Oooookay. So...This would be the Leather and Silk sequel. I'm...I'm pretty nervous about this, because I loved my first one. I actually considered not even doing one because I didn't want to compromise the first story. But, you guys are all pretty keen on it, and I just wanted to say a special thank you to FrenchBenzo and nico229. Oh and also to a very persistent guest, who seems to review about every second day on Leather and Silk. Hahaha.
Now, I told a lot of you that I wasn't going to post until I had written 10 chapters, because I wanted to be certain I knew where the story was going before I posted. Well; I wrote 10 chapters. And then proceeded to go through and delete them all because I hated them with a passion. It was the lovely and magnificent FrenchBenzo who got me out of this funk and get me back into it. So all praise be to her xx
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
"Yo!" Lucas Gottesman shouted out. "Where's our woman?!"
"She's taking a break!" Came a shout in response from the man underneath a 1960 Mustang. Lucas sighed as he looked back at their customer, who was staring at him expectantly, the bill in his hand.
"Listen, man, the girl who deals with all of the accounts is on a break at the moment," Lucas tried to sound apologetic, although it came out more off-handedly as he looked at the man. "I'm sure we can work something out when she gets back."
"But I need to do this now," the man insisted. "I really need to get back to work." Lucas sighed and looked back over his shoulder into the garage, to where Wren Kingston was wiping down his hands on a rag. Wren just shrugged and nodded his head toward the door that lead down to the main office. Lucas pursed his lips before looking back at their customer and then nodding slowly.
"Okay, I'm just going to see if she's available," he agreed. "But if she isn't, then you're going to need to come back later."
"Thank you," the man nodded gratefully. Lucas shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls and headed toward the back of the garage. He was wearing overalls with the name of the garage, Phantom Motors, across the back, with a small emblem underneath it. There was some old grungy rock track playing on the radio, chosen by one of the boys, and the whole garage smelt like gasoline and cigarette smoke—not the best combination but normal for them, all the same. Lucas walked down the hallway toward the office room, pursing his lips when he came to the closed doors.
Their office lady, or more accurately—the woman who pretty much ran this place now, who was the old lady for the VP of the motorcycle club who practically owned their town, who acted like a mixture of a best friend and a mother to all the boys who worked in the garage—could be a little scary when her break was interrupted. There were only a few things that she viewed as sacred, and her two breaks which consisted of a cigarette and a coffee in peace was one of them. Lucas lifted his hand to the door and knocked hesitantly. There was no reply, so he opened the door a crack and had a look inside.
And there she was.
"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad," Hanna Marin had her headphones tucked in her ears, holding a couple sheets of paper in her hands as she danced around the office. "The craziest friend that you've ever had. You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone—tell the psychiatrist something is wrong!" She was wiggling her hips and Lucas bit back his smirk as she bobbed her head in time to her music.
"Hanna!" Lucas called out to her and she stopped, tugging the ear buds of her ears and looking over at him. "There's someone who wants to have a look at a payment plan with you." Hanna narrowed her eyes as she dropped her phone and headphones on her desk and put down the piece of paper.
"Why?" She asked.
"He said he doesn't have the money for it," Lucas shrugged and tilted his head to the side. "He looks honest about it. The price wasn't too much, but it's a run down car. There's kids stuff in the car, though, and it doesn't look like any chick stuff. Might be a single dad." Hanna pursed her lips and then nodded.
"Show him in," she told him.
"No!" Hanna shouted, standing beside the couch with her eyes narrowed as she stared down at Caleb Rivers. "Don't think just because this is technically your house you get the last say! I'm done with your macho I'm-right-about-everything attitude! You need to stop over-analysing all of this and just let me have my moment!"
"Babe," Caleb was struggling to keep his smile off his face as he looked up at her, his eyes dancing in amusement. "You need to chill."
"No!" She was glaring down at him, arms braced on her hips as she shook her head furiously from side to side, her long, blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders. "This is classic. You don't get to go around, and run your shit to say 'it's not realistic' or 'that would never happen'."
"Okay, okay!" Caleb held out his hands, palm upward, trying to placate her, although his half snort definitely showed his lack of sincerity.
"This is my favourite movie, Caleb!" She hissed at him.
"I'm aware of that," he smirked at her. "I've seen it thirty times already."
"And you should consider yourself lucky if I let you see it again! The Notebook is one of the most touching and beautiful love stories ever told, and if you think that for one second more I'm going to listen to—Ooh!" Her words were cut off as Caleb's hand closed around her wrist and jerked her so that she fell on top of him, her legs on either side of his own and she tried to struggle against him. Caleb easily over powered her and wrapped his arms around her waist, her arms glued to her side.
"You know I would watch this movie every single day for the rest of my life if that's what it took to make you happy," Caleb told her, his head tilted to one side, that devilish, mouth watering smirk melting through Hanna's anger. She managed to keep her angry face for a couple of seconds before rolling her eyes and letting him reach one hand around her head and pull her forward to press a kiss to her mouth. She was wearing a pair of tiny sleeping shorts and a singlet, while he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Her hands started rippling over his chest, fingers dripping over his incredibly defined abdominals and Caleb easily picked up on the change in attitude. He twisted them around so that Hanna was laying out underneath him and he stretched out over him. "Oh, and you know what gives me the last say?"
"Pfft," Hanna grumbled under her breath, but there was no way she could actually be angry with the way that Caleb was leaving open mouthed kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, his tongue laving over her smooth skin. "What?"
"That rock on your fucking finger," he grunted into her ear as he pulled away from her body and snatched up her left hand, rubbing his calloused hands against it. He purposefully brushed his fingers against the band of her engagement ring and Hanna's stomach flipped, the way it always did when she looked down at the diamond. "That's what gives me the right." Hanna looked as though she was about to argue, but then Caleb's lips were back against hers and smothering any words she was forming. She laughed as his hands reached down to push her shirt up and his fingers tickled at her sides.
"Stop that," she managed to mumble against his mouth. His fingers feathered against her skin another moment longer, before he relieved her of his tickling and started moving upward. His hands reached her breasts, brushing at the underside and Hanna started moaning, arching her back and pushing up against him.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Han," Caleb murmured, his teeth pulling at her earlobe and nuzzling his nose against her hair. She mewled a noise of approval from the back of her throat and he smiled against the silk of her blonde mane. "I love you."
"I love you more," she breathed back and he let out a jolt of a laugh.
"Always need to one up me, right?" He joked lightly as he ground his arousal against the apex of her legs.
"Always," her lips quirked into a grin before falling apart again as his hands closed around her breasts. One of his knees slipped between her legs and his thigh pressed purposefully against the apex of her legs. A moan fell from her lips as his mouth moved from hers, his stubble scratching lightly at her neck as he nibbled his way over her jawline and down over her curve of her neck. "I love, Hanna," he murmured, over and over again as his hands roamed her bare torso. Her singlet was bunched up under her arms and she sighed as his mouth found her nipple, his lips closing around the hardened bud and drawing another sigh from his fiancée. There was a lewd pop as he released her nipple and his kisses continued their descent, his tongue flicking out to taste her soft skin until he reached the band of her sleeping shorts.
"Fuck," Hanna mumbled as he gripped the elastic with his teeth and dragged it downward. She lifted her ass to help him, and he pulled her shorts down her long legs, tossing them to the ground until she was bared to him.
"You're so beautiful," Caleb murmured in appreciation. There was love and adoration in his eyes as he looked her up and down, and despite how many times he had uttered those words to her, Hanna felt her body react to them all the same. Her cheeks flushed red and the rest of her body ached for him. He leaned back over her to steal another kiss before getting up and taking off his sweatpants. When he stretched back over her, he braced his hands on either side of her head and stared down at her.
She lifted her legs to rest them on his hips, leaving herself open for him. She was dripping down her thighs and ready for him, and Caleb flexed his lower half as he lined himself up with her cunt. He pushed inside and the two of them both let out long, simultaneous groans. He started off slow, but Hanna's noises and the way she was clenching herself around him spurred him on. She lifted her ass off the couch and reached up to bite at his lips, soothing the sting with her tongue before sliding into his mouth and kissing him with all the love she felt for him. Caleb moaned from deep in his chest as he entered her harder, her fingers scratching at his back and encouraging him on.
"I fucking love you," Hanna murmured to him before he pushed her over the edge.
This is a taster, hope you guys enjoy it. I'm not sure what my posting schedule for this story is going to be like yet, because my life is crazy and we're coming into the Christmas/New Years time, but as soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Oh, and the song used in this chapter is Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez. She's amazeballs.
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