The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

go through that, but it was trickier than they thought,” said John.
    “We will,” said Bull. “I’ll text him now.”
    It didn’t take but a minute for the lawyer to respond.
    “Wow, he says for Melinda, unless she has a house in Reno like Jennifer did, the waiting period is shorter here,” he said with a sigh.
    John laughed.
    “What?” asked Bull as Melinda huddled into him.
    “Nothing,” said John.
    “Oh,” Bull said, continuing reading. “He says he wants to file an annulment so that the transfer of property will be nullified for sure. He’s going to prove fraud… okay, it’s a long text, but looks like Trenton is on it.
    “Yeah but you can file papers tomorrow,” said John with a smile. “Get things started.”
    “Apprehended,” John read his phone. “That was quick. They got your boy.”
    Melinda and Hannah high fived.
    “He’s not my boy,” said Melinda. “He’s our nightmare, and I am glad he’s over.”
    “Well,” said Bull. “I think we’ll call it a night.”
    Everyone said their goodnights.
    Hannah and Melinda talked for a few minutes on the couch.
    “I really like Bull,” Melinda said. “He’s a badass, but sweet on the inside.”
    “Yeah, I get it. I like John.”
    “I could tell.”
    “Guess we found ourselves some bikers.”
    She smiled. “Guess so.” 
    As Hannah watched her sister tag after Bull who was aptly named – he was built like an ox – she wondered if she wasn’t looking in a mirror. A sucker for the first kind, affectionate person who paid attention to her.
    John McCarthy was a gorgeous man. Obviously a kind one, and he liked her. But the doubts crept up for Hannah that things were moving awfully fast. For both her and her sister. That was how they got into the mess with Cranston in the first place.
    “Hey,” John said as though he could read her mind.
    He gently crossed the yard to her. He scooped her hair delicately with his powerful fingers.
    “I enjoy your company a lot. But there’s no pressure here,” he assured her so earnestly.
    Hannah took his hand. There was pressure. She had a roaring attraction to him, and she needed human comfort.
    “Thank you for that,” she said. “I think you know I have a crush on you.”
    He smiled.
    “You’re adorable,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that to me.”
    “But I wish we were coming together for a different reason,” she said.
    He looked longingly into her eyes.
    “Woman, we are under a star-lit prairie sky. We just spent the evening with friends – new and old. We just got the bad guy. I would say these are good circumstances, wouldn’t you?”
    Hannah couldn’t agree more. She tilted her head upward. His lips brushed across her ever so softly. When he swept her mouth with his tongue, her knees buckled. John’s strong arms held her up.
    Their embrace intensified. Their bodies swayed under the clear prairie sky. They had each other and the occasional waft of heat from the fire pit for warmth. He pressed his massive, stone-hard chest to hers. Though the neckline of her T-shirt was not low, Hannah was heavy chested. Her breasts smushed up over the neckline as she and John pressed each other tight.
    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