Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(86)

It feels good to know that I, at least, have some kind of an effect on him.

I smile at my new knowledge.

A girl can hope.



I groan feeling something wet drip on my face, waking me from a really nice dream. Ant and I were riding on his bike into the sunset, it’s a recurring dream I have and I never get tired of it. I flail my arms around hoping to move away whatever is dripping on my face, but it doesn’t stop. Then I feel the bed shake slightly, causing me to groan again.

“What are you doing in my bed Ant?” I yawn as I open my eyes. “And stop it with the water.” I glare at him when he stops me from pulling the covers over my head.

“Happy birthday, Sweet Cheeks,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. I have to hold back the moan that is threatening to escape my lips.

“Thanks Big Man,” I whisper back, sighing happily as he hugs me from behind, he’s half lying, half sitting on my bed. I can’t help cuddling back into him. I smile seeing him in the full-length mirror that’s on the wall opposite.

“Anytime Sweet Cheeks. Now get up and get ready, big day today.” He smirks and smacks my ass.

“HEY! No smacking!” I yelp and throw a pillow at his head, but he’s too fast and catches it before it can hit him. He throws it back at me then heads downstairs, giving me privacy to get ready.

I reluctantly leave the comfort of my bed and head to the bathroom to get ready. I take care of business, take a quick shower, brush my teeth and select a comfy outfit. Knowing him and my parents, we could be up to anything today, so comfy it is. I opt for jeans, a sleeveless Slayer shirt, a flannel shirt and my black Converse. I don’t put any make-up on, but try to tame my wild mane; seriously I look like a freaking lion! I should know better than to wash my hair before bed.

I walk downstairs to a chorus of “Happy birthday Princess,” from my mum and dad as they sweep me into a hug, I hug them back, eyeing the cupcakes that are on the side.

“Thank you.” I grin and steal one of my mom’s cupcakes and take a big bite—Red Velvet, my favorite!

“We’ll give you your gift later today—it’s running a little late but it will be here later today.” My dad says with a knowing grin looking at Ant.

“Okay? What are you two up to?” I raise my eyebrow and finish my cupcake, debating if I should take a second one or not.

“Nothing Sweet Cheeks and don’t even think about getting a second one, we’ll get breakfast on the way.”

“On the way to…?” I grin innocently hoping for a hint.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out, be patient…” He smirks at me. “…for once.”

“Ugh, fine!” I roll my eyes and down a glass of orange juice. “Are you guys coming too?” I look at my parents.

“No it’s just you two.” My mom smiles knowingly.

“Uh oh, what am I in for?”

“You’ll see.” Ant smiles leading me out the door to his bike. “Here.” He puts my helmet on my head and secures it for me. I’m more than capable of doing it, but he insists on doing it every single time.

“Thanks.” I roll my eyes playfully and climb behind him, wrapping my arms around him. I revel in the feeling of having him in my arms. I rest my head on his back and enjoy the ride. As he drives I wonder where he planned on taking me, knowing him, it could be the most random spot ever. One year he took me to a gallery. I was confused at first, but when we stopped in front of a painting that looked like me and had Ant’s signature at the bottom, I burst into tears and jumped in his arms. Which didn’t really please the other people in the gallery.

We stopped for breakfast on the way and after what seems like forever; we finally pull up to my mystery birthday spot. He helps me off of the bike and pulls out a bandana from his pocket, holding it up to me with an incredibly cocky grin on his face. Fuck what am I in for?

“And what exactly am I supposed to do with this?”

“I’m going to blindfold you to keep it a surprise until the last minute.” He chuckles as he sees my eyes widen.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so mister. I’m not letting you blindfold me, I know you!”

“Exactly, you know me Sweet Cheeks so you should trust me.” He holds my hands, lacing our fingers, making me walk backwards. “Well it’s up to you, you can let me blindfold you or I’ll guide you like this until we make it there.” He licks his lips. “So, what will it be Sweet Cheeks?” Damn him and his sexy voice!

“Fine, blindfold me. I don’t want to break my neck.” I sigh and cross my arms over my chest, letting him blindfold me. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, you have no idea how much.” I can hear the amusement in his voice and something else that I can’t put my finger on. Could it be lust?

We start to walk with him guiding me, holding me close to his body. I can feel his warmth pressed to my back and side. I have absolutely no clue where we are and it’s driving me crazy. I’m not good with changes or surprises and combine that with the fact that I’m blindfolded? Yeah, I’m not having fun here, but I trust him so I’ll have to cope. I just hope we are close. I’m scared I’m going to trip and hurt myself. I’m well aware of my clumsiness.