Go to Hail (The Hail Raisers Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Travis helped, working as much as he could from the hospital bed, but there wasn’t much he could do without the essentials, like a computer and a phone that were connected to his business.

  “Anyway, I just wanted to call and let you know how miraculous this has been. Thank you again.”

  “All right, have a good day. See you soon!”

  Just when I hung up there was a knock at the door.

  I looked up, and spied the man through the glass door.

  Getting up, I walked to it warily and opened it.

  “Can I help you?” I asked.

  It was Sunday, and the office was usually closed. There’d been so much to do, however, that I’d had to come in and pay a few bills, as well as return a few phone calls.

  I’d never known how much pressure Travis had been under until I’d tried to fill his shoes.

  Boy, did I have some groveling to do.

  “Yeah,” the man looked around. “Travis in?”

  I shook my head.

  “Dante?”

  I grimaced. “No.”

  He frowned.

  “I’m Travis’ fiancée, and I’m helping him out for a few weeks. Is there anything I can help you with?”

  His eyes took me in, roaming over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

  “I’m Tate Casey.”

  Epilogue

  I know I’m a handful, but that’s why you have two hands.

  -Hannah to Travis

  Hannah

  Thump thump.

  I waited, very still, as I strained my ears.

  “Where is he?”

  That whispered reply came from the man at my side.

  I turned over and looked at my husband, who still had his eyes closed.

  As if he were going to go back to sleep.

  I nearly laughed.

  “My guess?” I asked, snuggling closer to him. “He’s either walking into the room with Alex or Reggie.”

  “Let’s hope.”

  Let’s hope was right. The last time we’d thought he’d gone into the room with the girls, he’d actually been outside playing with the dog. In the mud.

  I snorted and rolled over, making my way to stand.

  I didn’t get but half an inch in the upright position before a solid arm locked around my waist and hauled me back.

  He maneuvered me into the bed, pressing his hips up against mine.

  That’s when I felt the nudge of his cock.

  “Travis,” I whispered.

  Before I could say a word, he was pushing my panties down around my ankles, and rolling me over to my belly.

  In the next ten seconds, I felt him part both of my knees with his, spreading me open wide for his body to wiggle in between.

  Before I could say anything else, he had me up on my knees, and he was fitting his cock to my entrance.

  I was ready for him, just like I always was.

  We did this a lot, this quick roll in the sheets before all three kids would be up, and our chance would be gone until they were securely in bed twelve hours later.

  We had to be spontaneous since we now had three very active children who felt it was their God-given right to walk in on us whenever they felt like it.

  That’d been when we’d started to lock our door.

  We loved our children. We loved them more than anything, but in the last eighteen months, we’d realized rather quickly that sometimes mommies and daddies needed to feel a connection that had nothing to do with their kids.

  The moment that TJ had started to sleep through the night, we’d closed and locked our door for the first time.

  I smiled as the memory took hold.

  ***

  8 months ago

  “You sure that it’ll be okay to lock the door?” I asked nervously.

  Travis ran his hand down my naked backside.

  “Would you sleep naked if it were unlocked?”

  I didn’t even need a half a second to answer him.

  “No,” I said.

  He snorted.

  “We have an alarm. They won’t get outside, and nothing can come in without us knowing. We have a baby monitor that covers all three kids’ rooms. And let’s not forget to mention your super human hearing.”

  I snorted.

  I did have that.

  I always knew when TJ was up since he’d been born, and now my paranoia had me listening and waking up for almost anything.

  Though, Travis had that, too.

  Since he’d been taken by surprise by Allegra, he’d changed.

  He’d become a lot more cautious with almost everything.

  Doors were always locked if we were inside. Cameras were set up in the shop. Kids taught to be aware of their surroundings.

  “Where are you?”

  I turned and buried my face into Travis’ chest, feeling the raised scar from where one of the pellets had entered his chest.

  If he’d been standing closer…if Allegra had been closer…if…

  “You’re lost again, baby,” Travis murmured.

  I felt his chest vibrate against my face, and I turned to place my lips on the scar.

  “Just thinkin’,” I told him. “I don’t like it.”

  He chuckled.

  “I know you don’t, baby,” he said. “But they’re not bad.”

  I’d asked him to get the scars removed, but he wore them like a badge of honor.

  And also as a reminder. Of not just how close he’d come to losing his life, but also how close we’d come to losing him.

  “They’re terrible,” I countered. “But they’re also you. I love every part of you.”

  He rolled until I was underneath him, and then pulled me until my ass was up in the air.

  He smoothed his hand down my backside, dragging his nails along the smooth skin and leaving what I knew were marks.

  With the lights off, however, I wouldn’t be able to see them, and neither would he.

  But we could feel.

  I could imagine what they looked like, and the image turned me on beyond belief.

  “You gonna let it go?” he asked, rubbing lightly on one cheek, and then moving to the other.

  I snorted. “Never.”

  He smacked my ass, just this side of almost too much, and made my breath catch in my throat.

  “Travis!” I gasped.

  His darkly erotic chuckle filled the air.

  “You know how two days ago when we were watching that porn…”

  “It wasn’t a porn!” I said. “It was a really popular movie.”

  “We were watching that porno, and I asked if you’d ever wanted to be spanked?” he continued as if I’d never contradicted him.

  I snorted. “Yeah.”

  “I’ve been curious,” he said, running just the top of one single finger over where he’d just smacked me a good one. “What else turns you on?”

  I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t stop to think. Just said what I said, and knew it to be the entire, one hundred percent, God’s honest truth.

  “You,” I said. “You could decide that you wanted to fuck me on a table full of pizza, with cheese and marinara running down my ass crack, and I’d think it was fuckin’ sexy.”

  He started to laugh and then dropped a kiss on my back, right above the top of my ass.

  “Good to know if I ever get a pizza fetish, that you’re in,” he teased.

  Then our words were lost as he started to run his fingers down the length of my exposed sex.

  This going to bed with no underwear on likely would have its benefits.

  ***

  I moaned into my pillow when he squeezed my ass.

  There would be no spanking today because spanking equaled out of control Hannah, and I didn’t want to be making any noise. Because noise then equaled kids that thought we were awake.

  No, today was all about that quick release, and the way Tra
vis started taking me, hard and deep, let me know that immediately.

  “Jesus, you feel so good.”

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes, letting the pound of his hips take me away, lull me into that space that put me well on the way to orgasm.

  “So sweet,” he whispered, running his thumb down the swell of my ass to come into contact with the side of my entrance.

  He swept some of our combined wetness up, and then I felt him move.

  The next second, I heard him lick his fingers, releasing them with a soft pop.

  “So, fucking, sweet.” He pronounced each word with a thrust and grind of his hips.

  I found myself smiling into my pillow, teeth gritting slightly when I felt the roll of my orgasm start to sweep through me.

  And then it was there, all without Travis touching me at all.

  Him and his magic cock.

  It was always like that with us, explosive and fast.

  The only time it lasted more than twenty minutes—or even ten—was when we’d both just come, and were going at it for a second time.

  I fucking loved it.

  I loved it even more when I felt him stiffen behind me, and then buck his hips hard, releasing into my warm depths.

  Hot splashes of come filled me as my pussy convulsed around him.

  I reached between my legs and cupped his balls, my fingers skimming over the tiny scar that was the aftermath of his vasectomy from a month ago.

  No, there would be no more little Hannah and Travis babies running around, and that was okay with us.

  We loved our children, and although more would’ve been great, we felt that our family was perfect at three.

  So he’d gone and fixed himself so I didn’t have to, and we’d enjoyed the hell out of it since.

  When the last jerks of his cock subsided, he squeezed both of my hips tightly once, and then leaned over to the side of the bed where we now kept our towels for this exact reason.

  After offering me the towel, I cupped it between my legs and sighed when he pulled himself free.

  That’s the second that I heard the doorknob rattle with an impatient twenty-month-old’s annoyed cry following shortly after.

  “Dwink!”

  I started to laugh and climbed to my feet beside the bed, then hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.

  As I took care of my own needs, I listened to Travis dress, and then open the door for his son.

  After saying a few low words to him that I couldn’t hear, he’d disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to get dressed from there.

  By the time I arrived in the living room, not only our kids and Travis were there, but so were his parents, two of his brothers, and Evander.

  I rolled with it but stopped next to Travis with a raised brow.

  He chuckled and pulled me against his bare chest.

  He was dressed in jeans only. Ones that rode low on his hips, and sagged, allowing me to see every single dip, arch, and valley of his tight belly.

  Oh, and let’s not forget feel it.

  “Seriously, would it kill y’all to stop touching each other?”

  I looked over to where Baylor stood, watching us with annoyance.

  “Sure, Baylor,” I teased. “It might very well.”

  He rolled his eyes skyward.

  “Did Travis tell you why we were here?”

  I shook my head, and was about to reply with a ‘no,’ but was interrupted by a tiny force hitting my legs.

  I looked down at my son and grinned before letting go of Travis to reach for him.

  TJ had other things on his mind, and those involved his daddy and the cup he was holding.

  “Mine!”

  TJ jumped, making it about an inch off the ground.

  Travis raised his brows at our little man and growled.

  “Use your manners.”

  TJ scowled at him.

  “Oh, come on, Dad.”

  Michael came into my kitchen moments later, his wife and children trailing in behind him.

  I grinned and threw my arms around my brother, squeezing his neck as tight as I could causing him to make a choking sound.

  “Jesus, Han.”

  Nikki laughed and slapped her hand against my brother’s back.

  “You remember when you said your sister was nice to Nico just a few days ago?”

  I started to giggle.

  Nico was Nikki’s brother, and apparently, they’d been arguing about Nikki and I again.

  “I take it back,” Michael teased.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “What is everyone doing here?” I asked.

  Not that I cared that they were all here, but it was seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday.

  “We’re going to the lake,” my brother said, brandishing a box of donuts from behind his back.

  How the hell had he kept those hidden?

  Nikki produced another two boxes and a bag of what looked like ten dozen donut holes.

  “Ohhh,” Alex cried, picking up a bag that Nikki had handed her. “Thank you, Aunt Nikki.”

  Nikki smiled wide at Alex and then handed the next bag to her own child.

  “Mine!” TJ cried out one more time.

  “Say please,” Travis ordered, looking down at our son as sternly as a father could when he thought his kid was cute, but he was trying to teach him manners.

  Being a parent was tough sometimes.

  “Why are we going to the lake?” I asked the room.

  “Apparently our parents were miffed that y’all did a courthouse wedding and then refused to have a reception. So now they’re going to use this lovely Memorial Day weekend as an excuse for everyone to get together and bring y’all presents.”

  “But we don’t need presents,” I tried.

  “Too bad for you,” Michael shoved a donut into my face.

  I took it from him before he could shove the chocolate too far up my nose, and then licked my lips.

  “But…”

  “No buts!”

  I sighed and took a seat at the island.

  “So, when are we going to the lake?”

  ***

  Travis

  Six and a half hours later

  “Has she applied at the clinic again?”

  I looked over to Michael.

  “Nope.” I shook my head. “She said she’s not doing the clinic again, even though they need money and more staff. When she started working for me when I was in the hospital, she kind of took over. I’ve never gotten her to leave again.”

  “You don’t want her to leave,” Baylor said, butting into my conversation.

  I shrugged. “He’s right, I don’t.”

  Michael smiled.

  “Wolf’s here.”

  I looked over to find Wolf, his wife Raven, and his kids running around at his side.

  “Imagine that.”

  Wolf looked up when I said that and headed over.

  “Travis.”

  I offered Wolf my hand and said, “Wolf.”

  We still weren’t the greatest of friends, but I would forever be grateful for the role he played when it came to my wife when we both needed him the most.

  “How’s it going?”

  Wolf grinned at Michael.

  “I got some interesting news today.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What kind of news?”

  “You remember the agent in Hannah’s case?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Apparently he accidentally killed some guy that was involved in a school shooting in Ohio. Lost his job with the FBI.”

  My brows rose at that.

  “Yeah?”

  Wolf’s smile was fierce. “Yep. Heard he’s looking.”

  I snorted.

  “I could always use someone at the club or the shop,” I said. “But I doubt a guy like him would like to get his hands dirty.”

  Wolf�
��s smile was a little weird.

  “I don’t know much about Parker, but he’s got a reputation. He was also once a SEAL. I have a feeling that he’s used to getting his hands dirty.”

  I grunted. “Send him on over, then.”

  “I’m not sure Parker is a man that will be ‘sent over,’” he said. “But I’ll pass on the offer.”

  “You do that.”

  “He did ask how she was doing.”

  My brows rose.

  “No shit?”

  Wolf nodded. “Got a little more info on him, too.”

  “What kind of info?” I reached for my beer that was sitting on the bow of the boat that was pulled up onto the grass.

  “The kind of info that tells me why he is the way he is.”

  “You already told us why he was so gung-ho,” Michael put in.

  Wolf grunted something under his breath.

  “Yeah, but what you didn’t know was that the kid that died in that school shooting wasn’t really his kid. It was this kid he did a big brother thing for. It’s the kind of program where you try to mentor underprivileged children. Try to keep them on the right path.”

  I nodded my head.

  “Yeah, and?”

  “And, I heard from another motorcycle club that Parker was in a gang in his youth, and slit someone’s neck as a gang initiation.”

  My mouth fell open.

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” Wolf confirmed.

  “What are y’all talking about?”

  I looped my arm around Hannah’s shoulders and brought her to my chest, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

  My wife.

  Damn, but it still felt odd calling her that after all this time.

  “Wolf was telling me that the agent that was investigating the case with Allegra at the school is looking for work, and might come down here.”

  Hannah’s eyes widened.

  “He’s not with the FBI anymore?”

  I shook my head. “Apparently not.”

  TJ chose that moment to come streaking by, his bare ass startling white, as Alex and Reggie chased behind him.

  “I wonder where he got the naked gene from?” Michael teased.

  Hannah flipped him off. “I was not naked like that.”

  Michael walked away while bursting out laughing.

  Wolf followed moments later when his wife called his name from across the campground where every single campsite had been rented by my parents for the entire weekend.