The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) (12 page)

Hannah climbed on the foot of the bed where she stood. She wrapped her arms around her giant biker.

“Thanks for telling me that gently,” she said. “You know what I think?”

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice like sweet syrup.

“That I have my whole life in front of me. It’s not behind me. And I really want to pay attention to it. Starting now,” she said.

She pressed her lips against his slowly, sensually. She penetrated his mouth with her tongue with on-purpose teasing. He moaned and buckled a little against her. He held on tighter to her. She reached down between his legs to feel his erection.

Hannah’s lips remained locked on his as she opened his jeans and pushed them off of his hips. She dropped to her knees. He clutched her head as she took him into her mouth. She played her tongue along the soft skin of his cock. Swirling it. Tasting it. He was a wonderful size. So long and thick. Majestic and beautiful. She went down on him as deeply as she could.

Hannah worked up as much wetness in her mouth as she could, tightening the flesh of her mouth around him while drawing up and down with slow torture. She reached between his legs and let her finger explore his enormous testicles. John growled.

His hips drove into her mouth. She guided his head to her cheek, letting it batter the pliant walls until they were taut. She raked his rod with her teeth, lightly, flicking her tongue as she went.

He pushed her back against the mattress as he pulled out of her mouth. Her legs draped over the edge of the bed. He leaned over her, planting one hand on either side of her. He entered her. Hannah extended her feet and locked them around the small of his back. She rocked her hips up toward him and pressed her feet to pull him into her.

John balanced on one hand to guide her hand between her legs. His eyes were fixed on her as she gave herself pleasure. Her hand stayed put as he rolled her over. Her feet were on the ground; her buttocks butted up against his abdomen as he hammered into her body. Hannah raised up on the balls of her feet to make curves taut and even more firm.

He gave her a playful spank, sending a jolt through her that caused her to draw up. She froze, gripping him with her body. She lifted up and down, raising and lowering on her feet. Finally, he lost it. He covered her with his body, driving into her like a madman.

Hannah felt like she was cascading down the rapids, tumbling and turning as the sounds of her heart and her breathing filled her head. She dropped, down the waterfall of pleasure, her body involuntarily spasming on his. Her cries filled the hotel room. She cried out with everything she had. John’s rapture blended with hers, releasing at the top of their lungs.

“Shit,” he said as he dropped to her side of her. “That was delicious.”

John’s phone rang.

“Should you get that?” she asked.

“No, I want to ignore it. I want it to be just us two,” he said.

There was a knock on the door.

“John, it’s Danny. You in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” called John. “I’m getting dressed. What’s up?”

“Snow storm. We’ll be here for a lot longer than we planned on, if we don’t leave now. We gotta get Hannah back to give a statement to Billy,” he said.

“Okay,” he said. “Thanks.”

He loomed over her, shaking his head.

“So much for R & R,” he said.

“I like your place,” she said. “Can I R & R there?”

“Sure you can,” he stroked her hair.

“I wanna go see my sister. I have this idea and I want to know what you think,” she said.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Well, Trenton said my parents’ place needs some fixing up because it was trashed,” she said.

“Yes. Mostly cosmetic. Nothing structural as I understand it,” said John.

“I want to have a painting party, and give the house to Bull and Melinda for a wedding present,” she said.

Her suggestion hypnotized him. He had a look on his face like what she had said was the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

“Yes? No? On the painting party?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said softly. “Absolutely.”

“What?” she asked.

“That is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever heard of,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.

Chapter 18

John and Hannah washed up and took the elevator to the mezzanine level where Melinda and Bull had their suite. Packed in their elevator car was a wedding party. The bride was dressed in cafe au lait silk, and the bridesmaids had on dresses of the same color but deeper, with rusted velvet bodices. Perfect colors for a fall wedding. It was so romantic.

Hannah had never given a thought to getting married before. Her parents had a great marriage when they were alive. When Cranston Cox entered the picture, she was damn sure not going to be with anyone.

But the wedding party was actually the second wedding party she had seen since arriving though she didn’t really pay any attention to the others. North Dakota had no waiting period to get married. Lots of people like come there for that reason. Seeing people dressed up to get married, made her want, at least just a little bit, to get married.

John caught Hannah checking out the dresses. He winked. She hoped like anything she had just been caught wanting to put a noose around his neck. It would be pretty embarrassing if he knew what she was thinking. The elevator opened up onto Melinda’s floor.

John put a grounding hand on her shoulder. They carefully counted the doors until they came to the right one. Hannah knocked. Melinda greeted them. She was wearing a loose top. Hannah noted her breasts were swollen. From what John told Hannah, Melinda was about three months pregnant. Stuff was just now starting to be too small for her.

But it wasn’t her body that changed so much as her face. She had a different look. How could Hannah have missed that?

The sisters embraced. They both started crying. They hugged in the doorway. John patiently waited until they were through. When they started chatting, he firmly coaxed them into the room.

As good as it felt to hold her sister again, Hannah had a sense of letting go. It was a strong feeling that Hannah didn’t regret or deny. It felt right.

“Danny says they’re calling for a snow storm. We were going to head out,” said John.

“We’re staying,” said Bull. “Honeymoon.”

Hannah spied on Bull for any signs of regretting his choice to marry her sister. Melinda was a gorgeous girl and a sweetheart. Under the TLC of the Ghost, Hannah was sure her sister would put the awful past behind her.

“Oh perfect,” said Hannah. “That’s just perfect. A honeymoon sounds wonderful. You both deserve something good in your lives. ”

“I married a really beautiful woman, and I’m going to be a dad,” he said with a huge smile on his face. “I have my great brother Ghosts for whom I am deeply thankful. I’m having more than my share of wonderful things.”

His words warmed Hannah. She kissed her sister on the cheek. Then she stepped over to Bull and did the same.

“I hope you two will be very happy,” she said. “We’ll see you when you get home.”

Chapter 19

Just to be on the safe side, the Ghosts hauled their bikes with Ford trucks. As promised, Danny found a biker for Tara and he was careful to make sure that she road with him on the way home. They rode with John and Hannah in the Nova. Hannah loved that they hit it off. They made it back to Parshall just as the first snowflakes fell. She and John dropped the biker and Tara off at Park Cafe.

Everyone went to their respective homes without event. There was no indication of how Hannah would awake the next day. She shared John’s bed, officially as his girlfriend. It was so romantic with the first real snowfall of the season. They were days away from Halloween, and all the scary things were out of their lives.

John woke Hannah up with fresh, delicious coffee. She felt like a princess being served coffee in bed. She lingered under the covers soaking it up.

“Oh no,” he said playfully, tossing a painter’s cap on the bed. “You have to get up and get ready for work.”

“Did the restaurant change the uniform?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said. “Me and the guys are cleaning up the house. You and I are going down to the paint store and picking out colors. We plan to take our lunches at Park Cafe. Any questions?”

“No sir,” she said.

“Okay then,” he said. “Chop chop.”

“Slave driver,” she called as she threw on her jeans, and brushed her long hair to put it up in a ponytail. It cascaded down her back.

He lowered his mouth to the base of her neck. Her nipples were hard in an instant.

“You’re so pretty,” he said.

“Thanks. And you’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Shall we stop by the house and figure out colors?”

“That’s a good idea. I can’t wait to see the place,” she said.

They rode over to the house in John’s Charger. It was like sitting in a ship, it was so huge. They held hands as they walked into the house. Inside the Ghosts were busy hauling out debris from the trashed interior. There was a full dumpster. They were down to litter and were sweeping. One guy was patching drywall. Others were already to the taping stage.

Hannah turned to John and just released the emotion from her body. She didn’t get too dramatic. She released a few deep breaths until the bulk of the pressure subsided. This was positive. No more tears, she decided.

She put some gloves and started loaded a garbage with trash.

“You don’t have to do that,” said John.

“Hey, I’m not going to sit around here and do nothing,” she said.

He closed in behind her and whispered in her ear.

“Remind me of how much I want to have sex with you in your work clothes,” he murmured.

“I promise I will,” she smiled. “I wanna do my part.”

“We were thinking of sand blasting the fireplace. They burned something that’s charred the brick here,” said Danny.

“Whatever you want to do,” she said, floored with feelings. “I am sure it will be beautiful.”

But working in the house though, the feelings were too rich. She had to move on to the paint store. She started seeing the house in her mind, each of the rooms painted in their new colors. All she had to do was pick out paint, and yet, the morning was exhausting.

Thankfully, that was all she had to do. The Ghosts were like elves. They transformed the house within days. They pulled up the carpets and refinished the wood floors. The next time she returned to the house, it was perfect. It was like a show piece. The bikers folded up their tools, and cleaned up the site and went home. Hannah and John did a walk through.

The fireplace was lit when they entered the home, and it felt homey. No one would ever know that the house was a venue for despicable acts related to human trafficking, prostitution and child porn. This was a house now for holidays and dinner parties.

“John, I don’t know how to thank you guys,” she said. “I sound dumb just even saying that. I never met such nice people in my life.”

It was true. The Ghosts were in such contrast to the evil man that took total control of her sister and her.

“I can’t wait till Melinda and Bull see this,” she said.

She took his hand and walked her into the master bedroom.

“I picked this color in here, so that was nice and bright for when the baby comes,” she said.

“How are you going to handle the fact that the baby is half Cranston Cox’s?” he asked quietly.

“With love,” she said without missing a beat.

“Love,” said John.

She suddenly got distracted, because beyond him outside the window, she saw movement. She focused. Snow. Lots of it. She wasn’t sure how long that was going on, but it accumulated quickly.

“Oh my gosh,” she said.

“Hold on,” he said.

He went out to the trunk of his car and returned with his arms loaded with a bedroll, and a basket. He laid them both out in front of the fireplace.

“I know you want to give the house to your sister, but until then, I thought was we would have a night,” he said.

“I would love it,” she said.

Hannah’s heart felt like it was going burst. Her handsome biker brought a salad, French bread, and a bottle of wine. He also brought a case of water for them. He laid out a futon mattress. They ate first, and then he spread another blanket out.

When dinner was over, they sipped their wine. He shot her a seductive look. They both had one thing on their minds. Now the real hunger began. It was like a magnet pulled them together. Hannah laid in his arms, looking up at him. John leaned over her, beaming at her. 

They came together to kiss. He took her mouth, so gingerly, sweeping her mouth thoroughly. His hand fished the neckline of her shirt to find her nipple. His hand was so firm and warm on her generous breast. He plumped up her flesh, kneading it.

“Wait a sec,” she jumped up.