Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)

by Muriel Garcia

  “This is the best thing ever!”

  “I know! Seriously, don’t worry about her. We always seem to have one or two club whores who will just jump on any guy. You claimed him when you two were together at the barbecue. They know not to mess with Callum. And if they do they are out. And if he does either Bennett or I will kick his ass.”

  “He better not, or I’ll rip his dick off,” I scoff.

  “I’ll help you.” He smirks as he stops the car in front of Callum’s house.

  “Thank you for the lift.”

  “Don’t mention it. Just one thing before you go.”

  “What’s up?”

  “I know Callum struggles to open up. It’s not easy for him to talk about the past as it was a rough one. I don’t know how much he’s told you about it, but be patient and don’t hurt him. He’s had enough heartache to last him a couple of lifetimes. He deserves to be happy, and he’s happy with you and Elijah.” Gabe smiles at me.

  “I couldn’t agree more with you. Besides what happened to Alina and Billy, I don’t know much about his past, but I keep telling him when he’s in one of his moods that I’m always there for him if he wants to talk about it.”

  “That’s good. He’ll open up eventually. He never wants to burden people with his life’s past. It took him years to tell me all about his life.”

  “There’s still hope then.” I chuckle softly.

  “Yeah, go on, you’re about to fall asleep on me.” He pats my hand, and I get out of his car and walk to the front door. I wave at him as I close the front door, and he leaves. I punch in the alarm code and lock the front door.

  Removing my shoes, I see the TV is still on in the living room. I hope he didn’t wait up for me. I’d feel bad. I know he needs his sleep too with all that’s been going on.

  Tiptoeing to the living room, I turn off the TV and turn to look at him on the couch. My heart swells as I see the most beautiful sight there is.

  Callum is asleep on the couch and Elijah is asleep on his chest, holding his teddy in his arms. Callum’s big arms are wrapped around Elijah, holding him close and protecting him.

  I don’t know if it’s because I’m tired or about to get my period soon, but this makes me tear up. Happy tears.

  I’m home.

  Callum

  I woke up in the middle of the night with Elijah on my chest, in the living room. The TV was off and so was the light so I figured that Bella was back. The pictures and videos I got from last night still play on my mind. So much that I’m hard and it’s getting painful.

  After putting Elijah to bed, I joined Bella in bed, but she was out for the count. I didn’t have the heart to wake her up so I just fell asleep next to her, but now, I want her. Badly. And what better way than to wake her up than with some teasing of my own.

  Brushing my lips against her, I smile watching her stir softly. She’s only wearing her panties and one of my shirts. I like that she wears one of my shirts to sleep, especially when I’m not with her. I often see her go back home sneaking one of my shirts for her to sleep in. She should just move in if she misses me that much at night.

  Smiling as I watch her, I brush my fingertips down her cheek, watching her lean into my touch. She’s still between asleep and awake. This is the best way to wake her up to make sure she’s in a good mood. Not that she’s often a bitch in the morning, but she can be grumpy if she doesn’t get her daily dose of affection.

  Traveling my fingers down her neck with my right hand, I slowly lift her shirt with my left hand, exposing her perfect breasts. They fill my hand nicely and then some. She has a large chest for someone so tiny, but I don’t mind it one bit. There’s more for me to play with. I kneel over her as I trail my fingertips down her sides and over her stomach as I kiss my way down between her boobs.

  Teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue, going from one to the other and back as she slowly wakes up.

  “Good morning.” She sighs happily, stretching her body as I keep sucking on her nipples.

  “Good morning to you, love.” I smirk and kiss my way down to her belly button, covering her body with soft kisses.

  She smiles happily as I kiss my way down her body. I slip my thumbs in the elastic band of her panties and pull them down slowly, kissing and licking down her long legs, never breaking eye contact. Her breath is growing heavier and she’s writhing already, and I’ve barely touched her.

  My boxers join her panties on the floor before I kiss my way up her legs, spreading them before kissing inside of her thighs. She throws her t-shirt on the floor and squeezes her boobs as she grinds her hips, needing some friction to take care of her needs.

  “Please!” she begs me.

  “Please, what?”

  “Lick me, bite me, fuck me, anything, but do something!” she whines.

  “As you wish.” I don’t waste any time. I lick very slowly along her slit, eliciting a long and content moan out of her.

  My fingers tease her entrance for a minute before she grinds into them for me to penetrate her with them. I don’t make her wait too long. I want to make her come before we have to get Elijah ready for school. I slip in two fingers, moving slowly as I alternate between sucking and flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit. Going slowly then faster then back to slow. I want to make her go crazy from too much pleasure. This morning is all about her. Not me, even though my hard on is getting more and more painful.

  She holds my face between her legs, lacing her fingers in my hair so that I can’t go anywhere. Bella’s moans are music to my ears as they become soft screams of pleasure. Not enough to wake up Elijah, but enough that I can enjoy them, making me even harder if that were possible.

  Soon enough, her breath becomes ragged as she grinds into my face, needing her release.

  Finger fucking her faster and sucking on her clit harder, she comes in a long, muffled scream as she covers her mouth with her hand not to wake up her son. I lick her clean until she pushes me away as she gets too sensitive.

  Lying next to her, I bring her body close to mine and she starts stroking me. I know if she keeps doing this, I won’t last very long.

  “Your turn.” She smirks as she rolls me onto my back.

  “If you do that I won’t last.”

  “Who said I was going to blow you?” She chuckles and positions herself on top of me, lowering herself on my cock painfully slowly. Usually, I’m all about the teasing and going slow, but not right now. She’s trying to fucking kill me with this. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”

  “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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck her hard and fast until we both come hard. Our bodies shaking and covered in sweat by the intense passion that overtakes us.
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br />   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.

  “Go figure. Why did I even bother asking?” She chuckles.

  “I’m not sure.” I shrug.

  “How are things?”

  “They are good.”

  “He’s totally rubbing off on you. Before you’d have told me at length how things were. Now, ‘they’re good’.” She shakes her head.

  “He woke me up teasing me and sucking my nipples, then we had sex, and then we said I love you to each other.” I grin.

  “Okay, TMI, but that’s awesome! Especially coming from Callum.” She hugs me.

  “The way you react it seems like he proposed.”

  “Close enough. It’ll happen eventually anyway.” She grins at me.

  “We’ll see.”

  “So, besides this morning, how are things?”

  “They are good. He watched Elijah last night, had the girls and some of the guys come to the strip club and make sure no one else would get in. We had a blast.”

  “I’m sure he was happy about that. How is he doing with Elijah?”

  “He’s doing amazing. These two really bonded. I’m surprised. Elijah doesn’t seem to like men very much. He doesn’t like Gail’s brother but loves Callum. When I got back to his place last night, he was asleep on the couch with Elijah on his chest.” I swoon again thinking about it.

  “Aww. Our Callum has a heart!” She chuckles.

  “He does. It’s all just a front. He’s a big softie.” I smirk.

  “Doesn’t surprise me. I knew it was all an act.” We laugh and catch up on what’s been going on and start making a list for the Christmas party at the compound. Just at that time, the other girls join in and it’s a big deal that we started without them.

  We all sit down around a table with coffee and donuts and get to work planning. It’s a big tradition for them to celebrate Christmas together as a family and have some fun, even weddings and babies! I don’t care much if I get married or not, but if I do a winter wedding is what I want. A white wedding would be amazing, as in a lot of snow and outside, but I doubt New Orleans sees much snow. Hell, we’re nearing the end of the year and it’s not even cold. It’s still in the eighties. Which I’m not mad about. I either like really warm weather, which I had this summer here or really cold, which I haven’t really had since I left Seattle.

  As we’re about to dive into the Christmas menu preparation, I get a text from Callum with a picture attached. I’m sure he’s about to send me a dick pic or something stupid like that to tease me as a payback for what Nancy did to him last night with the pictures and video chat.

  Mindlessly, I open the message as we’re talking food, and my face falls quickly. There is a picture and a vague message attached.

  Callum: If you want to see him alive, you’ll know what to do. You have twelve hours or he’s dead.

  The picture is one of Callum. He’s bound to a chair and has been beaten. His left eye is swollen shut. His lip is busted open. His jaw is bruised. His right shoulder is at a weird angle, and he has scrapes and blood wherever skin is showing.

  “What’s wrong?” Nancy asks me. No words come out of my mouth. I know I probably shouldn’t show this to a pregnant woman, but I know she’d want to know when it comes to Callum. I turn my phone to her and she gasps in horror. She instantly gets up and paces the floor trying to call Bennett I’m assuming.

  My phone is passed around, and the others react the same way Nancy and I did. I’m shaking. Worried sick about Callum and what could happen to him; well, on top of what happened to him already.

  The note didn’t threaten only me, it threatened Callum, and neither of us thought that he would actually be the target. They mentioned that he’d suffer watching me die, but he’s the one who’s been taken away.

  In no time, Bennett is here along with Jase and Ryan.

  “You know the drill,” Jase says, sounding fed up.

  “Sadly,” Ayden says, and they all pack up their stuff.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, confused. This is a first for me, and I don’t know the protocol.

  “We’re taking them to the safe house along with the kids. Ant is on his way there with the kids, and he’s picking up Elijah from school so y
ou don’t have to worry about him.” Bennett tries to reassure me.

  “What about Callum?”

  “You’re going to help us. Nothing will happen to you. We’ll protect you. But we need you,” Jase says looking at me intently.

  “Give me a gun and let’s go kill those sons of bitches,” I say through gritted teeth as I show them the picture of Callum.

  “Not sure if I trust you with a gun,” Bennett jokes.

  “So, you’d want me to go in there unarmed?”

  “She’s got you.” Jase chuckles, and I can’t understand how they can joke in a moment like this.

  “Damnit!” Bennett exclaims.

  “Alright, have you ever used a gun?” Jase asks me as we get into a pickup truck.

  “Yes,” I say looking out the window.

  “You’re lying.” Bennett accuses.

  “No, I went to a shooting range a couple of times.”

  “That’s good. Hopefully, you won’t have to use it, but just in case.” Bennett hands me a gun and I’m nervous about what’s to happen.

  “Where are we going?”

  “We’re going to get Callum,” Bennett says patting my shoulder as Jase drives.

  “How do you know where he is?”

  “Whoever took the picture made sure it was traceable.” Bennett shows me, and I nod.

  Today was supposed to be a good day, and it turned to shit. We were all happy and going on about our day, but someone had to fuck that up. I’m going to make sure the asshole who has Callum is going to suffer a slow and painful death.

  No one hurts my family without consequences. No one.

  Callum

  Blow after blow, after blow. I gave up counting how many times Shane, Alina’s ex, has hit me. I thought this was about getting it all out, telling me why he’s done the things he’s done but apparently, he’s just dead set on making me pass out before he has the chance to hit me with his words.

  “You’re a tough motherfucker,” he snarls.