Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(2)

“Hey, big boy, looking for a good time?” She caresses my arm.

“Depends on what you are offering.” I say as I look her up and down. She's not bad, clearly has had too much plastic surgery, but she will do.

“Anything you want. I'm Scarlett.”

“Gabe.”

“A pleasure, Gabe. Wanna go out for a quickie?” I love women who know what they want and don't bullshit it.

“My kind of woman.” I smirk and walk outside, leading the way behind the bar. I don't care if we’re going to have witnesses, it makes it all the more exciting.

She doesn’t waste any time undoing my belt and pants. She gets down to her knees, taking my cock out and wraps her ruby red lips around it, sucking hard. I lean against the wall for support. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had sex and at this rate, I won’t last long. I hold her face in place for a few seconds, face f*cking her fast before I pull her up and make her face the wall.

“Not gonna last long if we keep this up,” I say as I roll a condom down my shaft.

“Thanks for the compliment, big boy.” She giggles. She was a bit sloppy but I’m not about to piss her off. I need to f*ck someone and she’s so willing to fulfil my needs.

I lift her skirt and smirk. “Commando, my kind of woman.” I chuckle and position myself, thrusting into her slowly but not giving her time to adjust, I’m too far gone to care if I’m too big for her.

“Fuck, you’re huge!”

“I know.” I smirk and start thrusting faster, holding her hips in a tight grip. She moans loudly, clearly enjoying the rough sex. Too bad I never go for a second round with the same person, she feels pretty good wrapped around my cock.

After a few minutes, I feel myself getting close, I start to f*ck her even harder and faster, desperately needing this release. I keep a tight hold on her hip with my left hand and move my right one to her * and start playing with her clit. I’m not going to last very long and I don’t want her to start moaning that she didn’t get to come. It doesn’t take her long to get there.

“I’m gonna come, big boy,” she moans moving back to meet my thrusts. In no time, we both come. I let her ride out her orgasm and withdraw, taking off the condom and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. I fasten my pants while she fixes her hair and skirt.

“Thanks for a good time, big boy, call me if you want a repeat.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I don't do repeats.”

“Sucks for me.” She kisses me and saunters back inside.

I'm about to go back inside when I hear people shouting. A man is yelling at a woman who sounds distressed. I'm no knight in shining armor but I was raised to treat a woman with respect. Sure I'm not exactly treating them properly at the moment but we’re on the same page, I never promise them anything and most certainly never raise my voice or hurt them.

I make my way back around the bar and watch the argument, assessing if the woman needs help or not.

“Leave me the f*ck alone, you f*cking *!” She shouts at the guy.

“Vivian don't be such a f*cking bitch and come with us. It's going to be fun. You’re gonna love it. You know we always take good care of our women.” The asshat chuckles darkly.

“Oh really? That's why that girl ran away first chance she got?”

“She couldn't handle us. You can.” He shrugs and tugs on her arm again.

“Leave me alone!” She screeches.

“You see, I can't do that. Your Uncle approves of us being together, it’s only you who don’t want to see how good it would be for the club.”

“Fuck you and f*ck your stupid club, Jared!” He slaps her and I see red. I charge towards them and push him away from her.

“She told you to leave her alone, *! What the f*ck don't you understand about that?” I yell at the * known as Jared.

“You just messed with the wrong person, buddy. You have no idea who I am and you’re going to pay for this. You’re going to regret ever coming here!” He spits at me and charges towards me with a knife, proceeding to lacerate my cheek. I don't think twice and pound my fists into his face. The girl isn't around anymore which is good, she did the smart thing and ran away when the dickhead charged at me.

Not two minutes into this fight and I'm pulled away from the guy.

“Stop it. Trust me, you don't want to do this,” an unknown voice tells me. I try to fight the guys holding me but they don't budge. “Jared, leave and stop f*cking harassing Viv or trust me you’ll get into more trouble than you can handle!”

“Fuck off, Cabe, you don't know shit!”

“I know enough. You don’t have any f*cking respect for women and that’s enough for me to know you aren’t worth shit.”

“Don’t start something you and your club won’t be able to deal with.” Jared growls.

“Trust me, if someone isn’t going to be able to handle shit thrown at them, it’s you. Now leave before we f*cking wreck you.”

Jared chuckles darkly. “Do you really think you scare me, Cabe? You and your little minions aren’t scaring me or my club. You’re all going to regret stepping into something that was none of your business. Trust me.” He walks past us, gets on his bike and leaves. What the f*ck did I get myself into now?