Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(15)

“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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 *. 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.