Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(25)
“No need to thank me.” I smile softly.
“Too late.” He chuckles and takes in a shuddering breath. “This one was about her dying. It was so f*cking vivid. You were there, Trent and Blades were holding you in the corner whilst Annie was tied to one of the bars hanging from the ceiling. I was tied up too, I couldn’t save her, it broke my heart. I wanted to save you both but I couldn’t, I let them take her from us. I let them abuse, torture and kill her before our eyes. I should have stayed away. I was f*cking selfish and look where it got us. I lost my first and only girlfriend, and you your twin,” he says, frustrated with himself and hurt. He’s been suffering silently all this time and so have I, except I’m not carrying the guilt. I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel about that night.
“You’re not the only one at fault for not being able to stay away. She was as much to blame as you. She wanted to be with you, you didn’t force her.” I realise now that he’s here because he wants to feel close to her, I can feel my heart breaking. I wish he would just tell me that that’s why he’s come over in the middle of the night.
“I guess you’re right, but it doesn’t make it better. Don’t even go there, I can see the cogs turning in that pretty head of yours. I know what you’re thinking and it’s not true, you know it.” He scowls at me.
“Admit it, it’s confusing and disturbing. You’re coming to me after having a nightmare about my twin sister.”
“I need you, Viv. You have no idea how much,” he whispers.
“I’m sure any of your other lady friends wouldn’t mind giving you a hand or a hole when you need it.” I frown in disgust.
“I don’t give a f*ck about them!” he says loudly and lies on top of me, pining me to the bed, grinding his hips over my sensitive and exposed flesh.
“Well, you did before I came back.” I shrug and look at him.
“Yeah, I used to but ever since you came back, you’re the only thing on my mind and it’s driving me f*cking crazy. So here I am, waiting like a f*cking fool for you to give me some attention and affection because I f*cking need it, I f*cking need you, not your sister. I need to feel alive again and being with you is the only way I can.” He groans before capturing my lips in a scorching hot kiss that leaves me breathless. “So, are you going to give in to me? Or do I have to beg you?” I’m f*cked! How am I supposed to say no to him? I have no f*cking willpower when it comes to Gabe.
I sigh and nod. “Fine.” I glare at him, not happy with his way of getting what he wants out of me, without caring for my feelings. I’m pissed at myself for letting him walk all over me when I should say no and send him on his way.
“Good.” He makes quick work of stripping the both of us. “So beautiful,” he whispers and captures my left nipple in his mouth, alternating between sucking, nibbling and flicking his tongue over the taunt pierced skin. He plays with the little hoop with his tongue and pulls on it gently with his teeth before repeating the process with my right nipple, leaving me a quivering mess.
“Stop teasing!” I moan bucking my hips.
“Never.” He chuckles and slides his hands down my sides, kissing down my stomach, making eye contact after every kiss.
“You’re pure evil.” I glare at him and throw my head back when he closes his lips over my clit, sucking on it. “Fuck!”
“We’ll get to that in a minute,” he says before resuming his sweet torture. He flicks the tip of his tongue over my pierced clit, alternating the speed, bringing me close to the edge before pulling me back. I can’t stand it anymore and grab the back of his head, holding him in place so he can’t back away from me anymore. He smirks against my spread * and slides two fingers in, finger f*cking me at a devilishly pleasurable pace, finally allowing me to orgasm. I come hard, moaning his name and bucking my hips from the bed, or rather trying as he pushes his body into mine. “Was it worth the teasing?” He smirks and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“I guess that was alright.” I shrug totally lying, it was f*cking amazing.
“You’re so full of shit.” He grins and gets a condom from the bedside table. He sits on his heels and rolls the condom down his impressive length.
“Yes, it was worth it.” I smirk, my eyes travelling down his impressive body. I take in his muscles, his tattoos, the scars that litter his body; I want to run my tongue over all of them. I want to ask how he got them but I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“I’m taking charge this time.” He smirks and teases my clit with the tip of his cock.
“Less teasing, more f*cking!” I wiggle down, trying to get him inside me.
“Horny?” He chuckles as I nod. He thrusts into me taking his time, giving me inch by painfully slow inch until he’s fully inside me. I revel in the feeling of having his thick hard cock fill me up.
“So. Fucking. Good.” I moan and squeeze my * around him.
“You feel so f*cking good, so tight.” He slowly withdraws before thrusting back in hard but still so slowly. Each thrust is driving me crazy I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips up, giving him better access and a much better angle for me. He rests on his forearms, leaning over me. I can’t help but brush my thumb over the scar on his cheek, he leans into my touch and kisses my palm. I’m falling more and more in love with this man every day and he has no idea.