Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(16)



I glare at him. “You’re impossible.” I can’t help but giggle and lick his chest, dusting some salt over the wet spot. He places a slice of lemon between his lips and pours me a shot.

I slowly lick his chest, looking up at him. We stare at each other, expecting each other’s next move. The intensity of his gaze is too much and I look away. I quickly down the shot and frown as the liquid burns my throat. He rests his hands on the table and leans over for me to take the slice of lemon. I cup his face and bring him closer to me. I wrap my lips around the lemon and brush my lips over his. He rests his forehead on mine and we stay like that for a few minutes.

“I haven’t felt this alive in years,” he whispers and pulls away from me reluctantly.

“Same.” I sigh softly looking up at him and discarding of the lemon slice.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and lays me back down on the table, repeating the torturous process once again and not missing the chance to grind into me.

After a few more rounds of body shots, he forgoes the shot glass and decides to pour the tequila in my belly button, which is both gross and such a turn on. He pours some salt just below my belly button, licks it painfully slowly, sucks the tequila out of my belly button and licks his way up to my mouth.

After sucking on the lemon slice, he throws it away and kisses me fiercely, pinning me to the table. I shouldn’t enjoy the feeling of his lips against mine, the feeling of his body pressing into mine, but I can’t help it. It feels so f*cking good and I don’t want it to stop.

“I need you,” he whispers against my lips.

“You’re drunk.” I try to be reasonable but my willpower is running really low.

“I might be, but besides the nightmare I constantly have to live through every single night, you’re the only thing that’s been on my f*cking mind for these past years. I hate you, but I f*cking need you,” he says with such intensity that I’m rendered speechless. “Say something.”

“Why do you hate me? I never did anything to you.” I look up into his eyes, needing to know why he hates me so much.

“You were with the wrong crowd, the one who made my life a living hell, the one that made your own life a living hell, but most importantly, because you left without saying goodbye.” He sighs and pulls away from me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You couldn’t possibly know what would happen. I just wish things were different.”

“Me too.”

“It’s the first time I’ve felt alive in the last twelve years, don’t deny me that.”

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” I answer, I barely get the word out before he crashes his lips to mine.





CHAPTER 6



Gabe

Viv is going to f*cking hate me tomorrow morning, but I need this.

I both f*cking love her and hate her at the same time. I need her to be mine, even if it’s just for one night.

“Bedroom?” I ask her, wrapping her legs around my waist and picking her up.

“Down the hall on the left,” she says rolling her hips on me. Guess I’m not the only one needing some release. I hold her ass firmly, walking us to her room.

I love the feeling of her wrapped around my body, grinding herself on me to ease that need we both crave. I kick the door open with my foot and lay her gently on the bed. I want a rough f*ck, but I also want to cherish her body. The mixed feelings are clouding my mind and confusing me even more.

Viv sits up as she reaches for my belt and painstakingly slowly begins to undo it before undoing my pants. She’s driving me insane and I help her remove my jeans and boxers in one move, before joining her in bed.

She grabs a condom from the bedside table, rips the foil package and rolls it on my cock. She looks at me with so much lust in her eyes that I nearly lose it on the spot. I roll us over and press my body into her, resting my elbows on either side of her beautiful face.

“Please, Gabe.”

“What do you want Viv?” I whisper against her lips before capturing the lower one between my teeth, pulling on it gently.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” she says softly.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything.” She looks me in the eyes and lifts her head, kissing me deeply. She grabs my cock in her tiny hand and pushes my tip inside. I thrust quickly and burry myself to the hilt.

I don’t move.

I can’t move.

She feels so f*cking good.

“Gabe? Are you alright?” she asks softly.

“Give me a minute, Viv,” I say my voice strained.

She kisses along my jawline, making me shiver. “Roll over,” she whispers in my ear.

“Why? I thought you wanted this.” I look at her confused.

“Just do as I say, Big Boy.” She grins innocently and pecks my lips. I comply and she straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck, forcing me to sit up with her.

“And what exactly is it that you’re doing?” I chuckle as she smirks, clearly proud of herself that she took control and I submitted.

“Taking the lead of course.” She kisses me softly and grinds her hips into me, making me groan in pleasure.

“You feel so. Fucking. Good, Viv.” I nuzzle her neck, nibbling along her sensitive skin.

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