Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(10)

“Way to lay it out for me, Master Yoda.” I laugh.

“Welcome you are.” Gabe smirks. “But seriously, think about what I said. I’ll stop picking at your brains about it now. I promise. I got my words in.” He chuckles and gets up. He claps my back before sitting behind Viv on a sun lounger on the other side of the pool, resting his hands on her baby bump. I look at them longingly, I’m desperate for that kind of relationship but there’s only one woman I want it with and I don’t even know if she’s alive.

I spend another hour relaxing by the pool as I think about what to do next. I want to find Nancy. No, I need to find her. I just don’t know how to go about it and what I might find on the way. I quickly say my goodbyes to everyone and head for the road, I need to clear my head and going on a long ride is the only way to make it happen.

When I finally get home two hours later, I park my bike in my garage and close the door behind me. I walk into my house through the garage door that opens into the kitchen and put my helmet on the table. I barely have time to take off my jacket before my phone starts to ring. I really don’t feel like talking to anyone right now so I ignore the first call, as well as the next two that follow in quick succession. I pull my phone out of my pocket and throw it on my kitchen table before finally walking to the fridge. I rummage around for some food and a much needed drink as I hear my phone ringing again.

I don’t normally use alcohol to drown my problems, but thinking and talking about Nancy as much as I have today hasn’t done me any good and I can think of nothing better than drinking a nice cold one to help me blur my memories.

I settle on some leftover lasagna Josie made me and heat it up in the microwave before heading into my living room, grabbing my phone on the way. I look at the screen as I walk and see that I have five more missed calls from an unknown number. I tend to ignore any calls from unknown numbers because nothing good usually comes from them. They either cause trouble when you just want a quiet night or are f*cking telemarketers who set out to annoy the shit out of you with their latest piece of crap.

I dig into my food and turn on the TV in an attempt to block out the noise of my phone and everything else around me. I try to relax but something in the back of my mind keeps nagging at me, telling me to pick up the damn phone the next time is rings. I guess talking about Nancy today affected me a lot more than I thought because I am actually thinking that if I pick up the phone I’ll hear her on the other end of the line. I mean, who knows? It could actually be her, I never changed my number, just in case she’s alive and needs me. It was a long shot but you never know.

I finish my food, take the plate back to the kitchen and dump it in the sink before pouring myself a glass of whiskey and making my way back into the living room. I flop onto my couch and grab my phone. I call a random girl I met in a bar a couple nights ago and ask her to come over. I need a good f*cking to empty my balls and take off the edge.

I don’t have to wait long before she shows up on my doorstep. I guess I’m not the only one needing a good f*ck. I open the door and she’s on me like a fly on shit, kissing me and grabbing me wherever she pleases. I’m not about to complain, this saves me from having to do any kind of talking. She presses against my chest, making me walk backwards into my living room. She quickly looks around, getting the feel of her surroundings before pushing me onto the couch.

I don’t have time to speak before she undoes my belt and unzips my jeans, taking out my already hard cock.

She doesn’t waste a second before she starts sucking me like a pro. I rest my head against the back of the couch and let her do her thing. I can finally relax and let the stress of the day wash away, but the mind works in weird ways. Suddenly images of Nancy flash through my mind: her beautiful smile, eyes, lips wrapped around my cock.

Her cheeks used to turn a nice shade of pink when I’d call her my Gorgeous Girl and her eyes filled with tears and love when I told her I loved her for the first time. God, I miss Nancy.

My heart is hurting and so are my balls so I do what I do best. I wrap the girl’s hair around my hand and start guiding her head up and down my cock faster and deeper. I buck my hips into her mouth, making her gag. She looks at me with what is supposed to be a sultry look, but she looks like a mess with mascara running down her face and red lipstick smeared around her mouth. God, she looks like a sad clown. I’m not this heartless usually, I always appreciate the efforts any woman puts into pleasing me. I don’t recognize myself. I’m not cruel usually. Thinking about Nancy really f*cked with my mind today.

“I think we sh-”

“Just sit back and relax, baby,” she says in her annoyingly high pitched voice as she rolls a condom down my cock.

I do as she says, not wanting to make small talk and risk hearing her voice again. She takes off her dress and I’m surprised to find that she goes commando. I can’t say I’m surprised. She was probably already out looking for a quickie in a club when I called. I’m f*cking grateful she has a condom, who knows what this girl has if she’s been around the block a couple of times.

She hovers over me with her thighs on either side of my legs before lowering herself slowly onto my dick. She throws her head back and moans loudly as she fully sheathes me and I sit there, waiting for her to start moving so I can feel something. She waits for a few seconds before she starts rolling her hips. She’s good, I’ll give her that, she’s got the moves, but she’s not doing it for me. I don’t know if it’s Nancy playing on my mind, or the fact that she’s quite loose and I’m not small by any means, but I could easily fall asleep like this.