She was wiped out and burnt out. She took a swallow from her bottle and set it down. She unfastened the seat belt and crawled into John’s arms.

“I know you’re probably tired to the bone,” he said in her hair. “But I think the few days at the Casino will be good for you. Lots of naps and sex.”

“Yes, doctor,” she replied lazily.

His arms squeezed her tighter.

“Let’s get back to our lives,” he said, his voice steeped with emotion.

She pushed back from him and looked him in the eye.

“Like you said, the worst is over. We are together. Melinda is going to be here shortly. We made it, and we have each other,” she said.

“That’s right, atlhtaáka,” he said kissing her lightly.

Hannah and John remained, gazing out at the beauty of Devil’s Lake, embracing until they headed back to go to the casino.

Chapter 17

Tara got to drive the Nova over to the casino because Hannah wanted to ride on the back of John’s bike as the Ghosts swarmed down the arm of the highway that connected them to the man-made island resort. It was so cold, but Hannah was dressed for it, and she wouldn’t miss a chance to ride with her man.

Her gorgeous man whose longish hair whipped like crazy from the edges of his helmet. Her gorgeous man whose broad back looked so hot in a bomber jacket. She borrowed a jacket of Savannah’s.

“That’s first on our shopping list,” John said.

It wasn’t until they settled into their small suite that he told her.

“Melinda’s here,” he said.

He braced her.

“She looks a little different,” he said.

“Was she hurt? I didn’t realize anything had happened.”

“She’s pregnant. She was hiding it from Cranston, and from you, because she was scared. She told Bull,” he looked at her sympathetically.

Hannah sank down on the bed.

“They’re married,” he said. “She and Bull have decided to be a family.”

Hannah’s head spun. This news might have broken her heart at one time, but it didn’t. A huge joy rose throughout her when she knew just what she would give them for their wedding present. But that was going to wait.