Healing Gabe (Last Hangman MC Book 3) (5 page)

I pull away and look at him, biting my lower lip. “This is a bad fucking idea. We shouldn’t.”

“No, we shouldn’t have, but it fucking happened.” He sighs and goes to the kitchen. “Do you have lemon, salt and a deck of cards?” He looks at me with a smile playing on his lips.

“What in the hell do you plan to do with lemon, salt and a deck of cards? A magic trick?”

“Oh, I’ll show you a magic trick.” He smirks and grabs his cock through his jeans and I roll my eyes.

“You’re disgusting.”
Disgustingly hot
! He shouldn’t do those kinds of things. I’d go down on my knees and suck him in a heartbeat.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I know and you love it. So? Deck of cards? Salt? Lemon?”

“Fruit bowl, cupboard above your head and I’ll get the cards.” I glare at him before going into my office, looking in a few boxes before I find a pack of cards. I smile when I find a picture of me and Gabe, it’s the only one I have of us. Annie was bizarrely insistent on taking a picture of the two of us, I think deep down she knew I was in love with Gabe as well. I think back to the day the picture was taken, we were all at the fair and Gabe had just won a huge teddy bear for Annie and I. Clearly ecstatic with ourselves, me and Gabe are smiling stupidly and he’s wrapped me in his arms while I’m trying to hug both his waist and the bear. I smile at the memory and walk back to the kitchen to show him. His smile slowly turns to a frown then back to a smile.

“I remember that day.” He chuckles. “You two had been bugging me for hours to win you each a huge bear. I’m just glad I won two of those fuckers or one of you would have been bitching at me for hours!” He smiles up at me and looks back at the picture, brushing his fingers over my face. This gesture fills me with joy and sadness at the same time. He seems to be warming up to the idea of being around me which is good, even if it is a constant reminder for me that he will never be mine. “You bet we would have!” I smile softly and hand him the deck of cards. “So, what are they for?”

“Strip poker?” he says making me spit out the sip of beer I had been taking, nearly choking on it.

‘What did you say?”

“Strip poker.” He smirks and holds up a bottle of tequila.

“Oh no, we’re not!”

“Oh yes, we are. Come on, it’ll be fun and we both need to loosen up a little. What better way to do that than with alcohol?”

“Why does it have to be strip poker though?”

“It makes it more fun.” He grins and takes everything to the living room and begins setting up the coffee table. “Come on!”

I sigh and reluctantly follow him. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind one bit seeing more of his toned, tanned naked body, but I’m not comfortable with him seeing me naked. I suck at poker and I’ll be naked in no time, knowing my luck he’ll still be fully clothed. “This is unfair,” I say sitting down.

“What is and why?”

“This!” I wave my hand over to the cards. “I can’t play poker.”

“Even better for me then.” He chuckles.

“Fucker!”

“You know it and you love it, so suck it up, Viv.” He winks at me and distributes the cards while explaining the rules. “Think you can handle it?”

“Yeah, sure, of course.” I glare at him and take my cards. I’ve already forgotten half of the rules.

“So, which item of clothing are you wagering?”

I sigh. “My shirt, I guess.”

“Good choice, same for me.” He smiles and we start playing. I have no idea what to do so I follow what he’s doing and try to make combinations.

“Can I ask you a question?” I’m hoping my questions will somehow make him lose focus and I won’t end up naked within five minutes.

“Of course.” He smiles and takes a pull from his beer.

“Have you been involved with anyone else after my sister?”

“Low blow Viv, but no I haven’t.” He smirks and puts down his cards and exclaims, “Full house, lose the shirt.”

“Asshole.” I glare at him and take it off, revealing a lace pastel purple bra and my tattoos.

“Nice ink…and bra.” He winks and passes me the deck of cards.

“Whatever.” I’m not happy about losing. I shuffle the cards and deal.

“My turn to ask you a question.”

“What the fuck did I get myself into?” I raise my eyebrow and finish my beer.

“You have no idea.” He smirks darkly. “Which item of clothing are you wagering, and when was the last time you had sex?”

“Jeans and what? That’s none of your fucking business!” I throw one of the pillows at him, hitting him on the head.

“Still shirt and I answered your question, your turn, Doll.”

“Asshole.” I frown and sigh. “Two days ago.” I shrug when he looks at me his mouth open. “You’re going to catch a fly, close your mouth.”

“Didn’t think you were into one night stands, that’s all.”

“Whatever.” I mutter and keep looking at my cards, willing them to turn into something good because so far, I’m not having much luck.

He chuckles and sets down his cards. “Flush, what do you have?”

“A pair.” I glare at him when he snickers.

“And a very nice one at that.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Come on, jeans off.”

“You’re really going to make me do this?” I plead with him to drop it, but it’s pointless.

“Oh yes, of course I am.” He grins, proud of himself.

I get up and take off my jeans slowly, I’m wearing matching lace pastel purple boy shorts underneath. I hear him groan and mumble something that sounds like
fuck me,
but I’m not too sure. I sit back down, completely embarrassed and slightly turned on. He openly checks me out while we keep playing. Unfortunately, I lose everything and he only had to take off his shirt. Even then, I’m sure he let me win that one. He at least let me cover myself with a pillow, but that didn’t exactly hide much. He’s had a good eyeful of my naked body and his eyes kept drifting to my boobs. I guess my nipple rings sparked his interest.

We finished two additional rounds of beer, half a bottle of Jack Daniels and kept playing a bit longer. We soon abandoned the game and began to just chat, asking each other random questions, not venturing into uncharted territories anymore.

“How about we spice things up?” He smirks and holds up a bottle of tequila.

“What exactly do you want to do with that?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Body shots.”

“Not a good idea, Gabe.” I look at him.

“It’s an excellent idea. Come on, go lay on the table,” he says very seriously.

“I don’t think so.”

“You could lay down on it or I could make you, what’s it gonna be?” He gets up and holds his hand out to me.

“You’re a real dickhead, you know that?”

“Stop mentioning my dick, especially when you are naked. I know you want it though.” He chuckles.
He has no idea…

“You’re hilarious.” I glare at him and take his hand. He helps me up and walks me backwards to the dining table. He caresses leisurely from my shoulders, down my arms, making me shiver. I bite my lip to hold back a moan that’s threatening to escape my lips.

“Let yourself feel, Viv,” he whispers and kisses my forehead softly before stepping back into the living room to pick up the tequila, lemon and salt.

I know it’s a bad idea but I can’t help it, I can’t stop him, I don’t want to stop him. As he said, I need to feel as much as he does. I sit on the table and he smiles walking back to me.

“Good girl.” He sets everything aside and helps me lay down. This isn’t the most comfortable position to be in, but the feeling of the cold table under my warm, flushed skin feels divine.

He places a slice of lemon between my lips, licks slowly between my boobs and dusts some salt over the wet spot. He tugs on my legs to bring me closer to the edge of the table. He stands between my legs, his cock straining against his jeans, brushing over my exposed pussy. He leans over and licks off the salt, before downing a shot of tequila. He rests his hands on either side of my face and leans over, taking the lemon from my lips.

He sucks on the lemon and puts it on the side. “The things I could do to you right now.” He sighs sadly, and grinds against me once. I moan softly. I can’t help it. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He brushes his lips over mine and stands back up. “Sit up.” He holds his hands out to me to help me sit up. I let him help me and look up at him. “Your turn,” he says grinning like a twat.

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 fucking 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 fucking mind for these past years. I hate you, but I fucking 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 fucking hate me tomorrow morning, but I need this.

I both fucking 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 fuck, 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 fucking 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.

“So do you,” she moans, rolling her hips. Her arms are still wrapped around my neck, keeping us close together, turning this supposed casual sex into something so much more intimate. Our eyes lock and I’m mesmerized. She is fucking beautiful and in this moment, she’s mine. I can see that I’m all she has on her mind, and she’s all I have on mine.

I caress her back before grabbing her ass and helping her ride me, at a slow, painful pace but I don’t want this to end. I never want this to end. She makes me feel so alive.

She bites my lower lip, bringing me back to reality. We are both covered in a light sheen of sweat, our breaths ragged, our eyes filled with lust. We are both lost in the moment. We both need to feel again.

She starts riding me harder and faster, usually I need to be in control but this time, with her, with Viv, I don’t mind at all. It feels amazing to see her on the brink of falling apart.

I kiss her deeply, touching my tongue to hers when she opens her soft pouty lips for me. I grab her ass tightly, guiding her up and down my cock. She’s close, I can feel it, and so am I. It doesn’t take either of us long to fall over the edge.

“Viv,” I groan her name as I explode into the condom. I’ve never experienced such a strong orgasm.

She screams my name, throwing her head back. Her legs are squeezing my hips, her whole body is shaking, her chest heaving and she’s covered in sweat.
Beautiful.

She falls limp into my arms. As I pull out of her and remove the condom, she whimpers. “Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

“Yes. I liked you in me,” she says shyly.
Fuck. Me!

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.” She looks at me confused.

“I wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this as much.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Seriously? I thought you’d be super confident, cocky as fuck and ask me if you were the best I’ve ever had.”

“I’m not that big of a dickhead!”

“That’s yet to be proven.” She grins innocently. I lay us down on the bed, facing each other. I move a strand of her lilac hair behind her ear, my fingers tracing down her neck all the way to her hip where I pull her closer to me. “Well, was I?” I chuckle, something inside me needs to know I was the best she’s ever had.

“Yes, you were,” she whispers brushing her fingertips over the scar on my right cheek. I nuzzle her hand and sigh, appreciating the answer and her honesty. I couldn’t help feeling proud that I was the best.

“You were too. Never thought I’d enjoy a woman in charge this much.” I smile and kiss her forehead.

“Glad you enjoyed it too.” She cuddles into me and I can’t help but wrap my arms around her. I’m not the type of guy who likes to cuddle after sex, but it was out of this world and it didn’t feel appropriate for me to just up and leave. More importantly, I didn’t want to.

“More than you could ever imagine,” I whisper and cover us up with the blanket. In no time, she’s fast asleep wrapped around me. I close my eyes and smile. I really could get used to this but I shouldn’t, I can’t. She is the one woman that is off limits, even though I’ve just crossed that limit.

Nothing ever should have happened with Viv. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I know how it’s going to fuck with her head. I know Viv and Annie are two different people although they are twins. Annie was the sweet quiet girl. Viv was the fun and rebellious one. I never saw them as carbon copies of each other. They are so different, both in personality and looks. I just hope she’ll understand that I didn’t do this to relive my time with her sister.

******

Today is the first time I can take Annie out on an actual date. We decided to meet out of town so we could spend some time together without the chance of anyone catching or spying on us. It will be refreshing to be able to hold hands in public, hell to even be out in public together.

We drive separately to Grand Isle. I asked Cabe if I could borrow his cabin by the lake for the weekend, telling him that I needed some time on my own. I hate having to lie to him but I can’t risk telling him the truth and have him disapprove, it could start a war. Even though Cabe and Annie know each other, I’d rather keep this to ourselves for the time being.

I travelled to the cabin a day early to set up everything and make sure we’d have everything we’d need. I’m not planning on forcing her to do anything she’s not ready for, but I wanted to make sure we had everything just in case. I’m anxious and excited to see her. Nicole has been sick and off from school for the past three days so I haven’t been able to see Annie at all.

We’ve been together for two weeks now and haven’t been able to go on a real date. Some days, I think it’d be best to end things with her, not just because of that dickhead Jared, who’s been dead set on getting his revenge on me for beating him up, but also because I can’t forget this uneasy feeling that I’ve had since we got together. It feels so good being with her, but it’s also so wrong and I know one day it’s going to catch up with us and we’ll have to pay the consequences.

I feel bad for Viv though, she’s had to hang out in some random places so no one would see her while Annie and I were together. I feel like a dick for doing this to Viv. I’m brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I smile seeing what time it is.
She’s here.
I rush to the door and open it. I wrap my arms around her small frame and kiss her softly.

“I missed you.” I say in between kisses.

“I missed you too.” She smiles up at me and just as she is about to walk through the door, when someone grabs her and drags her out towards the lake. I scream her name and run after them. The man turns around and I see Jared smirk at me as he disappears into the lake with her. My pace quickens as I run as fast as I can, screaming her name all the way.

I feel someone shake me and saying my name loud. I slowly open my eyes and see the most beautiful yet frightened purple eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I stroke Viv’s cheek but she pulls away from me. “Viv, talk to me.”

“You were dreaming about Annie,” she whispers and gets up, heading to what I’m guessing is the bathroom. I sigh and get up, about to go after her when she slams the door and locks it.
Way to go, subconscious.

“I’m sorry, Viv. I can’t control what happens in my nightmares,” I say through the door.

“Right.” Is the only reply I get. She’s pissed at me, I didn’t expect this morning to turn to shit this fast. I sigh and walk back to the bed. I put on my boxers and check my phone. I wish I could take back whatever I said in my dreams. I don’t ever want to hurt her. I rub my face and look up when she emerges from the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” I get up and walk to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

“No, I’m not.” She sighs. “I’m hungover as fuck and hearing you say Annie’s name in your sleep wasn’t something I was ready for,” she says honestly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t control them. They happen on a nightly basis and every single one ends exactly the same, Jared pulling her away from me. Go take some Aspirin with orange juice for your hangover. Come on, I’ll take care of you.” I kiss her head and walk her to the kitchen. We both look at each other as we inspect the mess we left last night. There are empty bottles everywhere and slices of lemon and salt litter the entire living room table. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Ugh. I’m never drinking this much again!” She frowns and squeezes my hand.

“I’ll stop you sooner next time.” I chuckle.

“Because you think there will be a next time? This shouldn’t be happening, Gabe. We shouldn’t have kissed, let alone let last night happen. It’s forbidden. You dated my dead twin sister. I can’t believe I’ve let last night happen.” She rubs her face, frustrated with herself.

“I know we shouldn’t have, but it happened and there’s nothing we can do to erase that. If we could, would you?” I look at her, hoping she won’t crush my heart.

She looks up at me, thinking. “I don’t think I would even if it’s fucking wrong, but I can’t help thinking about how Annie must feel right now if she’s watching over us. We fucking betrayed her!”

“We didn’t,” I say through clenched teeth. “Yes, we are fucking twisted for fucking last night and for enjoying it, but I don’t fucking regret it and never will. I have no fucking clue where this will lead but I’m not going to let it fuck with my head. I want to enjoy it for the time being. I’m sick and fucking tired of living in the past. I don’t want us to live in the past anymore. Yes, what happened is beyond horrible, but I’ve let it lead my life for long enough, and so have you.” I sigh looking at her, she’s too beautiful for my own good. She nods, agreeing with me, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
What I’d do to that mouth right now.

“I just can’t help feeling like this is wrong.” She motions between the two of us.

“It might be, but it felt fucking right.” I plant a hard kiss on her lips and head to the kitchen.

She follows me and leans on the counter. “Is Jared haunting your dreams still?” She bites her lip and I nod. “It’s all my fault. If I had done what he wanted me to do that night none of this would have ever happened.” She sniffs and wipes away a tear quickly.

“Hey, no tears.” I lift her chin forcing her to look at me. “Yes, something horribly fucked up happened, but I’ve never had any regrets about helping you that night. It’s left physical and emotional scars but we have to be strong. We can’t let him win and get away with it. We need to stick together. Having you back in my life gives me hope. Don’t take it away from me.”

“I know, I just miss her so much.” She sighs and wraps her arms around me. I pull her closer and kiss her head.