Chapter Six
Hannah
I glanced in my rear view mirror for the hundredth time since I’d left the rescue. I was driving home, with an SUV full of animals and a motorcycle tailing me.
My lips pulled into a smile when I thought about being under MC protection.
I was an independent woman. Being single at thirty-five kind of made that a necessity.
But, I didn’t feel equipped to handle this.
I knew nothing about criminals, dog fighting, drugs, all of it.
Being independent didn’t mean doing everything myself and consequences be damned.
Sometimes it meant calling in an expert, so that is what I had done.
Granted the police would have been the most logical experts to call, but I was glad I had the MC’s help.
I gave myself a silent pat on the back for accepting help when I needed it.
Why Moose was offering help was another question.
I knew the MC had their own beef with these guys.
Or they thought they did, anyway. More than that, I suspected Moose, for all of his bravado and attitude, had a thing for little old me.
How the hell I had attracted the eye of a tatted up badass biker like him I had no idea.
Maybe we had more in common than met the eye.
I made it my mission to protect the innocent.
The innocent being animals. But he did the same thing.
Sure the MC probably didn’t make all their money in a way they could declare on their taxes but that didn’t mean they didn’t keep the community safe.
Moose had raised his hackles at the idea of some awful people coming after me and my rescue.
So maybe we weren’t so different after all.
Having him in my house and shadowing my every move would be interesting to say the least. I had always dated guys who were a little more on the suit-wearing, Sunday-dinner-with-mom side of things.
He was not that.
The focus should be on the rescue, on catching the bad guys and getting back to my mission to save animals.
Of course, that mission wasn’t always twenty four seven and I couldn’t think of any better stress relief than a full body, core shaking, toe curling orgasm that could only come from tattooed callused fingers and a deep sexy voice.
I flipped on my blinker light and slowed to turn into my driveway. I had the dogs in the back seat but there was no way all the cats could come home with me.
Moose pulled his motorcycle in behind my SUV and was at my door before I could even open it.
“What’s the plan for the mutts?”
I swatted his arm. “They are not mutts. They’re babies.” I kissed the end of Daisy’s nose and handed Moose two squirming pups. “We can set them up in the bathroom to the left of the front door. They were comfy there last night.”
I grabbed Daisy’s leash and the other two pups and followed.
“This is nicer than my bedroom,” Moose said, looking around at the thick quilts I’d laid out for the dogs. The room wasn’t huge so we were standing close enough I could smell the distinct engine grease and leather smell of his cut.
“They deserve it,” I gave each dog an ear scratch, fed and watered them, then closed them in for the night.
“I don’t think they are as picky about where they sleep as you think.”
I pursed my lips. “You complain, yet you still help me get them set up. I think you’re a big old softy under all this muscle.” I gave his bicep a squeeze.
He took a step closer and ran his eyes slowly from my sock feet to my lopsided ponytail. “I’ve got good motivation to follow directions.” He smirked as my cheeks got redder then left the bathroom with his trademark swagger.
Oh my goodness.
I fanned my face. It took a lot to distract me from my job, but he was making it look easy.
After I closed them in for the night, I walked back into my living room to find Moose checking all the windows and closing my curtains. “Everything looking okay?”
He turned back to me and nodded. “Locks and outdoor lighting is the best we can do. If they get past that, then they have to deal with me.”
I nodded then yawned. I really should be terrified given the events of the last few days but I was too exhausted to feel much at all. “I’m going to go have a shower,” I said.
His gaze swept over me again and nodded before turning back to his surveillance.
I trudged upstairs, stripped and hopped in the shower.
As nice as it would have been to linger under the hot water until the world melted away, I resisted the urge.
It could be a long night and sleep was my priority.
I quickly scrubbed and washed every inch of my body and gave my legs a quick shave for good measure.
I didn’t want to think too hard on why I put that on my mental priority list. After I was clean, I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and headed back downstairs to check on Moose.
He had turned off most of the interior lights, leaving only a small lamp burning next to the couch. “I got you a pillow and blanket. Sorry I don’t have a spare room.
He eyed my pajamas and smirked. “I don’t expect to be sleeping much anyway.”
I bit my lip at the insinuation.
“Because I’ll be keeping watch for the shit heads,” he clarified. He knew exactly what he’d done and based on the look on his face he was darn proud of himself.
“Okay, well, I’m going to get some sleep. Long days and all that.”
“Hang on, I want to see your room…again, for security purposes.”
I led him up the stairs, feeling his gaze on the backs of my bare legs.
I led him into my bedroom and stood awkwardly to the side while he poked around for whatever he was looking for.
“You’ve got an ensuite with a locking door, that’s good.
If you hear anything that doesn’t sound right, go to the bathroom and lock the door. Where’s your phone?”
I grabbed it off the nightstand and handed it to him.
He typed then handed it back. “Now you have my number. Text me if you think something is off.”
I gave a nod again, distracted by how close he was standing. “What about the dogs?”
He took a deep breath and put his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t want the dogs in the same room as you since they’re the target.”
“But I could–” I started to say but he stepped closer and hunched enough so we were eye to eye.
“You can’t help any animals if you get killed protecting these five. I will do everything I can to keep you and them safe, in that order. If they get taken, the cops should know where to look for them, right? They were the ones who found them in the first place.”
My stomach churned at the thought of those poor babies going back to the people who wanted to hurt them, but Moose was right. A lot had to go wrong for the dogs to disappear out my door and if that happened then the cops could step in.
“Thanks, Moose. I probably haven’t said that to you enough, but I appreciate your help with all of this.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Doc. I’m here because I want to, remember?”
It occurred to me that his hands were still on my shoulders and his eyes were boring into mine with an intensity that overwhelmed my fear and pushed it aside.
I reached out and grabbed hold of either side of his cut, sliding my fingers over the cool thick leather.
It was solid and strong in my hands. So different from my world of warm and fluffy.
When I gave the material a little tug, he came a half step closer and his hands slid down my bare arms and came to rest on my hips.
“When all of this is over, I want you to be mine, Hannah. You and Peaches and the rest of the gang are the strangest kind of trouble and I want all of it.”
I’d never had anyone make a declaration like that to me before. But this felt right. God only knew why. I wasn’t about to make the man any promises. My brain was too tired and my emotions were too high. There was only one thing I could do and that was pull him even closer and seal my lips with his.
As soon as our mouths connected, he grunted his approval and stepped into me. His hands moved around to my lower back, resting possessively just above my ass.
I wanted him.
Every cell in my body was tuned into his every movement, urging his hand lower, demanding his mouth move faster.
I wanted his hips pressed into mine, the leather of his cut brushing my nipples through the thin cotton of my pajamas until they were peaked and hungry.
He slid one hand down my leg until he grabbed my bare thigh and hoisted it over his hip.
I gasped at the motion and his tongue invaded my mouth, massaging mine in a swirling motion that I was desperate to feel between my thighs.
He ground his hips against my core, still holding my thigh in his hand and it wasn’t only his leather that was hard.
My brain was too foggy with lust to think of anything but his next movement, then suddenly his mouth was gone from mine, my foot was back on the floor and his heat was missing from my skin. I blinked, to find him breathing hard and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
I swiped my hand over my kiss-swollen lips and met his gaze.
“This isn’t over, but you need some sleep and I can’t watch for trouble and have my dick inside you at the same time. Fuck, but as soon as this shit is over, I’m taking you to bed, Doc, and not leaving until you’re begging to be mine.”
He adjusted the front of his jeans and turned to walk out of the room, showing a hell of a lot more self control than I had.
I all but dove under the covers and ripped my shorts and panties down to my thighs. I could still smell his masculine scent in the room. He didn’t seem like the cologne wearing type, but there was something on his skin that made me want to bury my nose into the crook of his neck.
Preferably while naked.
With the whisper of his touch still on my skin I slid my hand between my legs seeking out that little bundle of nerves that I’d been neglecting. My center was already slick with arousal and despite my desperate jerky motions, my body hummed its approval with every swirl of my finger.
I shoved my tank up with the other hand, feeling the barest touch of my sheets ghost over my already hard nipples. I brought one bud between my fingers and squeezed as I circled my clit faster with the other hand.
Oh hell, it was so good.
The last few days had been stressful. I wouldn’t have thought my body was capable of feeling this good, but after a few more tugs on my nipple, I let out a long low moan. My whole body clenched and bucked under my own touch.
Even after my orgasm had started to subside, I continued to lazily stroke my own skin, wishing the sensation could last longer. I bet it would if Moose was here with me.
Moose had said he wanted me to be his. If it meant I got to keep this feeling, this post orgasm giddy feeling, I wanted to be his too.