This is a bit of a longer chapter—don't you pretties say I never do anything for you. Are ya'll having wet dreams about a gorgeous Caleb in a leather cut, low slung jeans and nothing else? ;) I know I am. Anyway, on with chapter;
Caleb was right.
Not that Hanna had doubted him, but she could sense the change in the air the minute they walked through the door.
It was only just after six but the room was alive as though it was midnight. The boys were drunk—probably high as well. There were girls covering almost every surface, wearing barely any clothes. There were a lot of guys that Hanna didn't recognize, and most of them had their arms, or both arms, around the slags that had been invited into the clubhouse. Caleb's arm went possessively around her neck, pulling her close to his side, and she happily molded her body to his as they made their way through the crowds. Miranda was standing next Wren, who looked like one of the only almost sober ones there. She smiled when she saw Hanna, and waved her over.
"I need to go be with Eric," Caleb told her, leaning in close so that she could be heard over the music. Hanna looked over his shoulder to where Eric was sitting with the president of one of the visiting MC's on a couch in the corner of the room. A blonde was straddling the visiting presidents lap, her face buried in his neck. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment, nodding at Caleb. "You have any trouble, you come straight to me."
"Trouble?" Hanna felt her stomach sink.
"Don't stress," Caleb put his arms around her waist and pulled her in close to him. "You're with me, babe. Anyone messes with you, they're messing with me. And if they're messing with me, they're messing with the club." It sounded a little dangerous when he put it that way. Caleb leaned in and pressed and kissed to her mouth. It was wet, and long, and definitely not appropriate for public. But this wasn't the normal public, and there was a lot worse going on around them. His hand tangled in her hair before he pulled away and smiled tightly at her. "I'll come and find you later, 'kay?"
"Yeah," Hanna nodded at him. She watched him go, screwing up her nose at the way girls just gravitated toward him. He didn't show any interest in them, but the fact two sat down on the couch at his side when he sank down next to Eric and the other man made her stomach roll over. She idly thought how it was strange to see Eric without some girl draped over him before she turned on her heel, walking over to where Miranda was.
"Hey, girl," Miranda smiled at her.
"You gonna keep my woman company?" Wren asked, squeezing Miranda's waist.
"She's the best this place has to offer," Hanna teased. Wren grinned, kissing his girlfriend on the mouth and disappearing into the crowd. The smile smoothed from Hanna's face as she turned back to Miranda, moving around to lean against the bar next to Miranda. "How are you doing?"
"Pretty shit," Miranda sighed. "It was horrible seeing Jake like that. He was lead away after everyone left, at least they had the decency to do it without the crowds." Hanna nodded, not wanting to comment. Then she pursed her lips and lowered her voice.
"So, Caleb said that messing with me is like messing with the club," she murmured. Something flared in Miranda's eyes and she smiled slightly. "That doesn't sound...Right."
"Doll face. You should know by now that these boys run with another set of rules," she began. "When me and Wren first got together, the whole idea, you know, of being an 'old lady' it made me feel so...Weird." She shook her head. "It seemed really old fashioned and wrong, being called property, getting branded as someones. But it means that you're part of the family. It means that they're going to protect you because you're one of their own." Miranda breathed out heavily and looked around the club. "They're dysfunctional, and rowdy, and sometimes completely disgusting, but they will always be there for me and Wren if we ever need them."
"Sounds kind of nice," Hanna murmured.
"They come off all macho, like they're these big, tough bikers," Miranda laughed slightly. "But I have dealt with all of their little girl issues like a big sister. Lucas gets his heart broken every other month. Alex took forever to get up the courage to ask out Sydney. And then recently, when Wren comes home from drinking with Caleb, there's talk about you." Hanna's ears perked.
"Good talk?" She asked, attempting to appear nonchalant and failing miserably.
"Yes, good talk," Miranda grinned. "Although you should know that. If it was bad talk, he wouldn't be bringing you in here as his date." She looked up at the clock on the wall and nodded toward a door that Hanna hadn't been through. "We should probably look at getting these boys fed."
"Shit, all of them?" Hanna's eyes were wide.
"All of them," Miranda confirmed. "Whenever there's a gathering, the catering companies in town do well. We had to call them yesterday to get a rush order. That's why Sydney isn't here yet."
"She's picking it up?" Hanna asked.
"Yup," Miranda nodded. "She'll be here in a few minutes." Miranda pushed off the bar and walked through the side door, Hanna following her. Sydney was already in the kitchen, and she looked at home, ordering around Lucas and another young guy that Hanna hadn't seen before. "Thanks, guys." Miranda smiled at them as they put down the final two boxes which had steam coming out from underneath the cardboard lids. They smiled widely at each of the girls before leaving. "You know of them?" Miranda asked as she went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a few packages of plastic plates.
"I know Lucas, he works at the garage," Hanna said as she looked around the kitchen, feeling a little useless. "I don't know the other guy."
"Do you want to start dishing up?" Sydney asked, holding out a couple of large tin foil containers. "And that's Holden Strauss, he's another prospect."
"Is there a reason that we're not just taking out the cardboard boxes?" Hanna asked as she began to open them up. "Kinda looks like we're just creating more dishes."
"We're not going to be washing them," Miranda let out a short laugh. "That's why they're all plastic. Go straight in the rubbish bin."
"Oh, right," Hanna nodded. The girls worked quietly, adapting to each ones movements. A particularly drunk girl came in, trying to smile brightly at them, but her eyes were all red from whatever she had been smoking, and her breasts were almost falling out of her shirt. Hanna raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing in here?" She asked bluntly.
"It smells good in here," the girl said, trying to peek over the top of the cardboard.
"Get out," Hanna sighed, not bothering to look at her as she pulled out two plastic containers filled with roasted vegetables.
"Who the fuck—" the girl began before Miranda stepped forward, her stance threatening.
"I would not even go there, whore," she growled. "This is a reception for an old lady—something you would know nothing about. You are only here to satisfy whatever cock dares go near you. And if you ever even think about talking to Hanna like that again, I would just walk your skinny ass right out of here, because if Caleb caught you, he would have you out faster than get on your knees to suck someones dick." Hanna blinked in surprise at Miranda. The girl's eyes flared at the mention of Caleb and she actually paled slightly before quickly backing out of the room. "Fucking sluts," Miranda muttered under her breath, turning back around sharply and ripping at the packaging around another lot of roast vegetables. "Think they have as much right to be around here at the reception of my best fucking friend. Fucking bitches need to learn their place—"
"Miranda!" Hanna stepped forward to interrupt Miranda's quickly rising ranting. "Miranda, hun, take a breath." She put her arms on the brunette's shoulders and squeezed lightly. She saw the tears clouding the girls eyes. "This isn't going to be okay, not for a long time. But you need to try and stay calm, for the baby."
"I know, I know," Miranda sighed. She leaned forward, Hanna accepting her into her arms and rocking her slightly. Sydney finished emptying a box onto a plate and came over, her arms going around around both girls and they all swayed there for a moment.
"Please tell you're all going to start kissing soon," came a voice from the doorway. Hanna's glare turned toward the doorway and Miranda chuckled from the center of their little circle.
"You're a perve, Wren Kingston," Miranda piped up, swiping at her eyes. Caleb appeared behind his brother, both boys grinning at the three girls. "Dinners almost ready. You guys need some more beers out there?"
"I got it, babe," Wren said, coming into the kitchen and stopping next to her, Hanna and Sydney both moving away, busying themselves with the food. There looked like there was enough to feed an army, but judging by the amount of males who were here, Hanna could guess that it was all going to disappear pretty quickly.
"Okay, I think I'll take out the plates first, before the food. That way, people won't start helping themselves before they actually have anything to put the food on, and then bits ending up on the floor—" Hanna's words were cut off by Caleb's mouth suddenly claiming hers. She blushed but didn't push him away, his hands on either side of her face, holding her there. When he pulled away, she saw Sydney grinning over his shoulder. He kissed her one last time before reaching around and slapping her on the ass.
"You grab one, I'll grab the other," Caleb said to Wren as if he hadn't just been making out with Hanna in the middle of everyone, heading toward the fridge where there were a couple of boxes of beer. Wren pecked Miranda on the mouth before joining Caleb at the fridge. The two boys left, two chilled boxes in hand. Miranda was the first one to speak, sniffing back tears but forcing a smile.
"He really likes you, Hanna," she sang out.
"Shut up," Hanna muttered, hiding the goofy smile on her face as she turned back to the food she was preparing.
Miranda went home from the party early, leaving Wren behind. Part of Hanna wondered if Wren should be going with her, given what Miranda had said earlier about Samara being her best friend. But part of Hanna understood that now. This was a club meeting and it was for a club member's woman. Wren belonged here with his brothers, even if it meant being apart from his girl. The night was getting louder and louder, the roars of the MC members shouting and laughing becoming louder than the music that was pounding from the speakers. Hanna ducked around people, helping Sydney to clear up the mess left by dinner. The other girl then proceeded to get drunk, her and Alex tangled up in a corner with each other before finally making it down the hallway to the rooms. Around midnight, Hanna needed a break, a little tired of watching the sluts bounce around the room and laugh in their horrible, high pitched squeals. She walked out the side door, sitting on the steps and pulling out a cigarette.
"Babe," Caleb's voice was soft.
"Oh, shit!" Hanna spun around to see Caleb standing in the doorway. He smiled down at her, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol he had been drinking, and she could smell the faint scent of weed on him. "I just needed a break, it was getting a little loud."
"Yeah, I know," he murmured, sitting down next to her. Hanna let out a stream of smoke from the corner of her mouth before offering him the cigarette. He took it from her, taking a long drag before passing it back. They shared the cigarette until it was gone, and she dropped it to the ground, stubbing it out with the heel of her shoe. Then they sat in silence—or at least, relative silence, given the noise inside—for a long time. Caleb turned to her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her onto his lap, her knees on either side of his hips as she stared down at him. The moon lit their faces and his dark eyes were like a intense liquid that burned through her. He lifted a hand to play with a strand of hair that was resting on her cheek. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" Hanna rolled her eyes but his hand slid from her cheek to her chin, forcing her face to look directly at him. "Hanna. You're beautiful."
"Shut up, Caleb," Hanna mumbled, making him quiet the only way she could think of.
By keeping his mouth busy.
He tasted like beer and weed and cigarettes, and Hanna couldn't get enough. She slid down his lap, closing her knees tighter around his waist as her tongue slid into his mouth and traced everything it could reach. Caleb moaned against her lips, one hand resting on her ass, squeezing lightly, while the other was tangled in her hair, holding her face firmly to his. His hand moved from her ass under the material of the shirt she was wearing, splaying out over the silken skin of her back. Hanna sighed, rolling her hips forward, her arms going around his neck and her hands burying themselves in his short hair.
"Babe," Caleb breathed, pulling away from her. "Come with me." He gently pushed her off and then held out a hand to help her up after he stood. Hanna took his hand, letting him lead her inside and through the chaos that was ensuing in the main club room. He took her down the hallway, to his bedroom, that he had taken her to before. He switched on the lamp, sitting his ass down on the edge of the table and looking back at her. "Come here," he said in a rough voice that sent bolts of heat right to the center of her legs. She approached him, and he stopped her just before she was so close she was about to straddle his legs. He played with the hem of the jersey she was wearing before slowly pulling it over her head, leaving her in her singlet and jeans. His fingers played up her arms, her skin quickly covering in goosebumps at his light touch. Her eyes closed as his fingers reached her shoulders and dipped over her collarbone, trailing down to her cleavage and between her breasts. He felt her sharp intake of breath and smiled. "Take off your clothes for me, babe," he asked her softly.
"Yeah," she mumbled, opening her eyes, and he felt himself get even harder when he saw them. Her pupils were dilated with lust, and the blue was so dark it looked almost black, her desire for him evident. She fumbled with the button and zip of her jeans, pushing them hurriedly over her hips, followed by her underwear. Her shirt and bra joined them, and then she was staring back at Caleb, chewing down on her lower lip.
"So...Fucking...Beautiful..." his words were broken as he placed kisses up her shoulder to her neck. Hanna shivered under his touch, her hands going under his own cut and shirt to his abdomen, which tensed as her fingers traced his stomach muscles. Caleb pulled away from her long enough for her to take off his Phantoms vest and shirt, and then their bodies melded together again, her nipples raking over his bare skin and causing her to hiss. She fumbled between them, trying to undo his belt buckle. She finally managed and then there was nothing between them. Caleb's hands moved over her hips, cupping her ass cheeks and pulling her firmly against his erect cock. Hanna moaned, rolling her hips into him, her lips slick over his arousal as Caleb forced her body to rub up and down over him. The angle stimulated her clit and made her shudder. He did it over and over, the fingers of one hand brushing at her rear entrance and causing her eyes to widen in surprise. He did it again, before one finger entered her and she felt a rush of liquid between her legs, reacting to the unexpected intrusion. "Ssh, baby," he murmured, his lips on her neck. "Relax." Hanna took in a shaky breath, and he rubbed himself forward again, his cock creating an almost unbearable friction between her legs and over her clit. That heat starting at her toes was quickly rising and she rubbed herself against him harder. Caleb's finger stayed where it was, and probed her in way that Hanna realized she didn't dislike completely. It began to guide her movements, his other hand still on her left ass cheek and her orgasm began to take over.
"Fuck," Hanna groaned out as she began to gush over his cock. Caleb groaned, his hands going to her waist to support her as she collapsed against him.
"Fuck, I love it when you come, babe," Caleb moaned in her ear in a breathy tone that made her shake. He lead her over to the bed, pushing her down and positioning himself between her legs. He touched his forehead to hers briefly before reaching under the bed, coming back up with a condom. Hanna paused and then took it from him. He looked at her, confused.
"We've already done it without one," she murmured. "You told me you're clean, I know I am, and I'm on the pill. I want to feel you."
"Shit, Hanna," Caleb groaned, clenching his eyes shut momentarily. "You're so fucking perfect." Hanna loved the sound of that coming from him. It was like whatever was going on outside had nothing to do with them. The music, the yelling, the laughing; it all faded away as Caleb's lips came down to meet hers. He pulled at her thigh, hoisting it up so that it was hooked around his waist. And then he was sliding inside of her, filling her and electrifying every single one of her senses. He began to move quickly, rolling his hips in a way that made him hit that spot inside of her every time he pushed back in. Hanna lifted her other leg, circling both of them high on his torso, changing their position and causing Caleb to let out a low groan of appreciation. She felt his body began to tense and she lifted her hands to touch his face, neck and then settle at his shoulders. His eyes shut and he began to move into her harder and faster. "Hanna," he moaned. "Fuck, Hanna..." She pulled herself off the bed to kiss him firmly on the mouth as he exploded inside of her. He panted against her shoulder as she held him, waiting for the shudders to subside. Finally, he pushed himself onto his elbows, staring down at her with an expression that she couldn't read. Then he blinked and rolled off her, getting out of bed. Hanna stay where she was, naked and slightly sweaty, and when he came back, he handed her tissues.
"Thanks," she couldn't help but grin slightly. She cleaned herself up and threw them in the bin nearby. She wasn't sure what they were doing next, but then Caleb turned off the light and pulled back the covers of the bed.
"Get in," he told her, waiting for her to settle before moving in beside her. She rolled over and he pulled her in close to him, her ass fitting into his lap perfectly and his knees hitched up behind her legs. She grinned again, loving the feel of Caleb spooning her. Her eyes began to droop immediately, exhaustion taking over from the day. She was fast asleep by the time Caleb shuffled behind her, kissing her shoulder and murmuring against her skin,
"I want you to wear my patch, Han."
Now, two things that have made me get the feels over the past week. Went to the beach for a long weekend with a couple of my girls, which was awesome. Admittedly, we only actually went down to the beach once and spent the rest of it drinking wine and eating pizza and watching Geordie Shore and Ex On The Beach marathons, but it was perfect. The second thing is the song Haunt by Bastille. Oh my GOD. That song just makes me ache every time I hear it! It's so perfect, I just get the shivers.