The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) (13 page)

BOOK: The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5)
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She had stashed a painter’s cap. She put it on and pranced around in it in front of him like a stripper.

“You asked me to remind you about fucking me in this getup,” said Hannah.

“You gonna kiss me with that mouth?” he teased.

John raised up on his knees and swept her off of her feet. He laid her out on the mattress under him. Hannah raised her shirt up to expose herself to him. To offer herself to him. He put his mouth on her, licking and suckling her nipple. She lasciviously widened her knees. He settled himself in between her legs, grinding his arousal against her center.

“I need you so much,” she whispered.

‘You got me, baby,” he rasped.

He got inside of her and made slow, sensual love to her. The fire flickered in the fireplace while the snow fell outside. It was so perfect. She felt like she could let him rock her forever.

He rested his mouth next to her ear, whispering words of praise to her.

“You feel so good,” he said. “You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

His words made her rub up against him. She rubbed her breasts against his hard chest. He looked into her eyes as he pumped her softly. He swept the hair from her eyes gently, stroking her lovingly. Hannah softly ran her hands up and down his broad, muscled back. She glided them to the curves of his amazing buttocks.

He rolled her over onto her stomach and kissed her back down the length of her spine. He was torturing her blissfully. He entwined his hands with hers as he pushed into her again. He continued to talk to her.

“I could stay inside you forever,” he whispered.

She nodded. She knew exactly how he felt.

“Love this,” she said.

She boldly pushed him over on to his back. She straddled him and rocked him. She rolled her spine like a serpent. She touched her breasts for his visual pleasure. He joined her and played with her nipples.

He touched her. He slipped his thumb between them and pressed as she wriggled on him. He gripped her hips and drove into her. He rocketed mercilessly until she felt the shift.  Until her nipples were hard from the inside out.

She whimpered. It was the equivalent to begging. But John did not take pity on her. His biceps nearly popped as he pushed into her again and again and again. Hannah had come so many times in the past couple of weeks; she was sure she could not come again. And yet there it was.

In little tremors at first, the clenches of ecstasy rolled through her, building and building until her whole belly was rippling with sweetness. She cried out. He tilted her back onto the futon. It was so cool and soft against her back. She was flushed with her climax, tingling and content as John’s body stiffened, racked with an orgasm himself.

Hannah strummed his body as he came undone with an orgasm that only they seemed d to be able to give each other. He was wonderful as his big powerful self-succumbed. Then the house was silence, except for the snow pelting the glass. It was a sweet, beautiful sound. The fire crackled.

Then he kissed her. The kiss was heartfelt, sweet, tender, and romantic.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

When she regained her faculties, Hannah reached for a bottled water and sipped it. She handed it to him.

“Thank you, babe,” he said.

She was quiet. Her mind snagged on something that he had said after they made love. He had said he loved her. It would be understandable how he could blurt that out in one of their moments. They had passion. They had volatile chemistry. They mentioned love because they had hit it off so intensely. And he was doing so much to help her get her life back. He even encouraged her to go after her dream and become a deputy.

She couldn’t get her mind off those three words. I. Love. You.

But did he mean it? She didn’t know if it would do more harm asking than if she left it alone and didn’t know. It was one of those things that, since he brought it up, she had to know.

She pulled the blanket up around them. They were both naked. It was a luscious combination. Finally, Hannah focused. He was looking at her again. While she was fussing and getting comfortable, he had been watching her. The look on his face said everything. Hannah knew what it was now. He loved her back. For the first time ever, she had her happily ever after.

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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