Healing Gabe (Last Hangman MC Book 3) (25 page)

“Will you stop pouting?” I look over at her.

“No!” She turns her back to me and mumbles something.

“What was that?” I ask, amused.

“You suck, you cat hater!” She turns around and glares at me.

“I don’t hate cats, I just prefer dogs.” I shrug and park at home.

“Same thing! Traitor!” She gets out of the car and stomps inside the house, most likely to hide in the skylight room. I lock the car and the front door before joining her.

“How am I a traitor?” I lay next to her.

“Because you don’t want a cat.” She flips me off and turns her back to me. I cuddle up to her and she elbows me in the stomach.

“Will you stop throwing a fucking temper tantrum every time you want something that you can’t get instantly?”

“I do not throw temper tantrums! You’re being a dickhead. Big difference buddy!” She pokes me in the left shoulder and I groan.

“What was that for?” I rub the spot.

“Well, that’ll teach you to be mean to me. I didn’t do it on purpose anyway.” She sighs and sits up. “I hate it when we fight.”

“Then stop being ridiculous.” I chuckle.

“I’m so not!” she yells and tries to punch my arm, but I catch her wrist and flip us over, so that she’s lying under me.

“You were saying?” I raise my eyebrow, grinding into her.

“That’s not fair! You always use sex against me.” I kiss her pout and smile.

“That’s because you and I both love angry make up sex.” I smirk.

“Oh…” She smiles sweetly.

“Yes, oh.” I chuckle.

“So, we
can
get a cat.” She grins innocently.

“Will you stop with that fucking cat? Or I’m not taking care of your pussy.” I snicker.

“Very mature.” She glares at me and grinds on me.

“Who’s having a fit because she’s not getting a cat?” I look at her intently.

“Whatever.”

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” I hover over her.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She rolls her eyes and brings me down to her. I don’t go slow, I nip at her bottom lip, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. Alternating between gentle nips and stroking her tongue with mine. She’s already writhing under me and trying to rid me of my shirt.

Our clothes don’t stay on for very long. I sit up on my heels and strip her so she’s completely naked. Gotta love warmer weather. She gets on her hands and knees, freeing my hard cock from my pants and starts sucking me off instantly, moaning as she does so. I wrap her long hair around my fist. I guide her gently, before thrusting into her mouth. Never to the point of hurting her or making her gag, but still with enough force that she starts pleasuring herself. I want to be the one making her come so I help her up and push her on her back, spreading her legs. I lick along her slit, very slowly, teasing her in all the right spots.

“Less teasing, more fucking! I can’t take it anymore, Gabe. Fuck me. Please!” she whines writhing under me.

“As you wish.” I lay back down on top of her, teasing her wet cunt with the tip of my cock, pushing just the tip slowly inside her, before withdrawing instantly.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She moves her hips down to meet my cock.

“Doing what?” I smirk.

“Teasing me, for fuck’s sake.”

“What is it that you want Doll?”

“Your cock, buried deep inside me, now!” She groans and tries to reach for my cock.

“Don’t make me tie you up, naughty girl.” I smirk and thrust hard and fast inside her.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good!” She groans and closes her eyes. I lean over and kiss her softly, barely brushing my lips over hers, waiting for her to adjust.

I start moving when she squeezes me with her pussy, slowly at first. We both like it rough, but I don’t want to hurt her. When I feel her muscles relaxing, I pick up the pace and start thrusting harder and faster, hooking her legs over my hips. I lean over her, resting my weight on my arms. I kiss her long and hard, alternating nipping and sucking on her lower lip.

We’re a pile of sweaty, heaving bodies, holding onto each other as if it were the last time we’d ever be together. I thrust hard and deep, eliciting a short high pitched moan with each thrust. She digs her nails into my lower back, bringing my hips closer to hers, making me go as deep as I can possibly get.

I rest my forehead on hers, my breath becoming ragged as I’m getting closer. “Not gonna last long Viv.” I say on a moan.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” She moans loudly and starts meeting my thrusts. It doesn’t take either of us very long to find our release. I come first and she comes straight after.

We’re both out of breath, covered in sweat, exhausted after a long day, but revelling in the feeling of each other.

That night was fucking awesome. We went for round two in the Skylight Room and then round three in bed. She wanted her comfort for our love making as she calls it. It’s still sex to me, but you know, women…

I’m on my way to pick up the cat and she still has no idea. She thinks I’m just out picking up dessert. We’re having a big BBQ to celebrate Cameron’s first birthday, giving me the perfect excuse to pick it up.

Half an hour later, I’m driving home with the new addition to the family in a cat box next to me, looking at me expectantly, I’ve never had a cat so I have no clue what it wants. “Sorry buddy, you’ll have to wait a few minutes until you’re with your mom.” I chuckle at myself, talking to a cat. The thing is pretty cute with huge fucking ears for such a tiny head. Looks like a gremlin on a good day.

I park in Ant’s driveway and balance the box of donut cake, yes that’s a thing and it looks fucking amazing, and the cat crate in the other. I walk to the back of the house straight away, knowing that they would already be out there and set the cake on the table. They are all playing around so it gives me time to hide the crate inside. I pick up Slick the cat, and hide him in my flannel shirt. It’s so tiny that you can barely see him. I walk outside and towards my friends.

“Hey Brother,” Aleck greets me, patting my back.

“Hey Brother. I see you didn’t wait for me to start eating.” I fake being hurt.

“You were taking forever!” Viv exclaims and eyes me suspiciously.

“What?” I look at her feigning innocence.

“What are you hiding?” She comes over looking at me, knowing I’m up to something.

“Nothing, why?” I look at her confused.

“In your shirt, what’s that?” She pokes the bulge gently and it meows. “No. Fucking. WAY!” She squeals.

“Yes way.” I grin and open my shirt, taking the kitten out. “Meet Slick.” I grin as she picks him up. He curls up in her arms and rubs his face all over her.

“He’s so freaking cute. Hi Slick.” She grins talking to him in a baby voice, I might regret getting her a cat if she starts babying him, but seeing the look of pure happiness on her face is worth it. The cat meows and starts purring.

“What the fuck is that? That’s not a cat!” Aleck frowns, giving the cat a disapproving look. Slick looks over at Aleck and hisses.

“Don’t bully my kitten!” Viv glares at Aleck.

“What? It looks and probably feels like a dick!”

“Oh my God, he did not!” She shakes her head at Aleck and goes to sit on the patio, petting the cat, the girls follow and sit around her.

“Wrong thing to say?” Aleck chuckles.

“Yeah, she loves those cats.”

“No one could tell that that’s a cat.” Ant chimes in.

“Piss off.” I chuckle.

After she spent an hour petting and playing with the cat, she puts him back in his crate and we all sit around the table to start eating.

“Remember when you came back from Grand Isle Gabe?” Line looks over at me grinning innocently.

“Yeah? What about it?” I look at her confused.

“Remember the bet we made?” She full on smirks. Uh oh, totally forgot about that.

“No?” I look at her.

“You’re full of shit. Your sexy Thunderbird is mine.” She grins, proud of herself.

“I have no recollection of such a bet. I’m sure you have the wrong person.” I tell her as seriously as I can.

“Pay up, Buttercup.” She snorts at her own joke.

I sigh and make a big production of getting my keys out of my pocket. “There you go.” I hand them to her.

“Victory is sweet, oh so very fucking sweet.” She sighs happily taking the keys from my hand.

“Actually, I couldn’t part with my own thunderbird for sentimental reasons. She was my father’s but I did get you one and customized it myself. It’s in the driveway.”

“You did not.” She looks at me shocked.

“I did.” I smile and she’s out of here within two seconds. We all follow her and see her hugging her new mint Thunderbird with white swirly detailing. Not the classic colors, but totally Line’s style.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she squeals bouncing up and down before hugging me.

“You’re welcome.” I chuckle. “Glad you like it.”

“Like it? I fucking love it!” She beams and stares at it, sighing happily. After my failed attempt at protecting her from Brian last year, I vowed myself that whenever I got the chance, that I’d make her smile and happy. I’m glad I was able to keep my promise to her and give her the car she wanted, but also put a smile on her face.

We spent the rest of the day eating a lot of food, a lot of cake and playing cards. It’s almost 2 AM and Viv is asleep in bed. I locked up downstairs and within the five minutes it took me, she managed to roll around and lay straight in the middle of the bed, taking up the whole space. Slick is asleep at her feet. I don’t care if I have to sleep in the chair, as long as I know that she goes to bed with a smile on her face and no worries on her mind, I did my job and that’s all that matters.

I never thought I’d ever be happy again, I thought I’d only feel pain and heartache for the rest of my life. I’ve been miserable for the past twelve years, roaming the earth, not fully living, just going through the motions. Sure, I had the club and my brothers, but it wasn’t helping me cope with the double loss I had endured. That day I lost the woman I thought I was going to be with and the woman I was in love with. There was a hole in my heart that kept growing bigger and bigger every day. Things could have turned to shit for the both of us, but we were there to pick each other up.

I’m grateful she keeps pushing me to express my feelings more, it’s getting easier. I know I love her and she knows I love her, but I’m scared that if I show it in public, the world is going to want to rip that away from me.

She’s helped me so much over these past couple of months, she’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I still miss my parents and think about them daily, I wish they’d had the chance to meet Aleck and know that their younger son was alive and well, but I’m sure they are watching over us and are proud of us.

Life couldn’t be any sweeter. I have my woman, a beautiful house, my blood family and my brothers. Viv doesn’t know it, but she has saved my life in more ways than one.

She’s healed me completely.

The End.

TRUSTING JASON PREVIEW

I lost my wife two months ago.

My life has been fucking hell since then.

Between mourning her loss and working, I haven’t had any time for me. I buried myself in my work, hoping it would take away the pain and the image of her dead body, but no, if anything, it’s only made it worse. When I’m all alone at night in my bed, that’s when the real nightmares begin.

Nothing makes me feel alive anymore, nothing except one person who manages to lift my spirits. Nothing will
ever
happen. It’s not the memory of Jenny that is stopping me, which makes me sound like a total fucking asshole, but because she’s the baby sister of one of the Last Hangman.

Gabe knows me and knows I would never hurt her, but he’s not exactly the understanding type. To be honest I don’t know if she does even want me, she could be helping me out of survivor’s guilt. I’m a damaged widower.

Everybody thinks I’ve had it easy all my life but they are all so fucking wrong. My past would make the MCs seem like saints. Something’s coming and I know it’s going to destroy the life we once knew, but I can’t bring myself to confess to the MC all the shit I have done. All the things I had to do to survive and then because I started to enjoy it. They would never believe detective could do all of this shit. What they don’t know is that there’s a good reason why I played my part in taking down the Kings so well. My entire life has been a fucking lie. I’ll have to tell them sooner rather than later, they need to be prepared for the shit storm that’s going to be coming our way.