Page 9 of Secrets

She's unsure how to read the disappointment in his tone. "You want to ride home with a hard on?"

He just stares at her, and she knows what he's trying to say. Licking him, she slides him back into her mouth, doing exactly what she knows he likes. Her hands assist, and when he comes hard in her mouth, she presses her finger right behind his balls to prolong his pleasure.

"Fuck!" he shouts, thrusting into her mouth and nearly knocking her down. "How do you do that?"

Swallowing, she stands and smiles while he pulls his jeans back up. "I know what my baby likes."

His eyes look into hers, and she hates the sad look. "Your baby likes you."

"And my baby gets to repay the favor when we get home," she says, her hand cupping his cheek. "First with your tongue."

"Really?"

His excitement and astonishment make her feel like a failure as an old lady. Slipping his hand into the front of her jeans, she lets him feel her need. "I need you, Chance. I can't quite make it as apparent to everyone like you can, but it's definitely more than want."

"Fuck, you're wet."

"I kind of get turned on when you lose control and choke me."

She finds herself turned around, her back pressed against his front, as his fingers reach further to slide into her while his palm grids against her clit.

"Chance," she pants, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder as the orgasm builds. "Oh, God."

Lips find hers as she explodes, and she cries into his mouth as her body rocks, her clit rubbing his palm like a dog in heat, and he hardens against her again.

"It's been so long since you came," he whispers into her ear. "We have to get the fuck home. If we don't leave now, I'm going to take you here, and I don't want to do that."

"Take me home," she pants as he slips his hand out of her and out of her pants, his fingers toying with her clit as he does. Her body jumps at the sensation. "Or take me here. I honestly don't care which. Holy shit."

Chapter Four

Summerville

Hannah

Stepping out of the cab, Hannah gives the driver the rest of the money she had on her when she was locked up. Looking up at the clubhouse she hasn't stepped foot in for over two years, she pauses. Does she really want to go inside? No, but she has nowhere else to go. If she did have somewhere else, she would be there right now instead of in front of the building she dreamed every night of setting on fire. She's stuck here. She's stuck with the people who robbed her of the things most important to her.

She hadn't heard of the name Lily Hankinson until a week ago, but she got Hannah released today. Released from prison for killing a Kingsmen member. When word got out on the inside, it earned her a bit of clout but also quite a few enemies. Heraffiliation with the now-Deranged Drifters earned her the new scars on her body that weren’t there before. At least she'd grown up fighting and knowing how to defend herself.

Closing her eyes, she wishes on every star in the sky that she could be anywhere else but here. Just transported to a different time and place. She opens her eyes to see she's in the same spot. In the same clothes she was given when she was released that are now a bit too big for her, and she's in desperate need of a real shower. And a haircut. Her normally auburn hair is a dull shade of brown with unruly split ends. She may look a little different, but it doesn't compare to how she feels.

The judge threw the book at her because she's a lady of a biker, and she removed Rocky from the visitors allowed to see her. Seeing him coming in from the outside while she sat in prison for saving his friend was too hard to deal with. But the real kicker was how she was forced to stay behind bars while her best friend burned to death in her house. A death that still doesn't sound quite right, but Rocky didn't want to hear her theories because it was too hard.

Kara and Hannah stayed in contact, and both of them struggled with the death. It never made sense. The details never really added up, but no one looked into it because she was the wife of the President of a biker club. Not only did Dani die while Hannah sat behind bars, she missed her funeral. The thing the club took from her most was the ability to say goodbye to her best friend. The one person who was there, no matter what.

Rocky may be her man, or was… she's not quite sure where she stands anymore, but it was Dani who got her through the death of her parents and brother. Again, because of the club. She learned to forgive the club for being the reason her family was taken from her. Now, she has nowhere but the club to turn to. The club without the woman who was there, every day, crying with her and helping her through the darkest days of herlife. And when that person died, there was no one to help her through. It feels like she hasn't seen sunlight since Rocky came to tell her Dani was gone.

Yes, she's different. She's an angry, hollow shell of the woman she was before everything went to hell. Opening the door, she sighs and walks inside with the plastic bag of what few belongings she had when she was locked up.

"Hannah?" Rocky asks, his dark hair longer than he normally wears it with a full beard covering his chin.

Dove, the club bunny he chose to fuck for the night, climbs off his lap and walks away. She's always liked Dove, but knowing Rocky took a club bunny to bed while she was locked away makes her blood boil.

"Surprise."

"You're out?" he asks, hurrying over to her and pulling her into a hug. He lifts her off her feet, and she swings slightly. His muscles are larger than she remembers, and he gained muscle while she lost weight. "Why didn't you call me? I would've come to get you!"

"It happened really fast," she says, and she doesn't have the energy to add any false excitement to her voice. There's nothing happy about this.

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