Go to Hail (The Hail Raisers Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “You feel so big,” I breathed through the pants. “God.”

  I wanted to feel him inside of me like he’d been doing, but there was so much going on in my body that I couldn’t tell myself to do anything.

  Luckily Travis was a little more in control of himself because he pulled my back in tight to his chest and bucked his hips up slightly.

  “Feels good, though, right?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  It did. It really, really did.

  Anal sex had never been on the top of my priority list, but I knew that this wouldn’t be our last time. Especially with the way I was feeling.

  “You ready to move?”

  Oh, hell yeah, I was ready to move.

  “Yessssssss,” the words came out in a hiss, and I closed my eyes in complete surrender as I helped him move. My thighs screamed at the activity and the way they were being put to use.

  My arms were on the tops of his knees, pushing as well. But mostly it was the way he was holding my hips and moving me up and down the length of his shaft that kept me going.

  On one longer thrust, his cock slipped completely from my anus, and I moaned in dismay.

  Travis didn’t, though.

  “Line me back up, baby.”

  I did, reaching backward for his cock, and lining him back up to my entrance.

  “Good,” he growled, then sank me back down the length of his cock.

  This time, the burning stretch wasn’t there, only a delicious bloom of wonder as he filled me back up.

  The second that I was completely on his shaft, he spread his hand on my entire ass cheek and lifted.

  How he knew that my thighs were getting more use than they’d gotten the entire day, I didn’t know. But I was glad.

  I vaguely wondered why he didn’t keep his hands on my hips, but before the thought could fully form in my brain, he was using the other hand—the one that hadn’t made an appearance in my asshole, FYI—to circle the tiny bud of my clit.

  I gritted my teeth and moved, ignoring the way my thighs were crying and slammed myself back down.

  That’s when his fingers slipped away from my clit and filled me. Three of them, making me feel the fullest I’d ever felt.

  I lost my breath in a single whoosh of exhaled air, and came, right then and there.

  He cursed, not expecting it, and lost what little control he had.

  His fingers inside of me, as well as the hand on my ass, helped lift me since I was rendered immobile by the orgasm that swept over me.

  Then I felt Travis’ cock jerking and twitching inside of my ass, and I knew subconsciously that he’d gone, too.

  Yet I couldn’t find it in me to care.

  Not when he was making me come so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.

  My lungs screamed for air, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open, as I stared, fixated, at the now open window.

  Open, as in so open that I could see out to the street, and count the number of cars that were lining it.

  “Window’s open,” I managed to gasp.

  Travis looked over my shoulder to the window that his naked back was plastered against, and grunted. “Sure the fuck is.”

  I rolled my eyes and leaned forward.

  He went with me and let the curtains fall back into place.

  “Really need to get blinds for those,” he muttered. “Fucking weird shaped window with its special-order blinds.”

  I snickered.

  Then he turned serious.

  “If there is one thing you can count on in this life, it’s my love for you. I may be dead and gone, but that love isn’t something that will ever fade.” He turned my face so that I could feel his forehead on the side of my chin. “I love you like crazy, Han. So much that I hate a man that I know is happily married. So much that when you got on his bike today, I decided that you’ll never get on the back of Wolf’s bike ever again. Even if he was bringing you to me.”

  I started to giggle as my heart filled to the brim with happiness.

  “Get up, girl,” he growled, depositing a kiss on my cheek before moving his hands to my hips and pushing me up.

  The moment he slid from inside of me, I had a moment of panic. Things down there did not feel right, but just as quickly as I thought that the spasming of my asshole slowed, and then stopped altogether, returning to normal.

  I bit my lip and turned to face him.

  “Not saying that I won’t do that again with you, but just sayin’, it feels really weird right now.”

  Like very weird. The fact that his come was inside of me and couldn’t escape was making for a lot of weird feelings.

  “Go start the shower,” he ordered. “I’m going to do a final check of the house,” he said as he reached for the underwear drawer. “Then I’ll join you.”

  And just like that he was gone, giving me what I knew was my privacy to do what I needed to do in the bathroom before he got back.

  So, I did just that and didn’t complain once when I saw him re-enter the bathroom and head to the shower where I was at. Nor did I complain when I saw him throw those newly-cleaned underwear on the floor in his usual pile of dirty clothes right next to the laundry hamper.

  It really must be true love.

  Chapter 24

  One day I’ll get my shit together. Today’s not that day.

  -Coffee Cup

  Travis

  “Hey Han, do you have any quarters?” I called. “The girls are getting Kona Icee drink slushie things today at school, and I only have six dollars. They need ten to get the color changing cup.”

  “In my purse!” came Hannah’s yell from our bedroom where she was getting ready to go to her new job as caretaker for an elderly woman. “At the bottom under all the junk.”

  I scanned the kitchen counters for her purse and spotted it on top of the fridge of all places.

  I walked to it and got it off, reveling in the weight of it, and opened the first compartment. Then the second. Finally, still not seeing any quarters, I spotted a somewhat hidden compartment and yanked it open.

  Then I froze for all of two seconds before pulling out what I saw.

  Walking with it to the bedroom, I held it up to show her.

  “Since when do you carry a gun in your purse?” I asked in surprise.

  Hannah looked over.

  “Since I was twenty-one and could legally carry it without going to jail,” she answered. “My brother made me take the concealed carry class with him when I was about three days past my twenty-first birthday.”

  I blinked.

  Then grinned.

  “That’s so fuckin’ hot,” I told her. “Why am I just now realizing this? I’ve been in love with you for a year!”

  She shrugged on her scrub top and sat down on the edge of the bed to put some really colorful socks that didn’t match in the least on her feet.

  “I think that’s the point of carrying concealed, so nobody knows that you have it,” she teased.

  That was true.

  I carried concealed, but it was kind of hard to hide something on my body when she was pressing herself against it. We’d never actually discussed my carrying—or her carrying for that matter—which was the reason I believed I didn’t know that she did until now.

  “Fuck me,” I muttered. “I actually have a hard-on right now.”

  She rolled her eyes, and I winked at her before walking back to the kitchen and putting her gun back in her purse. I grinned at it wickedly before searching the other side for the loose quarters.

  She had twenty-eight of them.

  No joke. Twenty-eight quarters and that wasn’t including the dimes, pennies, and nickels.

  Once I counted out four dollars, I shoved the rest back in her purse, put it back on top of the refrigerator and split them between the two girls’ bags.

  “All right, girls,” I told them where they were sitting on the couch. “
I put your Ziploc bags on the counter with your names on them, just like you asked. I gotta go to work.”

  Both girls immediately jumped off the couch and ran to me.

  Reggie was in a pink cotton nightgown that flowed around her ankles, while Alex was in a Star Wars flannel number that I could’ve sworn I’d never seen before.

  They both hit me like wrecking balls and threw their arms around my waist.

  My heart swelled that much further.

  “Be good at school today,” I told them. “You have early release, right?”

  Both girls looked up at me and nodded.

  God, this was what paradise felt like, wasn’t it?

  Dropping a kiss onto both of their foreheads, I patted them on the back and said, “Gotta go. Be good for Hannah.”

  Alex gave me a thumb up, and Reggie snorted. “We’re always good for Mommy.”

  I grunted and turned to where TJ was lying in his swing.

  Once I gave him a kiss, I walked back to the bedroom where I saw Hannah was now in her bathroom fixing her hair.

  She had a piece of it in her hands, and she was running the straightening iron over it while looking at me in the mirror.

  “You headed out?”

  I nodded. “Got a pickup to do before eight. The bank said they’d give me an extra grand if I got it done today. Apparently, the guy was a dick to them when they called.”

  She snorted. “Nice.”

  I walked up to her back and tilted her head my way before laying a kiss down on the tips of her lips.

  “Love you, Han.”

  Her eyes went soft. “I love you, too, Trav.”

  I left moments later but was only five minutes into my drive to work when I got the call.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “Tate Casey is getting out next week.”

  My brows rose.

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” came Evander’s deep reply. “Just got the call at the office. He was let out early due to good behavior. A lady friend was the one who called. She said that he’d be by sometime soon.”

  I found myself grinning.

  “Hot damn.”

  Evander grunted. “Thought the same fucking thing.” He paused. “You going out to the pick-up that was called in last night?”

  I nodded. “Sure am. I’ll be at the garage in ten. Then I’ll leave straight from there. My hope is to get it knocked out before noon.”

  Evander grunted a reply, “See you then.”

  An hour later, I was standing in front of a parking garage, staring at the low clearance sign.

  “Not gonna make that,” I muttered to Evander.

  “Nope,” he agreed. “Guess we can go in there and try to pop the lock.”

  I shrugged.

  “These newer model cars, it’s possible that we won’t be able to do that. But at this point, I don’t think we have a choice unless we want to wait for him to leave. Which my sources say he hasn’t done in a week because he thinks someone’s going to ‘steal his car.’”

  Evander started to chuckle.

  Then I started to hear sirens.

  My brows furrowed as I turned to look behind me.

  We were a couple blocks away from the hospital. A mile away from the interstate. But that was all in the opposite direction of where I was hearing the sirens. They were coming from the direction of the school.

  “Bet that cop is sitting outside of the school again, pulling people over left and right for going a mile over the speed limit,” Evander muttered.

  “Old man Crew is a douche, but people should know not to speed,” I pointed out, and started walking toward the building.

  A feeling of unease swept over me.

  I thought it had to do with the pick-up we were on. Little did I know that it had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the girls that I loved with all my heart only a few short blocks away.

  Chapter 25

  I hope that wherever my hair ties are, that they’re happy. That’s all that matters.

  -Hannah’s secret thoughts

  Hannah

  I was still chuckling to myself about Travis’ reaction as I dropped TJ off at daycare.

  The smile was still firmly in place even when I pulled into the drop-off line at the school.

  The mothers were acting extra crazy today due to it being almost the last day of school for the kids, so they were taking extra time letting their kids off, and backing the lines up almost all the way out of the school into the intersection of the highway.

  I was fourteenth in line—I knew, since I’d been counting since I got into the line—and was thankful that I’d dropped TJ off first.

  While I’d dropped TJ off, I’d explained that the two days following today would be his last because his grandmother was going to be watching him from now on.

  When I’d texted Travis’ mother for confirmation, she’d exuberantly replied with a resounding, ‘Yes, absolutely, a hundred times yes!’

  Which reminded me, I had to call the bus barn and make sure that I rerouted the girls for next year, though I could probably do that with their teachers when they started school in the fall.

  All of this was going through my head as I listened to the girls chatter incessantly in the back seat about what they were going to do from now on with all their free time.

  Would they color in their workbooks? Would they try to figure out how to hit the ball harder next year for softball? Would their grandmother (yes, Reggie was now claiming Travis’ mother as her own grandmother) take them to the city pool the first day they were off?

  “Just make sure you don’t wear her out too much, girls,” I told them. “She also has TJ now, so it’s not going to be easy for her to drop everything and do your bidding.”

  The girls acted like I never even spoke.

  Finally, after another ten minutes in the line, we pulled up to the teachers that were helping the kids out of the cars.

  The doors opened, and then both girls started to yell when they couldn’t get the back hatch to open.

  “Shit,” I growled, grabbing my purse. “Stupid car.”

  The latch on the hatch was broken, and would only open if I had my keys directly next to it. I’d been needing to take it in for weeks now, but with no time to do that, and too much stress at my job and at home, I hadn’t found the time.

  “Sorry, sorry,” I muttered to the teacher that was giving me an ugly look.

  It wasn’t like I was the entire reason the line was backed up. Someone before me had to have made a mistake, too!

  Regardless, I ignored the looks and pushed the button to open the hatch.

  That’s when I heard the screaming.

  At first, I was confused.

  I was looking around at the exit of the school, wondering if a kid had tried to cross the road, and the cars hadn’t stopped to let them cross. It was so bad there. Sometimes I used to drop TJ off and walk the girls across the street. When I realized that the dumbasses in our small town not only didn’t follow the posted speed limit for school zones but also didn’t stop to let children cross the street, I stopped walking them and started running them through the lines.

  It added twenty minutes to the day, but if it were safer, then I’d do it.

  But after assessing the situation, and seeing cars still pulling out, I realized that the problem wasn’t down there, but up in front somewhere.

  My eyes continued to move around the parking lot, looking around to see the sources of the screams.

  And that was when I saw that the eyes weren’t pointed somewhere else. They were pointed at me.

  At me…and my girls.

  My girls had just gotten out of the car and were standing at my side.

  My eyes darted around like an addict looking for his next fix, trying to identify the danger.

  My hand was already pushing on Alex’s head, shoving her down hard to the ground.
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  Reggie, startled by this, dropped down to her knees, and I hissed at them.

  I don’t know what I said exactly, but they obeyed instantly.

  And that’s when I saw it.

  Her.

  Allegra.

  Standing there, a gun in her hand.

  I heard my brother’s words in my ear.

  Deep Breath. Look around. Assess the situation. Make sure the surroundings are clear. Draw. Aim. Fire. Swift. Smooth. No hesitation. Hesitation kills.

  Hesitation kills.

  I used to joke about that with my brother ever since he told me that phrase.

  “Hesitation kills!” I used to say when he rethought turning in front of another car. “Hesitation kills!” I used to tease when he thought twice about picking up that third donut.

  There was nothing funny about the situation I was facing, though.

  Nothing.

  The teachers that were standing on either side of my car were now hunched down by the front fender. My girls were shoved under the car—most likely by what I said.

  And there Allegra stood, a shotgun pointed at me.

  Just as suddenly as I identified the threat, I had a gun pointed right back at her.

  My finger was already squeezing the trigger of my 9mm.

  It took all of three-tenths of a second to make sure that everything was clear in front of me. There was nobody standing behind or beside her. Everyone was down and screaming.

  “Put it down!”

  She fired.

  I pulled the trigger.

  It hit her in the shoulder.

  Her second shot exploded. I heard it first, then saw more than heard the glass of my windshield explode fully.

  Then, almost as if she were inhuman, she started running away.

  The shotgun lay on the ground where she’d once been standing.

  My eyes darted around, double-checking for more threats, but there were none.

  That was the day that changed my life. That was the day that I started to be proactive in protecting my children.

  That was the day that would change not just my life, but many lives to come.

  Chapter 26

  I can now forget what I’m doing while I’m actually doing it.