The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) (6 page)

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As Hannah was paused to experience happiness, inside and out, John’s light caresses transformed. He rose above her in the spot-lit darkness. Even though the room was shadowy, she could see his smile. She felt is erection press urgently against her thigh. She widened her legs to receive him. When he was inside her, it felt as though she had been waiting for him for all of her life. He saw to her pleasure before they drifted to sleep, secure in each other’s arms.

 

Chapter 8

 

For all that went on in her life – and for as late John kept her up the night before – Hannah woke up thoroughly refreshed and rested. She sat up aware that she had not an ounce of stress in her system. It was wonderful.

John woke before her. She must have slept so soundly that she hadn’t even heard him stir. He entered the room carrying a breakfast tray. He was in dress slacks and starched dress shirt. He was so off-the-hook gorgeous. He had gotten ready for work, and she hadn’t been aware.

He also made her breakfast and playfully fed it to her in bed. She had no prior experience to accept such kindness. She fidgeted, overwhelmed with the thoughtfulness.

“Oh,” he said stroking her hair. “You gotta get use to this.”

He cuddled on the bed beside her. He sipped the coffee and stole a slice of extra crispy bacon from her plate.

“This is just the way I like it,” she said, devouring the strip in a couple of bites.

“I was hoping,” he said.

“You better be careful eating on the bed. You’ll wreck your nice clothes,” she said.

“I’ll just have to take them off then,” he flirted as he closed in for a kiss.

“Where do you work?” she asked.

“Pike, Bull and I have an independent insurance adjustment agency. We investigate claims for insurance companies. I have to do a couple of witness interview and write up some reports.”

“That is so cool. Do you have your own office or do you just work from wherever?”

“We do have an office. Pike is a licensed PI. We all work off his license since you have to be either a lawyer or a PI. We get some street traffic for the PI work. He handles those himself. I don’t do domestic squabbles,” he said.

“But you kinda are right now,” she said referring to herself.

“Yeah, well, that’s kind of different,” he said lightly heartedly.

He kissed her again.

“Make yourself at home,” he said as he got off the bed.

“Well since Cranston is in jail, I thought I would go back to my place and get my life in order,” she said with a smile.

He returned the smile. He had to be the warmest person she had ever met.

“And what does that entail?” he asked, leaning on the door frame.

“I have a job as a waitress over at Park Café, which I’m not ashamed of,” she said because she was a little afraid he might be.

“And you shouldn’t,” he said plainly.

But she was suddenly and unexpectedly emotional. It broadsided her out of nowhere.

“I want to look into going to school. I had a scholarship before my mother and father died. So did Mel. She was a junior. I feel like with Cranston in jail we might actually have the lives we started out working toward,” she said, wiping her eyes.

“Hey,” he said, sitting on the bed again. “He’s getting arraigned today. He may make bail. I know that Trenton is pushing for that not to be the case. This might take a little bit of enduring before it’s over. But if you want to check out school, you do it. Ghosts of the Prairie – me - I will keep you safe so you can do that. You have a right to pursue whatever dreams you want. That fucker is not getting in your way.”

“Yes,” she said softly, looking at him with tear-heavy eyes.

She kissed him softly.

“Go to work. Have a wonderful day,” she said.

“You too, baby,” he said.

 

Chapter 9

 

Hannah played house a little bit before taking off for home. Melinda and Bull were not home which was fine with her. Pike and Laramie had already gone to work. Very little needed to be done. Everyone had been so neat and tidy. The kitchen was spotless. She changed the sheets for him and put the ones from the night before in the wash. She swept a little though it really wasn’t needed. She showered and changed and set out to go home, on foot.

The weather was in her favor. It was a balmy forty-four degrees. But the sky was clear, and the wind was moderate. It took her an hour to walk to her place. She knew when she stepped inside it was going to be like stepping into depression. Not because it was a bad, little place but because of the association.

Hannah flipped her computer on. She made herself a cup of coffee and grabbed an apple that she liked to keep in the fridge. She parked in front on the couch in front of the laptop and realized she had come all that way but forgot her cellphone at John’s. It didn’t matter. She surfed the community college webpage and learned that she didn’t have to pay right away. She could sign up for the next quarter.

She had only expected to look at the website and dream. She didn’t think signing up for classes would be that easy. Now she was overwhelmed with what she wanted to be. She wanted to be a cop and help like Melinda and her. She switched over to the Mountrail County Sheriff’s Department to see what they required to be a deputy. Hannah was so thrilled she was doing this that she could hardly focus.

She filled out the preliminary form online and sent it off. Hannah danced around her apartment; she was so happy. Suddenly she was in love with her apartment, and so glad she had it. Just like that, she went from a cowering, fear-filled person to a whole person with dreams, her own place and her own unbelievably hot biker.

Just the thought of him and she had to close her eyes to savor everything he conjured. He filled her mind like a sweet ghost, with his smoldering eyes and his powerful body. Hannah never knew life could be so good so fast.

The weather shifted from a tolerable temperature to frigid. Clouds rolled in and with them came a light snow shower. It wouldn’t stick, but she didn’t feel like walking back to John’s to get her phone. She decided she would take a nap and get ready for work. The past few days were catching up with her, and she was suddenly wiped out. She cuddled deep in her bed. It never felt so good. Even though John was not with her, he somehow made it feel more comfortable. She drifted off to a deep luscious sleep immediately.

And rudely awaken to the all too familiar violent sound of a pounding on the door. Cranston must have had his arraignment, or whatever and Trenton must not have been successful in keeping him from getting bail. Because it sounded like he was about to bust her door down. He was coming for her, pissed she stood up to him.

But it wasn’t Cranston after all. It was John. Hannah still didn’t open the door. She didn’t like that he had such horrible temper. All the romanticizing she did about him, she realized she didn’t know him. He was a biker, and they had reps. Maybe the man she had the powerful crush on wasn’t prince charming after all.

“Open up!” he said.

“Not until you calm down!” she called back, her voice rattled with emotion.

How could she have been so stupid?

“Hannah?” he asked in a much better tone. “Baby is that you?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Please open the door,” he said softly.

“You scared me,” she said unable to control herself.

“Sweetheart,” he said.

“Wait,” she barely managed. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I just left the courthouse, and when I couldn’t get a hold of you – baby, please open the door,” he said.

He sounded so sad. Hannah grabbed the bottom of her shirt and wiped her face off as best she could, checking herself in the mirror she had at the entrance of her apartment before letting him in. John stepped into her apartment, arms extended.

“I
am
so sorry,” he said. “I got so worried.”

He wrapped her up completely with his powerful embrace.

“I couldn’t get a hold of you, and I have a vivid imagination and a lot is going on,” he said.

It hit Hannah square in the gut that if she got this terrified by a guy she probably was not deputy material. Her big idea suddenly got very small, and it hurt a lot.

“So what’s going on?” he said.

“It’s nothing,” she brushed it off. “What did you want to tell me?”

She sat over on her sofa, slumped.

“The judge refused Cranston bail. He’s in jail for the duration. Trenton is working up a restraining order. I’m sorry. I had a million wild things running through my head when I couldn’t get in touch with you.”

“I left my cell phone at your place. I was already home when I realized it. Say I have to get ready for work now. I have to calm down,” she said.

“When do you have to be at work?” he asked.

“In about a half hour. It takes me that long to walk. I’m going to get dressed,” she said.

John followed her into her room. He was so tall. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him large behind her. Cranston was a shrimp of a man. Wiry. Short.

“Can I give you a ride please?” he asked.

She really wasn’t in any mood at the moment. Her fear sent her to the terrible place where she had no feelings for anything. She was so bummed out about the deputy thing.

“I think it’s too cold,” she mumbled.

“Too cold to drive but not too cold to walk?” he asked. “Baby look at me.”

He studied her face.

“I know I scared the crap out of you honey but were you upset before this?” he asked.

“No I was doing great but getting scared I realized –“she broke up again before she could finish.

John swept her up and settled on her bed.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I was going to be a deputy, but now I can’t,” she said.

“You were going to be a deputy, but now you can’t, why?” he said softly.

“Because if you scared me, I would be worthless,” said Hannah.

“I was scary on purpose. I was scary because I was scared. So everyone gets scared. And what were you doing before I got here?”

“Napping.”

“Oh that’s adorable,” he said. “And that would explain why you didn’t answer right away which set me off. Although, I apologize. I overreacted.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugged.

“No, it’s not,” he said. “I get I’m a little hot where you’re concerned. So back to being afraid, you weren’t expecting someone to come pounding on your door. Of course, you’d be scared. You can work on your reaction. Do you really want to be a deputy?”

“I want to help women like me, so they have more choices and also work with kids who lose their parents.” Her voice cracked again. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional.”

“Maybe because you have had to be so tough since they died that you haven’t felt safe enough to cry,” he said.

That made a lot of sense.

“So if you really want to be a deputy,” he said softly. “I know the sheriff, right? I’m sure he would love to sit down and talk with you about everything you need to qualify. I think Parshall needs a deputy like you to advocate for its citizens.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Cross my heart,” he said. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes, but it will take a little bit I think to calm down,” she replied.

“How long are you at work?”

“I have a six-hour shift so like I should be off at nine.”

“Would you mind me dropping by and having dinner? I promise not to pinch the waitress,” he said softly.

She smiled. “’Okay.”

“And I’ll give you a ride home. No more of this walking nonsense especially after dark or in the weather. I bet you between twenty bikers we can scare up some wheels for you,” said John.

“That’s okay,” she said.

“What do you mean that’s okay?” he stretched her out on the bed and tickled her.

“No tickling!” she shouted.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said. “If we have some wheels for you, I want you to have them. Of course, if you don’t mind me giving you rides, that’s okay with me, too.”

“’Kay. I’ll change at the restaurant,” she said.

“Why do it there?” he asked.

“So I can ride on the back of your bike,” she said.

“I have the Charger with me right now. How about you get ready for work? I’ll take you, and then I’ll drop by your phone. How about dinner?” he asked.

“That’s a great idea,” she said.

It made her happy that he would do that for her.

“Finally,” he said. “There’s that smile.”

 

 

Chapter 10

 

It was slow at Park Café. Parshall was such a slow motion town, what with the fracking boom that came and moved on to New City, not much happened. People liked to take their meals out, so waiting tables was a steady gig for Hannah.

But when she began her shift that night, she thought ahead and could see herself working toward becoming a police officer and helping others. She could picture it clearly.

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