Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(78)
“It’s hot knowing someone could be watching.”
And that’s how I had sex with my wife for the first time, on the balcony for the whole world to see. I didn’t give a f*ck if it got us into trouble. It was worth it.
It’s been a month since we got married and life is pretty f*cking awesome. I’m leaning against the patio door, watching Nicole play with Cameron and Ally and find myself imagining her chasing our own kid around the backyard, dressing them up for Halloween, getting a mini leather cut. All the things I never thought I’d have are coming true and I can feel my heart finally piecing itself back together.
I never thought my life would be like this. I never thought I’d be this happy. I always assumed the life I had was the life I deserved, but this is it. I have an amazing wife, amazing friends and a huge ass family and soon we’re going to start our own. It might be a bit fast and crazy but I wouldn’t have it any other way. She is my one and only. I’ve finally found her and I’m never letting her go.
I’m so glad I took a leap of faith and trusted her. I’ll never regret it. I now know what it means to be truly happy and in love. It might have taken me longer to find it, but it came when I needed it the most.
Surround yourself with the people you love, they are the ones that make your life worth living. They’ll get you through tough times and make the good times that much sweeter. Nothing is more important than that.
Live hard and love harder.
The End.
FORGIVING BENNETT PREVIEW
Bennett
My life has been a breeze compared to my brothers in the MC. My parents are still alive and happily married, I’ve never been heartbroken or emotionally scarred, well I’d need to have been in a serious relationship for that to happen but that’s not in the cards for me. Not that I didn’t have the opportunity, a lot of my one night stands want more, but I’ve never been tempted. Until I met her, the one woman I’ve ever truly wanted and she doesn’t want me. In fact, she’s scared of me, despite what my friends tell her.
I can’t blame her. She hasn’t had it easy in her twenty-two years of life. I just wish she would trust me and see me for who I really am and not just the tough badass biker exterior. I guess the fact that I’m a lot taller and broader than her doesn’t help.
There’s something about her that makes me want to protect her and keep her safe. I just wish she would let me in.
Nancy
I hate my life. Always did and always will but I can’t bring myself to end it. I want to know what’s in store for me, but by the looks of my latest mishap, it’s nothing that exciting.
I thought I had made friends. The first in a very long time, but they were backstabbing bitches who were after what little belongings and money I have.
I finally managed to get away from them, but at what cost? I’m stuck with a guy who scares the shit out of me. Every single one of his friends assure me that he’s the nicest guy ever, but I can’t trust him. If I do, I could see myself falling in love with him and I’m not built for that.
Let’s just hope he really is different and can help me get back what I need. Then I’ll disappear and leave the only one who’s ever made me feel.
FALLING FOR KALLI PREVIEW
by Mia Lily & Muriel Garcia
Mason
All damn morning I’ve had to listen to Tyler go on and on about the rents due. I don’t mind the first and second time, but after the third and fourth, he was starting to piss me off.
“I’ll sort it, how many f*cking times do I have to tell you!” I snap at him, making him realize he is giving me a damn headache.
It’s always me that gets moaned at because apparently it’s my fault we are down a roommate. In a way, it probably is my fault, but it takes two to tango. I can see from his facial expression that one of his Tyler rants is coming.
“Well, if you hadn’t f*cked and broke our last roommate’s heart, we wouldn’t be in this mess. How many times did I tell you not to go there? Yet, you did it anyway!” Tyler huffs, following me as I walk away from him, heading towards my bedroom. I step inside and slam the door hoping to God it shuts him the f*ck up, even if it’s just for a minute.
Yeah, I did f*ck Faye, the last roommate. She knew my reputation and what I was like. It’s not my fault she developed a huge crush on me and then lied to Amie and Tyler, telling them I said I wanted more just to get in her pants. I may be a manwhore, but I’m not a liar. I take in the familiar scene of my bedroom in the loft we live in, I can describe it in two words, absolute shithole, but it’s my shithole. I keep it a shithole as it reminds me of my room back hom when I lived with my mother. It reminds me of how she used to get on at me to clean my room, I can still hear her voice clear as day in my mind. People that used to know me say I look very much like her, dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes. I can’t see it myself. I shake her from my thoughts as thinking about her only saddens me. I head over to the desk on the far side of the room to look for a pen and a piece of scrap paper, pulling open my top drawer, condoms…nope, don’t need them. More searching turns up more condoms. For f*ck’s sake, can I catch a break? I slam the drawer shut nearly breaking the cheap piece of shit, and open the second drawer. Aha! My sketchbook and a pencil, that’ll do the job. I rip a bit of paper from the page and quickly scribble an advert, it can’t be that hard to find a roommate surely, we live in the city of Manchester for God’s sake.