Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(66)

“You’re the bitch right now.” I chuckle, and she stops as I’m fully in her. “Come on, move.”

“I’m a bitch, huh?” She crosses her arms over her chest, making her tits bigger than they are.

“Yes, move, I’m going to explode.”

“Tough luck, you’re going to have to wait. I want to take my time this morning.” She smirks and starts rolling her hips slowly, resting her hands on my chest as she closes her eyes. Her lips parting as she moans softly.

“Fuck.” I groan and hold her hips. I want her to feel in control, but f*ck it if it’s not killing me.

She has a content smile on her face as she rides me slowly. It’s seriously frustrating and bringing new sensations that I didn’t know I could feel. It’s like feeling lightheaded and almost to the point where I’m going to pass out. She picks up the pace and rides me as fast as she can to ease the fire that’s consuming us.

I’m past the point where I can control myself, and I roll us over. She lets out a little yelp as I pin her under my body and f*ck her hard and fast, just the way she loves it. While we both enjoy it slow at times, right now is not one of those times. Not because we’re running out of time, but because we’re both past the point where we want to make it last. We both need our release and fast.

Kissing her deeply to swallow her moans, I f*ck her hard and fast until we both come hard. Our bodies shaking and covered in sweat by the intense passion that overtakes us.

We’re both out of breath and our hearts are pounding. I nuzzle her neck as she wraps her arms around me, caressing my back.

“I love you,” she whispers. I look at her, stunned. I never expected to hear those words said to me again. At least not by someone else than one of my friends.

“I love you.” I brush my lips against hers, trying to contain the emotion that’s taking over me. It’s one thing to know someone loves you, but to hear them say it to you, it’s something that makes the strongest men turn into a little kitten.

We stay silent for a minute, pecking each other before I pull out. We both groan at the loss. I could stay buried inside her forever, but alas we have things to do. She has to take Elijah to school and then to the coffee shop, and I have to go to the compound for a club meeting.



An hour later, I’m on my way to the compound. Bella dropped Elijah off at school and made it to work safely. Ever since we got that last note, I’m always scared something is going to happen to her so I’m making her check in with me every couple of hours. She wasn’t really thrilled about the idea at first, but I told her it wasn’t an option. She finally understood that it was for my piece of mind and she got on with it. Still unhappy about it, but she gets it. She feels like I’m spying on her and in a way, I am, but it’s for good measures.

As I’m about to round the street and drive into the compound, something connects with my bike. It wobbles before it sends me flying a couple of feet in the air, and I land with a thud. Good thing that I always wear my helmet. The air is knocked out of me as I land on the street.

Trying to sit up, I can feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I take off my helmet and try to get up. Surely one of the guys saw what happened.

Limping to my bike, I check the tire and one is torn into shreds. Either I hit something or someone shot out my tire.

I try to get my bike up straight, but the pain in my shoulder is restricting my movement. I groan and limp toward the compound, but everything goes black and I connect with the ground again.



I don’t know how long it’s been since I passed out, but I’m finally emerging from the darkness. Or so I thought.

As I open my eyes, the darkness surrounds me again, but in a different way. Standing in front of me is one of the men responsible for making my life a living hell.

Alina’s ex.

“Remember me?” He chuckles darkly before punching me in the jaw. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”





Annabella

There’s nothing like being woken up by your man pleasuring you. Unless it turns into a teasing contest from the last time you did that to him and you end up a begging mess. Which happened this morning. I did get him after that by riding him slow, but as always, he’s a lot stronger than me so it’s pointless.

Elijah almost caught us, though. We had just finished and he was heading to the bathroom as Elijah busted into the room screaming happily and jumping on the bed. I had just enough time to cover up.

We’re going to have to lock the room from now on or be more careful. I don’t want Elijah to wonder why we have the door locked, though. It’s such a struggle. It was a lot easier when it was just the two of us. Not that I regret being with Callum. Not at all, I love it and I love him.

I still can’t believe I told him and he said it back. For him to confess something like that is huge! We had never said it to each other and well, I had never said it to anyone. I just felt like it was the right moment to say it, and I’m glad I did. I want us to be able to have a real relationship and be happy together. Even if I have to soothe him when he has nightmares about his dead wife and kid. It only happened once, but the distress in his voice is still haunting my thoughts.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Josie asks me.

“Callum.” I smile.