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

His hands were busy, roaming her. Eventually, they cupped her buttocks and in response, Hannah leapt up. John grabbed hold of the backs of her thighs and carried her into the house.

“What about the fire?” she murmured against his lips as they passed the fire pit.

“Let it burn,” he replied, not at all focused on anything else but her. “I’ve got a more important fire to attend to.”

Hannah rode John down the hallway. She reached behind her and worked his doorknob. With a slight kick, he opened the door. He closed the door behind them the same way.

She was alright with where their night was going. Still, butterflies fluttered in her belly as he lowered her onto the bed. He paused as he hovered over her, gazing into her eyes.

“You’re the most wonderful thing in my life right now,” he said.

She touched his face.

As the street light spilled into his room, Hannah could really see the brilliant blue of his eyes. They were lined with the thickest dark lashes she ever saw on a man. Or naturally on anyone.

He had a thick, full beard that was cropped close to his handsome face and the sweetest, full lips she had ever kissed.

“Hey,” he whispered. “If you’re not ready, I understand.”

She touched his nose and gave him a quick kiss.

“I’m ready,” she said.

With that, John pressed his mouth to the base of her neck. His loving was still gentle, but he definitely turned up the heat. He plopped on the bed beside her. Hannah’s eyes were on his body. She wickedly checked him out. He pressed her thighs opened.

John’s hands skated up the length of her thigh. It did not go as high as it might. It rested on the tender inside. He raked her muscles with the tips of his fingers. The combination of his lips and her fingers made her writhe for mercy.

His hands splayed her flat abdomen. He pulled back from their making out to regard her. His eyes glazed over before he lowered his mouth to her belly button. She clutched his thick, rich hair as his tongue penetrated her navel.

So wet, so ticklish. He swirled his tongue around, sending sensation to her core. Hannah was drenched with need for him. It had been since forever since she had been with a man. But she had never been with one like John. In beauty or in genuineness.

His fingers glided over her, veering off to one hip so that he could stroke it, and then off to the other. Just as she thought he would dip between her legs and touch her, he rolled her over onto her tummy. He placed a pillow under there. Her buttocks were in the air, vulnerable. He was examining every inch of her. With his mouth. Nothing felt better or more sensual. 

Ever so lightly, he brushed her curves with his lips, causing her to quiver. She flexed and shook as he found every erogenous zone on her. He dragged the wet tip of his tongue in the small of her back. Hannah, who was lying there and taking it, growled; the force of pleasure was so great.

“There, there,” he said with sensual sympathy.

He turned her again. Rising up on his knees, he stretched out his arms as he pulled his T-shirt from him. She knew he was ripped, but she couldn’t have guessed at the extent. The muscles on his arms were positively, massive, nearly as big around as her waist.

The wings of his back flared outward as his arms raised and off came his shirt, mussing his hair. Hannah could not believe her eyes. It took her a moment to realize it was her turn. She lifted her hips and peeled her tights down, tossing them onto the floor once they were off of her.

She quickly rubbed the soles of her feet on his bedspread with excitement. She let her knees fall apart. He coaxed her upright and removed the rest of her clothing.

As she leaned forward over her knees, she craned to kiss him. Their tongues lazily mated as he stripped the last of her garments. Hannah broke the kiss, falling backward to show herself to him.

She was underweight she knew, but she was brave. Her breasts were still heavy. She was a little self-conscious that her contour was too drastic, but she trusted him. And she could see by the look in his eye, he liked what he saw.

“You
are
so beautiful,” he said.

“You are,” she said. He was easily the most spectacular man she had ever seen. His body was like a canopy above her, his sweet face smiling down at her. He very dominantly positioned her knees the pressing sweep of his own knee.

Finally, his hands found her. She was damp and eager. The whisper touch of his exploring fingers caused her to arch off of the bed. But then they took command, penetrating her. His touch was so warm and exhilarating. Hannah pressed her back against the firm mattress.

John settled in between her legs. He stroked her thighs until they raised and squeezed around him. It was all so new, but Hannah could not help but feel they belonged together. His hard chest was almost uncomfortable against her ribs. She tapped on him to encourage him over so that they came together askew.

She could feel his erection prodding the softness of her thigh, nudging her entrance. She reached between them and guided him into her. He felt amazing. She pressed her eyelids closed with the wondrous feel of him. He released a guttural sound that began deep within his powerful chest.

In short, John rumbled. Like a mountain at the beginning of an earthquake.

His niceness gave way some to mischief. He began to move within her. It was like a dance. Acrobatics. He pushed off the mattress, bracing his upper body while his hips drove into her with bounce and rhythm. It was wanton. The scene played with Hannah’s mind as much as it stirred her body. This man did not hold back. He went for it.

She tried to keep a focus to pump against in counter rhythm. He growled again. She saw his eyes were fixed, watching as their bodies joined. His eyes were smoky, glazed like he was doped on an erotic narcotic.

Hannah’s body responded. She escalated to the next level of arousal. The pressure in her core and belly tightened as she drew up around him. She pushed against him with her hips, taking him in as deeply as was physically possible. Each time she did, she pushed herself closer, closer to that edge.

John turned her to the side and drove into her that way. Her thigh traversed her body, making the cheek of her buttock taut. Hannah stroked herself, rubbing it while he watched. He bent down to her there, dragging his wet tongue along the smooth skin of her curves.

It was a delicious sensation. The ultra-wetness of his spongy tongue on her ticklish flesh. Hannah squirmed, taking in deep breaths to tolerate the pleasure. She raised her knee creating an exquisite tension on his hardness. She touched her flesh so lightly. It was all she needed. She clenched and willed herself to endure the arousal but to not climax. She was going to tease herself.

He rolled her over completely, drawing her hips back and up. She was on all fours, and he on his knees, pumping into her incessantly. Once again, he parted her knees with his, creating access for him to touch her. Hannah’s breasts bobbed with the rhythm.

John stroked her with his fingers as he drove into her. He almost found the magical spot with his touch – all of which felt like sugar – Hannah placed her hand on his and guided him.

Together worked, but seconds until she was exploding all around him. The ripples of pleasure that rolled through her channel were so powerful; they were stunning. Hannah lay motionless, accepting John’s blissful rocketing into her as her body spasmed sweetly. It was pure rapture.

Her breasts rocked back and forth, her nipples erect and pointing while she was rocked through her orgasm. John drew a hard breath through his nose as though he were trying to withstand the ecstasy. His eyelids fluttered as he held off.

Hannah wickedly reached around him and lightly stroked his balls. His powerful upper body arched back, causing him to drive into her more. Once fully he was fully embedded, Hannah held there and swiveled her hips on him. It was almost too much for either of them to handle.

His strength was building; his strides more purposeful, more rigid. Hannah knew he was on the path of ecstasy himself. Her pleasure had ebbed some. She became more clear minded. She moved to drive him crazy. She cupped her full breasts lasciviously, giving him the look of the devil as she took all he had to give.

“Baby,” he said.

Hannah reached down as he was about to tumble into a powerful climax and stirred her own senses again. She touched herself, making little circles so that her already-sensitive channel would respond. Both of them were crashing and calling, overtaken by erotic bliss. Spasming and jerking and crying out.

Hannah’s body hammered around John’s hard cock, clenching him with a powerful orgasm. The rush of pleasure bathed her insides with such incredible, wonderful force. She hummed. She fell back against the mattress and let herself soak in the reverberations of her orgasm.

John moved until he could not move anymore. He too sank on the bed beside her.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” he said.

“You’re not whistling hay,” she said.

He eyeballed her.

“What?” he laughed softly.

He reached over and tickled her quickly.

“No!” she said. “No, please sire. I will be your slave if you do not tickle.”

“I will keep that under consideration,” he said and kissed her hair.

The unmistakable sounds of a couple having boisterous sex could be heard through the walls. It was Melinda and Bull. John and Hannah looked at each other with raised eyebrows and burst into laughter.

“I wonder which came first, the chicken or the egg?” he said.

“I think the chicken is coming now,” said Hannah dryly.

“Shit, you’re a riot. No, I wonder if we gave them ideas, Miss Comedian,” he said.

“I think they had ideas at the same time. I saw the look on both their faces,” she said.

“Hey,” he said changing the tone to a more serious one. “You sound worried.”

“Well, I have a feeling that as soon as she divorces, they’re going to marry,” said Hannah.

“Is that a bad thing?” asked John.

“Helloo? We’ve known you guys a few days,” said Hannah.

“Are you regretting what we just shared?” he asked.

She reached out and touched him.

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” she said. “It’s just that I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Hey, hurt happens, but if you won’t find a more loyal or dependable person. Bull wouldn’t extend himself if he weren’t sincere,” said John.

“Okay good,” she said with a dopey smile.

He pulled her toward him, enveloping her with his massive limbs. She nestled against his solid chest, thatched slightly with a sparse but coarse hair. He felt wonderful to cuddle against.

“So tell me about you,” he said. “How long have you been on your own?”

“Mm, you think I would have that answer on the tip of my tongue, but I always have to sit and do the math. Um, see, I am twenty-three, so wow, going on five years,” she said.

“Twenty-three,” he winced. “Practically jail bait.”

“Uh,” she complained. “I am very mature.”

“I am just a little bit older than you are sweet,” he said.

“I didn’t see any gray hairs,” she replied.

For a moment, she thought that he was saying their age difference was a problem.

“Honestly, I’ve never felt like a young person,” she said.

“You’ve probably always had to be ultra-responsible,” he remarked.

He hugged her more firmly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I was teasing.”

“Okay good,” she said. “Because I’m not giving you back.”

He kissed her softly on her head.

“What did you guys do for money? You said you raised money for your mortgage,” he continued.

“Well, we discovered we both like gambling. A little too much. So we would actually have the money, but then we would stay too long,” she said.

“Oh nooo,” he said.

“Oh, yes. It was horrible,” she said. “We just need to have someone reel us in when we went too far.”

“I can do that,” he said.

A shiver made her insides constrict. She liked that idea. Of having a guardian. She pressed against him flirtatiously, grinding her buttocks into his groin. She found his protective nature hot.

“Have you ever been to the casino at Devil’s Lake, Spirit Lake?” he asked.

“No, we never made it that far to gamble. We just went to the casinos on the local reservations,” she said. “Although, as a kid my parents took us to Graham’s Island. I think it’s called Devil’s Lake. That would be a cool place to camp.”

“I agree. I have been there,” he kissed her lips. “But I think I would like to take you to the casino first. I would love to take you out and spoil you. Maybe sooner rather than later. I have today off. This was the day we were due back from the Badlands. I have work for the rest of the week but maybe Friday night?”

“That sounds magical,” she said.

She had one good dress. She would go over to the apartment the next day and make sure it was in good condition. Hannah was overwhelmed. An actual date. With a really wonderful guy. How lucky could she get?