by Ruby Forrest
“Sleep well, sweetheart?” Casey was smirking, leaning back in the chair like he owned the place. He was surveying her calmly and it sent thrills of anger and fear up Hanna- Gale’s spine.
“What are you doing in my house?” Hanna- Gale was impressed with herself for keeping her voice as level and cool as she was. It was impressive, considering that every part of her was trembling.
He chuckled quietly, low and soft, “I told you I’d be back.” He smirked, “I told you a lot last night. Weren’t you listening?”
Hanna- Gale felt anger tighten her shoulders, “Just because you said this place is your turf, doesn’t mean I’m handing over the keys to my house!”
He shook his head, “Do not need keys, or haven’t you noticed that?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. The malice in his eyes rolled off him in waves, mingling with humor to create a bitter combination. Hanna- Gale shuddered.
Gorgeous outside, but she wasn’t so sure about inside. She stared him down, “Get out.”
“Not happening, sweetheart.” He looked so confident, so comfortable in her chair, in her home, that Hanna- Gale wanted to scream.
“I do not need a deadbeat biker in my home.”
His eyes narrowed and Hanna- Gale had a feeling that she was crossing the line, “What?” His voice was soft and careful, like he was giving her a chance to apologize, or grovel. His muscles were tense and Hanna- Gale couldn’t help but admire the tension in his skin, the tight angle of his jaw.
“You have no business here. What would you do with a house like this anyway?” She was sneering and she knew it. She was being degrading and she didn’t care. She just wanted him to leave her alone and let her get on with her life.
“What, you do not think I could live in a house like this?” He rose to his feet, towering and impressive and Hanna- Gale felt a shudder run down her spine, “You think I’m just a deadbeat biker, huh?”
Anger flashed behind his eyes and Hanna- Gale was struck by the oddest feeling, that he wasn’t quite human. For a flash, his teeth seemed too sharp, his eyes almost like slits. He moved with great power and Hanna- Gale realized very quickly that she was playing with fire.
She stepped back, “I think that this is my house and you need to stop harassing me!” Her body tingled with anger and fear, intoxicating and she wanted to grab him until he understood.
“I haven’t even begun to harass you!” He snarled. He was too close and Hanna- Gale grabbed his shirt tightly in her hands, as if to shove him away. But before she could, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her.
Hanna- Gale gasped in surprise, confusion flooding her, feeling like her body was floating, lighter than air as confusion swirled around her mind and made her feel giddy, almost sick. He felt amazing. His lips were hot and his kisses were passionate and Hanna- Gale found that it was oh so easy to get lost in him, to get lost in the feeling of his lips on hers.
She could feel the warmth radiating from his skin and suddenly his arms were around her, strong hands on her back pulling her closer. She held on to his shirt as she was pressed against him, feeling the strong tension of his muscles beneath his skin, his scent making her world spin, her body tremble. She pressed against him, a soft moan in her throat. He felt good, so much better than she ever would have thought.
He smelt almost smoky, like ashes from a fire and Hanna- Gale never thought that could smell so damn good. She melted into him, shivering as his hands went to her hair, tangling in the neat curls and tugging softly. Hanna- Gale moaned in response, clinging to his jacket for dear life. She felt like she was being swept along in a storm, holding on for purchase and finding it impossible to stay grounded.
Casey lifted her up, pulling her towards the couch and Hanna- Gale had no intention of fighting him. They sank into the couch and his hands were on her dress, brushing up her hem and caressing her skin. Hanna- Gale moaned, pushing back, trying to tug off his jacket. He shrugged it off with a chuckle, letting it fall to the pillows behind. Perfect.
She felt his arms, noticed the tattoos that rippled so deeply they seemed to move, to make living patterns on his skin. Her breath rushed out in a deep whoosh as she trembled softly against him. She tugged at his shirt and he broke the kiss to suck at her neck and caress her skin further. Hanna- Gale’s hands crept beneath the fabric, stroking his skin and making him groan in response.
She thrilled at the feeling of hard abs beneath her hands, the way his muscles tightened and trembled when he moved, the strength and power that lurked behind his good looks. Next, his hands were brushing her body, pulling up the hem of her dress so far that it made Hanna- Gale gasp, a blush rising to her skin.
This was way too fast. She didn’t even like him, wasn’t even sure of his intentions. She didn’t like him, but the magnetism was undeniable and there was something about him that Hanna- Gale found likeable, even if she didn’t want to admit it. He was gorgeous and she shivered softly with pleasure as she pulled him in closer.
He tugged her dress off her skin and Hanna- Gale willingly shimmied out of it. He tossed it to one side and looked her over. Hanna- Gale was blushing, wearing nothing but the skimpy little panties and bra that she had thrown on this morning.
Casey’s hands drifted across her skin, stroking it slowly, down her navel and across the curve of her breasts. She groaned and squirmed and then he was pressed against her again, his shirt on the floor, his skin against hers.
Hanna- Gale moaned and pressed up against him, feeling her nipples rub against the soft lace of her bra. They hardened and she bit her lip with the desire that burnt between her thighs and trembled through her legs.
She was burning up, a flush to her skin that spoke of pleasure and want in all the dirty little ways that she wanted it most. Hanna- Gale held on tightly as Casey’s hands slipped around her back, her hair tumbling between them as he brushed and teased the clasp of her bra.
When he finally undid it, Hanna- Gale felt like she would lose herself to the ecstasy completely. He stroked her skin, he pulled at the bra until it fell off her completely. She gasped and shivered as her breasts hit the cool air, only to be pressed against the warmth of his chest.
She bit her lip and trembled as he held her tightly against him, his lips moving down her neck, to her chest. He grasped her breast in his hands, teasing and flicking the nipple with his thumb. Hanna- Gale trembled, feeling her head swim with desire for him.
Only moments ago, she had though she hated him. Now, feeling him against her, she was left breathless with desire and want for him, and she couldn’t understand it. She didn’t want to understand it. This was perfect and she didn’t want it to end.
When Casey’s hand strayed to her panties, Hanna- Gale wanted to gasp with pleasure. She shifted her hips as he slowly, slowly pulled the lacy pair off, past her hips, past her thighs until they dropped to the floor along with all her other clothes.
She was left wearing nothing but her heels, laying on the couch, naked in front of this man. This man who she knew to be dangerous. Excitement thrilled through her, trembling all the way to the tips of her toes. The warm heat that throbbed between her thighs made her giddy and she wanted to pull him down and bring them together right there and then.
Instead, she reached for his belt, her shaky fingers struggling to undo the buckle. He groaned quietly, his hand moving between her thighs, to part them. Hanna- Gale did so willingly and his fingers began to touch and explore the heat that lay there. Hanna- Gale moaned and squirmed, holding onto him tightly as his fingers pressed against her entrance.
He moved slowly, and Hanna- Gale was a mess as he pushed them slowly within her. The pleasure that spiked within her was unbelievable and by the time he’d thrusted again, Hanna- Gale was openly moaning, “Casey…more…” She gasped, feeling the waves of pleasure lurk just beyond her sight, threading through her skin and leaving their mark there. Hanna- Gale shivered, holding on tight and moving against him.
She finally managed to free his belt and tug open the buttons of his jeans. The zipper came down easily and Hanna- Gale reached into his underwear, pulling out his length. She bit her lip at his size, at the impressive girth and began to slowly stroke him, feeling the size of him and trembling.
Casey groaned deeply as she did this, a tremble to his skin as she stroked and caressed his skin, just as he had done to her. She moaned and squirmed and felt incredible in every way. It made her bite her lip and arch her hips and drop her head onto the pillow.
When he finally pulled out his fingers, Hanna- Gale felt a thrill run through her. His length pressed up against her entrance, slowly pushing against the heat between her legs. The pleasure rose in her mind, desire at a fever pitch and Hanna- Gale groaned, shivering and holding on for dear life as he began to slowly, slowly push himself within her.
Hanna- Gale gasped his name and Casey began to push deeper within her. He thrusted deep and Hanna- Gale gasped, groaning and holding onto him so very tightly. Her vision felt almost hazy and she bit her lip, gasping and trembling, writhing beneath him as he thrusted within her, deep and strong.
He was groaning and Hanna- Gale thrilled at the sound. She was lost in the moment. Everything felt so good, everything felt so very right and it was difficult to tell what was in her surroundings. All she noticed was Casey, and all she could feel was the pleasure between her thighs.
Hanna- Gale felt the pleasure begin to overcome her. When Casey increased his speed, thrusting deeper inside her, Hanna- Gale just couldn’t take it anymore. She climaxed hard, holding onto Casey tightly as she did. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt like she was drowning in the perfect feelings, drowning in the way he held her and she shivered against him.
It was overwhelming and beautiful and it was everything that Hanna- Gale had never dared to let herself feel. It was too much, it was not enough and it was perfect in every way. She moaned and shivered, biting her lip hard.
It was perfect. Casey climaxed soon after her, holding her tightly as he shivered, his own pleasure washing over them both and leaving Hanna- Gale feeling giddy and shaky and perfect. He was panting hard as he sank back into the pillows, Hanna- Gale collapsing on top of him. They rested there like that for the longest while, no words passed between them.
Hanna- Gale shut her eyes and basked in the feeling, not wanting reality to rear its head and bring her down. For the moment, this was perfect and it was all that she needed. This was everything that she wanted and more, and reality could wait
Just for a moment, reality could wait. Because lying on Casey’s chest felt so good, so right, and Hanna- Gale was so very tired.
Chapter 6
Casey lifted her up, pulling her towards the couch and Hanna- Gale had no intention of fighting him. They sank into the couch and his hands were on her dress, brushing up her hem and caressing her skin. Hanna- Gale moaned, pushing back, trying to tug off his jacket. He shrugged it off with a chuckle, letting it fall to the pillows behind. Perfect.
She felt his arms, noticed the tattoos that rippled so deeply they seemed to move, to make living patterns on his skin. Her breath rushed out in a deep whoosh as she trembled softly against him. She tugged at his shirt and he broke the kiss to suck at her neck and caress her skin further. Hanna- Gale’s hands crept beneath the fabric, stroking his skin and making him groan in response.
She thrilled at the feeling of hard abs beneath her hands, the way his muscles tightened and trembled when he moved, the strength and power that lurked behind his good looks. Next, his hands were brushing her body, pulling up the hem of her dress so far that it made Hanna- Gale gasp, a blush rising to her skin.
This was way too fast. She didn’t even like him, wasn’t even sure of his intentions. She didn’t like him, but the magnetism was undeniable and there was something about him that Hanna- Gale found likeable, even if she didn’t want to admit it. He was gorgeous and she shivered softly with pleasure as she pulled him in closer.
He tugged her dress off her skin and Hanna- Gale willingly shimmied out of it. He tossed it to one side and looked her over. Hanna- Gale was blushing, wearing nothing but the skimpy little panties and bra that she had thrown on this morning.
Casey’s hands drifted across her skin, stroking it slowly, down her navel and across the curve of her breasts. She groaned and squirmed and then he was pressed against her again, his shirt on the floor, his skin against hers.
Hanna- Gale moaned and pressed up against him, feeling her nipples rub against the soft lace of her bra. They hardened and she bit her lip with the desire that burnt between her thighs and trembled through her legs.
She was burning up, a flush to her skin that spoke of pleasure and want in all the dirty little ways that she wanted it most. Hanna- Gale held on tightly as Casey’s hands slipped around her back, her hair tumbling between them as he brushed and teased the clasp of her bra.
When he finally undid it, Hanna- Gale felt like she would lose herself to the ecstasy completely. He stroked her skin, he pulled at the bra until it fell off her completely. She gasped and shivered as her breasts hit the cool air, only to be pressed against the warmth of his chest.
She bit her lip and trembled as he held her tightly against him, his lips moving down her neck, to her chest. He grasped her breast in his hands, teasing and flicking the nipple with his thumb. Hanna- Gale trembled, feeling her head swim with desire for him.
Only moments ago, she had though she hated him. Now, feeling him against her, she was left breathless with desire and want for him, and she couldn’t understand it. She didn’t want to understand it. This was perfect and she didn’t want it to end.
When Casey’s hand strayed to her panties, Hanna- Gale wanted to gasp with pleasure. She shifted her hips as he slowly, slowly pulled the lacy pair off, past her hips, past her thighs until they dropped to the floor along with all her other clothes.
She was left wearing nothing but her heels, laying on the couch, naked in front of this man. This man who she knew to be dangerous. Excitement thrilled through her, trembling all the way to the tips of her toes. The warm heat that throbbed between her thighs made her giddy and she wanted to pull him down and bring them together right there and then.
Instead, she reached for his belt, her shaky fingers struggling to undo the buckle. He groaned quietly, his hand moving between her thighs, to part them. Hanna- Gale did so willingly and his fingers began to touch and explore the heat that lay there. Hanna- Gale moaned and squirmed, holding onto him tightly as his fingers pressed against her entrance.
He moved slowly, and Hanna- Gale was a mess as he pushed them slowly within her. The pleasure that spiked within her was unbelievable and by the time he’d thrusted again, Hanna- Gale was openly moaning, “Casey…more…” She gasped, feeling the waves of pleasure lurk just beyond her sight, threading through her skin and leaving their mark there. Hanna- Gale shivered, holding on tight and moving against him.
She finally managed to free his belt and tug open the buttons of his jeans. The zipper came down easily and Hanna- Gale reached into his underwear, pulling out his length. She bit her lip at his size, at the impressive girth and began to slowly stroke him, feeling the size of him and trembling.
Casey groaned deeply as she did this, a tremble to his skin as she stroked and caressed his skin, just as he had done to her. She moaned and squirmed and felt incredible in every way. It made her bite her lip and arch her hips and drop her head onto the pillow.
When he finally pulled out his fingers, Hanna- Gale felt a thrill run through her. His length pressed up against her entrance, slowly pushing against the heat between her legs. The pleasure rose in her mind, desire at a fever pitch and Hanna- Gale groaned, shivering and holding on for dear life as he began to slowly, slowly push himself within her.
Hanna- Gale gasped his name and Casey began to push deeper within her. He thrusted deep and Hanna- Gale gasped, groaning and holding onto him so very tightly.
Her vision felt almost hazy and she bit her lip, gasping and trembling, writhing beneath him as he thrusted within her, deep and strong.
He was groaning and Hanna- Gale thrilled at the sound. She was lost in the moment. Everything felt so good, everything felt so very right and it was difficult to tell what was in her surroundings. All she noticed was Casey, and all she could feel was the pleasure between her thighs.
Hanna- Gale felt the pleasure begin to overcome her. When Casey increased his speed, thrusting deeper inside her, Hanna- Gale just couldn’t take it anymore. She climaxed hard, holding onto Casey tightly as she did. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt like she was drowning in the perfect feelings, drowning in the way he held her and she shivered against him.
It was overwhelming and beautiful and it was everything that Hanna- Gale had never dared to let herself feel. It was too much, it was not enough and it was perfect in every way. She moaned and shivered, biting her lip hard.
It was perfect. Casey climaxed soon after her, holding her tightly as he shivered, his own pleasure washing over them both and leaving Hanna- Gale feeling giddy and shaky and perfect. He was panting hard as he sank back into the pillows, Hanna- Gale collapsing on top of him. They rested there like that for the longest while, no words passed between them.
Hanna- Gale shut her eyes and basked in the feeling, not wanting reality to rear its head and bring her down. For the moment, this was perfect and it was all that she needed. This was everything that she wanted and more, and reality could wait.
Just for a moment, reality could wait. Because lying on Casey’s chest felt so good, so right, and Hanna- Gale was so very tired.
Hanna- Gale woke with a start, feeling the twisting tendrils of the dream wrap around her and hug her tight, hold her in an unyielding grip. She moaned and rubbed her face, taking a deep breath.
Thoughts of last night raced around her head, flooding her system and leaving her dizzy. She reassured herself that everything was going to be fine, that she was going to be fine, that she hadn't made the worst choice of her life. She shuddered and tried to gather the courage up inside herself to look over, to look towards him, to where Casey lay.
