Teaching Aleck (The Last Hangman MC #2)(8)

“By all means, make yourself at home.” I sigh and go to the kitchen to get another bottle of water.

“Careful, I might take you up on the invitation.” He chuckles and comes back to me. “Are you going to be okay?” He looks at me keenly.

“Yes, don’t worry, never drinking again though.” I frown.

“Smart girl. Have a goodnight.” He kisses my head and exits out the door.

“Not that smart…” I whisper to myself and lock the front door, setting up the alarm.

I head upstairs, take a quick shower and brush my teeth before climbing into bed. As much as I try to relax, sleep doesn’t come, that would be too easy. I spend the best part of the night tossing and turning, imagining Aleck and that girl. I groan, frustrated that I’m letting Aleck get to me so much.





CHAPTER 2



Aleck

I can’t f*cking believe it!

She’s back in town. I didn’t expect to see her ever again, much less tonight, and even less after f*cking this girl in the bathroom. I’m just glad she didn’t come in while we were at it. That would’ve been really awkward for the both of us.

It’s been years since I last saw her, and she hasn’t changed, well, that’s a lie, she’s even more beautiful than she was before.

Fuck!

I know I will never have another chance with her, but what I wouldn’t give to have her under me, even just for one night.

I’m about to f*ck this chick again, and all I have in mind is my sweet Charline.

I’m a f*cking pig. She’s not mine and never will be…

“What are you thinking about, Handsome?” The girl asks me as we enter her apartment, I know she told me her name, but I can’t remember it, not that I need to. I’ll be gone before sunrise. I’ve f*cked more girls than I’d like to admit these past years.

“Your lips wrapped around my dick,” I tell her without any emotion, taking a long drag of my cigarette.

“Anything you want, Sexy.” She grins at me and gets to her knees. She pulls the zipper of my jeans down, taking my hard cock into her mouth. Fuck it feels good. She’s a bit sloppy, but I don’t care, I need the release.

I wrap her long hair around my wrist, and guide her head up and down my cock, holding her down a bit longer than she likes, and she starts gagging. I let go of her head, help her up and throw her on the bed. I don’t give her the time to turn around. I pull her shorts down, put on a condom and thrust into her. I can’t stop thinking about Charline. I’m turning into such a girl and a dick at the same time for f*cking this girl and thinking about Charline. I’m well aware of that, but I can’t help it.

“Yes, baby, f*ck me hard!” She moans loudly breaking my thoughts.

I hold onto her hips and f*ck her harder and faster until I find my release.

I disgust myself.

I’ve been doing this for far too long, and I hate myself more and more every time I let it happen.

“Already done baby?” She turns around and spreads her legs again, touching herself.

“Yes, I have to go. Thanks for a good time.” I fix my pants and I’m about to head out.

“Seriously? You’re such a f*cking *. I thought you were a good guy and would be a good time, but f*ck, you’re just a one-time thing, aren’t you? I mean, in the bathroom it was hot, but here? You f*cking sucked.” She frowns and covers herself.

“You have no idea how right you are. I am a f*cking *. You deserve better,” I say before heading out and getting back on the road.

I take the long road back to the compound. I can’t head home tonight.

Things have been f*cked up since the last time I saw Charline, well, more like when she laid it into me that I broke her heart. I wanted nothing more but to take her when she got all pissed at me, but her words, f*ck they hurt.

I’ve never had the love I should have gotten from my parents. I don’t know how to love. The only type of love I know is the one I got from my sister and the one I could give her, but it wasn’t enough to keep her here. I don’t know how to be in a relationship, and have never wanted to be in one. Most relationships around me have turned to shit. There are a couple of exceptions, but I don’t want to put myself in that situation ever again. I’ve been burned once, I will not let it happen again.

Just one time can f*ck you up and change your life forever.

All I know is that nothing has been the same for the past four years, and will never be the same again.

Besides, which girl in their right mind would want to spend their life with a man like me? I’m a f*ck up, an ex-drug addict who constantly lives with the temptation to fall back into old habits. At the club, we deal with drugs on a regular basis, so it’s hard not to just take a hit, but Ant is always there for me to make sure I don’t f*ck up and relapse.

I live a very destructive life. I drink more than I should, I’m around women who willingly offer sex just for the sake of it, I’ve done things for the club I never imagined I’d ever do. I’ve killed people, I’ve helped sell drugs and guns to other people, ruining other people’s lives. I’m also never home and when I am, I barely have time to wash my clothes, let alone partake in a relationship. I don’t cope with the nagging, complaining and neediness, I’m a loner, I’m not cut to be in a relationship.