Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(78)

We’re a pile of sweaty, heaving bodies, holding onto each other as if it were the last time we’d ever be together. I thrust hard and deep, eliciting a short high pitched moan with each thrust. She digs her nails into my lower back, bringing my hips closer to hers, making me go as deep as I can possibly get.

I rest my forehead on hers, my breath becoming ragged as I’m getting closer. “Not gonna last long Viv.” I say on a moan.

“Don’t you dare f*cking stop!” She moans loudly and starts meeting my thrusts. It doesn’t take either of us very long to find our release. I come first and she comes straight after.

We’re both out of breath, covered in sweat, exhausted after a long day, but revelling in the feeling of each other.

That night was f*cking awesome. We went for round two in the Skylight Room and then round three in bed. She wanted her comfort for our love making as she calls it. It’s still sex to me, but you know, women…

I’m on my way to pick up the cat and she still has no idea. She thinks I’m just out picking up dessert. We’re having a big BBQ to celebrate Cameron’s first birthday, giving me the perfect excuse to pick it up.

Half an hour later, I’m driving home with the new addition to the family in a cat box next to me, looking at me expectantly, I’ve never had a cat so I have no clue what it wants. “Sorry buddy, you’ll have to wait a few minutes until you’re with your mom.” I chuckle at myself, talking to a cat. The thing is pretty cute with huge f*cking ears for such a tiny head. Looks like a gremlin on a good day.

I park in Ant’s driveway and balance the box of donut cake, yes that’s a thing and it looks f*cking amazing, and the cat crate in the other. I walk to the back of the house straight away, knowing that they would already be out there and set the cake on the table. They are all playing around so it gives me time to hide the crate inside. I pick up Slick the cat, and hide him in my flannel shirt. It’s so tiny that you can barely see him. I walk outside and towards my friends.

“Hey Brother,” Aleck greets me, patting my back.

“Hey Brother. I see you didn’t wait for me to start eating.” I fake being hurt.

“You were taking forever!” Viv exclaims and eyes me suspiciously.

“What?” I look at her feigning innocence.

“What are you hiding?” She comes over looking at me, knowing I’m up to something.

“Nothing, why?” I look at her confused.

“In your shirt, what’s that?” She pokes the bulge gently and it meows. “No. Fucking. WAY!” She squeals.

“Yes way.” I grin and open my shirt, taking the kitten out. “Meet Slick.” I grin as she picks him up. He curls up in her arms and rubs his face all over her.

“He’s so freaking cute. Hi Slick.” She grins talking to him in a baby voice, I might regret getting her a cat if she starts babying him, but seeing the look of pure happiness on her face is worth it. The cat meows and starts purring.

“What the f*ck is that? That’s not a cat!” Aleck frowns, giving the cat a disapproving look. Slick looks over at Aleck and hisses.

“Don’t bully my kitten!” Viv glares at Aleck.

“What? It looks and probably feels like a dick!”

“Oh my God, he did not!” She shakes her head at Aleck and goes to sit on the patio, petting the cat, the girls follow and sit around her.

“Wrong thing to say?” Aleck chuckles.

“Yeah, she loves those cats.”

“No one could tell that that’s a cat.” Ant chimes in.

“Piss off.” I chuckle.

After she spent an hour petting and playing with the cat, she puts him back in his crate and we all sit around the table to start eating.

“Remember when you came back from Grand Isle Gabe?” Line looks over at me grinning innocently.

“Yeah? What about it?” I look at her confused.

“Remember the bet we made?” She full on smirks. Uh oh, totally forgot about that.

“No?” I look at her.

“You’re full of shit. Your sexy Thunderbird is mine.” She grins, proud of herself.

“I have no recollection of such a bet. I’m sure you have the wrong person.” I tell her as seriously as I can.

“Pay up, Buttercup.” She snorts at her own joke.

I sigh and make a big production of getting my keys out of my pocket. “There you go.” I hand them to her.

“Victory is sweet, oh so very f*cking sweet.” She sighs happily taking the keys from my hand.

“Actually, I couldn’t part with my own thunderbird for sentimental reasons. She was my father’s but I did get you one and customized it myself. It’s in the driveway.”

“You did not.” She looks at me shocked.

“I did.” I smile and she’s out of here within two seconds. We all follow her and see her hugging her new mint Thunderbird with white swirly detailing. Not the classic colors, but totally Line’s style.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she squeals bouncing up and down before hugging me.

“You’re welcome.” I chuckle. “Glad you like it.”

“Like it? I f*cking love it!” She beams and stares at it, sighing happily. After my failed attempt at protecting her from Brian last year, I vowed myself that whenever I got the chance, that I’d make her smile and happy. I’m glad I was able to keep my promise to her and give her the car she wanted, but also put a smile on her face.