Teaching Aleck (The Last Hangman MC #2)(59)

“Never better. Move please.” She squeezes around my cock making me groan.

“Don’t do that. I want this to last more than two minutes.” I chuckle and nip at her chin as I start to thrust in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Not to gloat, but nature was pretty generous.

I spin around pressing her against the wall and pin her hands over her head as I start to pick up the pace. She’s completely at my mercy and I f*cking love this power. I capture her mouth in another kiss, swallowing her moans. She bites my bottom lip and smirks. I release her hands and grab her hips tightly.

“Someone likes it rough.” I smirk and walk to the couch holding her up.

“Only with you. You bring out the best in me.” She smirks and squeezes her * around me again.

“I told you not to do that again.” I walk towards the couch and set her down on it. She’s on her knees with her hands resting on the back of the couch and I thrust into her without any warning. I’m f*cking her hard and fast, feeling myself ebbing closer and closer to the edge. I wrap her long hair around my fist and bring her up to me, my other hand holding her throat gently. I nibble her earlobe while f*cking her wildly.

“I’m so close, Baby,” she moans loudly.

“Don’t hold back, Gorgeous.” I groan, reaching down to tease her clit. It doesn’t take her long to come screaming my name. I thrust a couple more times before I finally find my release, emptying myself in her. I slow my thrusts to a lazy pace until she stops me.

“Too sensitive,” she whispers, shivering as her perfect body goes limp in my arms.

I lay her down on the big couch and go to the bathroom to clean up and get a wet washcloth. “Spread for me, Love.”

“What are you doing?” she looks up at me confused.

“Cleaning you up, what do you think?” I chuckle and clean her gently. She shudders as I rub over her clit.

“So mean.” She grins sleepily and closes her legs. I walk back to the bathroom dropping the wet cloth in the sink and join her on the couch. I grab the throw that was resting on the back of the couch and wrap us up.

“Never imagined our first time to be like this,” I say stroking her hair.

“Neither did I.” She smiles kissing my neck.

“Sorry, Gorgeous.” I kiss her forehead.

“Never said I didn’t enjoy it, so shut up and kiss me, Aleck.”

“You’re full of surprises.”

“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” She smirks and kisses me deeply.

I guess we must have fallen asleep on the couch because we are both startled awake when we hear the sounds of glass shattering coming from the front of the house.

“What was that?” she asks confused.

“I don’t know, stay here.” I get up, put my pants on and grab my gun before looking outside. I sigh when I see her car.

“What? What have they done to Betsy???” She gets up wrapping the blanket around her tightly and joins me. “Oh no, they f*cking didn’t, the f*ckers!” she screeches.

“Sorry, Love. We’ll replace them, don’t worry.” I kiss her head and walk outside, seeing a note on the hood of the car. I quickly read it and see red. I hope for their sake I never catch whoever did this.

“What does it say?” She asks as she closes the door and turns on the alarm.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Not this again, tell me!”

I sigh and show her the note.

You are going to die the same way HE did four years ago.





CHAPTER 25



Charline

These past couple of days have been full of surprises.

Never did I think Aleck and I would actually decide to try, only to then immediately break up before completely admitting the extent of our feelings. It felt good to finally open up about what I witnessed years ago, it was long overdue, it feel like a weight I didn’t know I was carrying has been lifted. He needed to know the truth about the notes, I just hope nothing happens to anyone I love, I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to them because of me.

I’m not sure if Aleck realizes the threat hanging over me is because of my past and not because of the club. Knowing him, he’s still kicking himself about all of it even though it’s not his fault at all.

It took seven years for us to be together and weirdly enough, I’m grateful for it. He had a couple of reckless years where his past clouded his vision of relationships. I think seeing how Ayden and Anthony have overcome their pasts has helped him realize that no matter how f*cked up your life may be, everyone deserve happiness.

You’d think that with all of the f*cked up things he’s seen and done for the past seven years, he would have lost his sensitive side, but no. I’ve had to remind him every day how much I love him, which is no problem for me, I’ve loved him for so long. I never thought this would actually happen because of our contrasting worlds and our stubbornness, but turns out we complete each other. When he’s being his inflexible biker self, he doesn’t leave me much choice, but to stand up to him. When I’m being a complete bitch he’s the one calming me down. Things could be disastrous, it’s like we both have a double personality, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

The fact that he’s a father doesn’t change the way I see him, in fact it showed a completely difference side of him. Sure, it was a shock, but she is the sweetest little girl I have ever met. If anything, I wasn’t sure he’d still want me because he has his own little family, but she’s the one who brought us closer together.