Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(32)

“Already?”

“Yeah, you slept like a baby all day. You probably needed it.”

“Or you were so boring that you put me to sleep.” I try to keep a straight face but fail miserably and laugh at my own funniness.

“You done picking on me now?” He brings his hand to his heart and fakes being hurt.

“I’m just getting started.” I reply and kiss his cheek.

“Fuck me.” He shakes his head and goes back to his pans.

“I’m too hungry for that, what are you making?”

“The only thing Callum has in the cupboards: pasta and tomato sauce.” He turns to me and gives me an apologetic smile.

“That’s fine.” I smile and hop off the counter to look for the plates.

“See, we’d work well in a house together.” He claims with a smug grin as he brings the pasta and sauce to the counter.

“Stop right there with that talk.” I warn him, narrowing my eyes in his direction to stop him going any further.

“I’m just saying!”

“Yeah, yeah.” I shake my head at him and spoon the pasta onto our plates.

“You have no faith in me.” He stands behind me and kisses the nape of my neck. “I still want you, more than anything,” he whispers in my ear which causes a shiver to travel down my spine.

“Fuck, Bennett.”

“Soon.” He threatens and smacks my ass, making me wince as his hand connects with my wounds.

“Fuck!” I yelp.

“Oh shit, sorry, I forgot.” He wraps his arms around me from behind and squeezes me. “Forgive me?”

“I will when you stop smacking my ass!”

“I will, for now. Let me know when it feels better.” He snickers and straight away looks horrified and genuinely sorry. He kisses my cheek before placing the pans to the sink as I bring the plates to the couch.

After dinner we relax and listen to some music whilst we catch up. We talk about normal stuff like his day to day life with the MC, how his parents are and things like that, keeping things light and talking about him whilst keeping away from any touchy subjects. I can’t face talking about me right now and risk letting it slip, now is not the time for that talk.



“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Bennett frowns as he looks around the room I slept in the night before at the compound.

“Yes, Bennett, I’m sure.” I cross my arms over my chest and try not to laugh at his pouting face. He’s worse than a kid sometimes.

“I know! I’ll stay here with you. Problem solved.” He declares and jumps onto the bed, looking very proud of himself.

“Oh God Bennett would you stop it! I’m not going to run away and no one is going to steal me whilst I’m here, so stop thinking that I’m just going to disappear the second you turn around.”

“Need I remind you of what happened five years ago? I’m not letting that happen again.” He gets off of the bed and walks over to me. When he reaches me he lifts my chin until I’m looking directly in to his hazel eyes. “I’m never letting anyone else touch or hurt you ever again.” He looks at me with such conviction in his eyes that I genuinely believe him. It’s so f*cking hot when he gets all protective and if I could, I’d jump him right here, right now. Not that he would mind, but I’m not ready just yet. I want it, badly, but I feel like we both need more time to get to know each other again, five years is a long time to be apart.

“I know,” I whisper.

“Glad you do.” He goes to smack my ass but I move out of the way just in time.

“Try that again and I’ll knee you in the balls.” I warn him.

“Sorry, sorry, I just love your ass, it’s a magnificent ass and really a spanking is just a one handed round of applause.” He shrugs casually and flops down onto the bed again. “Care to join me?” He asks with a creepy smirk as he rubs the spot next to him.

“Bennett Sawyer, you are one of a kind.” I laugh and lie down on my side next to him.

“I know. So, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m really horny and you’re really hot, can we f*ck? Like now? Or is it too soon?” A smug grin appears on his beautiful face.

“Really?” I raise my eyebrow at him, half shocked that he would suggest it so soon after learning what I’ve been through.

“Yeah, I mean I know it’s soon considering what you told me but I know you’re all hot and bothered after seeing my sexy body.” He licks his lips as he starts to caress his chest before lifting the hem of his shirt up.

“Oh. My. God. Stop it you pervert!” I hit him with a pillow whilst trying not to laugh, God forbid I encourage him. But I’ve missed our joking around so much.

“Are you really mad at me?” he asks, suddenly looking worried and ashamed. At least he has the decency to look ashamed of himself. He looks at the ceiling and I’m trying hard not to laugh at him. He looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What do you think?” I try to keep my composure but it’s getting harder the more ashamed he looks.

“I knew you were faking it.” He gaps and manages to roll me underneath him with him resting his weight on his elbows. “I’m not moving,” he tells me before letting his arms fall and flops down on top of me. He gets himself comfortable and I immediately wrap my arms around him and stroke his back, remembering the first night we spent together. I had to be crafty and lie to my parents and ask a friend to cover for me, but it was worth it. That was the night he insisted to bring me to their next MC party. Being introduced to the MC world is something I’ll always remember and cherish. It brought Bennett and I closer together.