Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)

by Muriel Garcia

  “Wait till you suck on Cal’s cock,” Gail mutters, snickering to herself.

  “Thank you, lovely, and who are we talking about?” Josie asks, making herself a coffee.

  “No one.” I groan and take another bite that is even better than the previous one. While it was the edge and there was a lot of dough, now I’m getting mostly the filling, and it’s even better. The only thing missing is the hard caramel on top, but I can’t be too picky. It’d make it a sticky mess and squish the puff pastry or make it go funny.

  “This hot guy who comes to the strip club. He’s sex on fucking trunks, and he gave her an orgasm last night.” Gail smirks, proud of herself for spilling the deets.

  “What? I need to know everything about this guy.” Josie takes my hand, and we go to a table, followed by Gail. There’s no one in at the moment so it’s not a big deal. I proceed to tell her everything that happened last night, and she’s amused, mortified, and fanning herself at what happened.

  “What does he look like?” Josie asks, taking a sip of her coffee.

  “Tall, broad shoulders, covered in tattoos, the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen, plump lips that make you want to have them on all parts of you. Tanned skin, deep, sexy voice. As I said, sex on trunks. And he has a big cock, I’ve seen the outline of it,” Gail says matter-of-factly.

  “Sounds like someone I know.” Josie chuckles.

  “Huh?”

  “Yeah, he’s a friend if it’s the same guy. I’m sure there isn’t more than one guy with muscles and tattoos going by the name of Callum here.” Josie shrugs.

  “He rides a motorcycle,” Gail chimes in. “And he often has bruises on his knuckles or beautiful face. He does love his leather jacket, too.”

  “Sounds like our Callum.” Josie goes into fits of laughter.

  “Did I miss something?” I ask confused.

  “Oh honey, Callum is one hell of an enigma. Good luck trying to figure him out,” Josie scoffs.

  “I just gave him a lap dance. Don’t you two try and see us married already.” I frown.

  “Well, someone had a hot dream about him,” Gail whispers loudly to Josie.

  “What?” I exclaim.

  “Yeah, I heard you moan his name in the middle of the night.”

  “I did not!” I yell a bit too loudly as customers come in.

  “You so did.” She smirks at me and goes behind the counter to take their orders. She mouths to Josie ‘no, she didn’t’, and I’m glad I caught that. I was already mortified enough last night when the bouncer busted us spending longer than planned together, but if I start dreaming about him and moaning his name in the middle of the night, I’m never going to live this down and much less with Josie knowing Callum. I do wonder how she knows him, but I don’t want to pry too much.

  Callum

  It’s been a month since I got my first lap dance by Bella, and I’ve had many more since then. All of them happening at the strip club. I don’t think I missed one night of her being at the strip club, which I realize makes me either a really sad man or a stalker. I’m neither if you ask me. I just want to protect what’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet; one day she’ll be mine.

  I know, I know. I always said I didn’t want another relationship, but fuck it. I want Bella. I need her in my life as more than just friends.

  She finds it hilarious to see me whenever she is in to strip and for me to ask her for a lap dance every time. I think a part of her is relieved that she doesn’t have to strip for other men and give them lap dances. She always looks so lost when someone flags her down when she’s walking the floor. She either looks for me or comes straight to me.

  Lawrence and other clients aren’t too happy that I’m stealing Bella away all the time, but I couldn’t stand being here and seeing her go to another guy and disappear in the back knowing what would happen.

  We’ve had a few nights like our first where she grinds on me so much that she comes. More often than not, I’m the one instigating it, but she’s never turned me down. It’s enough for me to see the look of pure bliss on her face when she comes. Whenever I’m able to do that, my night is made. Some nights we just spend time talking and listen to some music. I always top up to however long I’ve spent with her. She’s the second woman I’m paying to talk to. The first one being Nancy. History seems to be repeating itself.

  “What are you thinking about?” Bella asks me as she sits next to me at a table. She just got done giving me a lap dance and went to change into her street clothes. I waited for her because she’s mentioned feeling watched over the past few weeks, and I’m not about to let someone hurt her or anything. I couldn’t forgive myself.

  “You don’t want to know.” I chuckle.

  “Yeah, right. I do.” She smirks and finishes my drink.

  “It’s going to sound so fucking wrong.” I rub my face.

  “Go on. I’m sure I’ve heard worse.”

  “You’re the second woman I’m paying to talk to.”

  “Huh?” She looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head.

  “It’s a long story, but one of my best friends was held by bad people and the only way for me to be in contact with her was to pay to see her. They thought we were fucking, but I never touched her we just talked. And I’m doing the same with you, although you’re here out of your own free will. I surely hope so anyway.” I look at her intently, and she nods.

  “Yes, I wanted to work here. My roommate, Gail, worked here before me and got me a spot here because I needed more money than what I’m currently earning.”

  “Good.”

  “Back to your friend. Is she still being held by them? Why weren’t you helping her out of there?” By the look she’s giving me, she’s not impressed with me and is judging me.

  “I was alone, and there were at least thirty of them. There was no way I could just take her away, or I would have the first time I met her.”

  “Ah right.” She nods, not sounding too impressed.

  “She was held by one of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs there was.”

  “Was?”

  “We dismantled it. A few members are left, but not enough to cause us any harm.” And I just said too much.

  “You’re in an MC,” she says. She could have asked, but she didn’t.

  “I am.”

  “Not sure if I should be impressed or disgusted.”

  “Why is that?” I want her to amuse me.

  “Because from what I’ve heard, either you’re below scum and not worth my time, or you’re one of the good ones.”

  “What do you think it is?” I don’t know why it bothers me so much that she thinks I could be a part of the scum.

  “Jury is still out. I do need to go home. I have job two early in the morning.” She yawns and gets up.

  “When will I know?” I get up and walk her outside.

  “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know next time if I’ve made my decision.

  “You’re actually a mean little thing.” I chuckle and wrap my arm around her shoulders.

  “Always.” She smirks up at me, and we walk to her car.

  “Drive safely.”

  “Of course, are you going to follow me again?” She snickers.

  “Yes,” I simply say.

  “Alright then. I’ll see you on Tuesday.” She kisses my cheek and gets in her car. This is the first time she’s kissed my cheek to say goodnight.

  “See you on Tuesday.” I’m walking toward my bike when she tries to start her car, and it makes a weird noise and won’t start. She tries a few times, and that buzzing sound keeps coming every time she turns the key in the ignition. Flashbacks from when Alina’s car caught on fire with her and Billy in it comes back to mind, and I rush to her car. I yank the door open and pull her out before moving her away from the car.

  She stares at me, looking horrified and confused.

  “Are you alright?” she asks, holding my face in her hand.

  “I…” I lo
ok between her and her car, and nothing happens.

  “It’s been doing that for a couple of days, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

  “I’m driving you home. I’m not letting you get back in it.”

  “It won’t go anywhere tonight anyway.” She blows out a breath.

  “Give me your key,” I tell her, and she complies but still looks at me as if I’ve gone mental. Truth is, I probably have, but I’m not willing to risk her life. I walk to her car and get her purse from the passenger seat before locking the doors. Her eyes are pinned on me as she leans against my bike waiting for me to walk back to her.

  “You’re rather hot, you know that.” She smirks at me.

  “I know, you keep telling me.” I chuckle and wrap my arms around her. Nothing would have probably happened tonight. Her car didn’t catch on fire, and it was probably just her engine going dead on her as it’s quite an old car, but I couldn’t risk it, not after what happened years ago. I should have jumped into action faster back then. I’m not willing to repeat the same mistake twice. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.

  “I have to make sure you know it. You don’t seem to be very fond of yourself.” She shrugs.

  “Let’s not talk about that.”

  “You’re no fun.”

  “I know.” I chuckle and help her with the helmet.

  “What about you?” she sounds concerned.

  “I’ll be okay, you don’t live far from here.” I get on the bike and help her on. She wraps herself around me instantly, and I love that feeling. The only two women I’ve ever had on the back of my bike are Ayden and Nancy. Neither of them felt this good. I’ll have to make sure I never let that little tidbit of information out or I’ll never hear the end of it.

  “You better not crash, or I’ll fucking kick your ass on top of you being injured.”

  “Got it.” I chuckle. I like her attitude with me, she’s a little spitfire.

  I drive the short way to her place, and I can’t say that I’m not disappointed when I park my bike in front of her building. I don’t want tonight to be over just yet.

  “Do you want to come in for a drink?” she offers.

  “Isn’t your roommate there?”

  “Yeah, she is.” She pouts.

  “I’ll be there, front row, on Tuesday.” I wink.

  “You better be!” She punches my arm.

  “I will be.” I hug her and kiss the top of her head.

  “Have a good night.” She stands on her toes and kisses my cheek before walking to the main door and unlocking it.

  “Goodnight.” I watch her disappear inside then get back on my bike. The last thing I want is to drive away from her, but I don’t have much choice. I can’t spend the night in front of the building, it would look creepy as fuck.

  “Hey, Callum,” she calls after me.

  “Yeah?” I look up at her.

  “You’re one of the good guys.” She blows me a kiss and locks the front door, waving at me. Weirdly, knowing that she thinks I’m one of the good guys makes me fucking happy, something I never thought would be possible. Words are usually hurtful in my world, not making you feel like there is hope.

  Maybe there is hope with Bella. I know she’s much younger than me, I know she deserves better than me and a better life than what I can promise her. I know danger is always lurking around the corner in the biker world, but I’ll be there to protect her and do a fucking good job at it. It’s not just me on my own now. I have an entire family who would go through hell and back to protect those we love, and I surely hope Bella will be part of that world one day.

  Annabella

  What was up with Callum’s attitude tonight? I get that with being in an MC troubles come when you least expect it, but why did he get so overprotective and literally yank me out of my car? It did feel good that he’s showing a more caring side, but he’s confusing the hell out of me.

  He seems to be the type of guy who’ll screw anything with tits and ass, yet he only has eyes for me and only comes to me when he’s at the strip club. I don’t get men. That’s probably why I’m trying to stay as far as I possibly can from a relationship. I don’t want one, but man what I wouldn’t give to get down to business with Callum.

  While he’s not really my type of guy–too much muscle–his personality and the brooding alpha demeanor makes me swoon and want to know more about him.

  I can’t let myself think that way, though. I don’t want to be involved with anyone. It would be hard anyway with balancing two jobs and raising a kid. I’m already scrapping for time as it is. Besides, what tells me that Callum would actually want me that way? Chances are he thinks I’m way too young for him, which is kinda true. I’m twenty-two, and he’s forty or close to it. He could be my father. Maybe that’s why I like hanging out with him so much. He’s the father figure I don’t remember having. I was so young when my parents passed away that I don’t remember what it’s like to have a man in my life.

  Callum is as protective as a father would be. The only issue is that I’ve been dry humping him for a month and well, that’s just wrong if I do see him as a father figure. Each to their own fetish-wise, but that’s not my thing.

  Talk about dry humping him for a month. He’s always dead set on making me come while I’m at work while I can’t reciprocate. Just once I’d like to bring him over the edge. I know he’s been close a couple of times, but he never lets go and it does my head in. I’m starting to wonder if he’s not attracted to me at all and has ulterior motives.

  I also find it very unfair that he’s seen me naked plenty of times, and I’ve never even seen him without his shirt on.

  Life can be a right bitch!

  October 11, 2016

  Tuesday

  My car is still not working so Callum, the gentleman that he is, offered to drive me to and from work. Sadly, he didn’t take his bike today. I loved getting on his bike, especially after he drove me insane in the VIP section at the club. I was still very much sensitive and the vibrations of the bike…let me tell you, two more minutes and I would have had another orgasm. No shame!

  “You okay?” he asks as he puts the key in the ignition.

  “Yes, just thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smirk, looking at him.

  “Very much so.” He squeezes my thigh gently.

  “Just thinking about the fact that we’ve known each other for a month, that you’ve seen me naked countless times, that you’ve made me come at least once a week, and that I’ve never even seen you without your shirt on. It’s unfair!”

  “I think that is very fair, although I’d say I’m making you come twice a week.” He smirks and keeps driving past my apartment building.

  “Where are you going?” I question him.

  “You’ll see.” I can see the smug look on his face as he’s driving, eyes trained on the road. I wonder what the hell he’s up to. I know he’s a good man, but he’s still part of an MC and can still be a dangerous man. What tells me that he’s not about to kill me? Although I doubt he’d ever hurt a woman, at least not intentionally.

  “So mysterious…”

  “Are you scared?”

  “A little bit. I don’t know where you’re taking me.”

  “We’re not far, so you won’t have long to wait. But don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you; you’re safe.” He squeezes my hand and parks in the driveway of a quaint little house.

  “Is this your place?”

  “Yes.” He gets out, and I do the same. Not sure if it’s a good idea, but man I’m so horny and curious now!

  “Didn’t picture you living in this type of house.”

  “What did you think? That I’d have a rundown place?” He glares at me, getting really defensive.

  “No. One, do not talk to me like that, I haven’t done anything to you but make a simple comment. Not my fault if you’re taking it the wrong way. Two, I thought you’d be more of
an apartment type of guy, not a house owner and three, stop being a dick to people who actually like you.” I glare at him and wait for him to open the house. I consider acting like a petulant child, but I want to know what he has in mind.

  “Sorry,” he mutters and unlocks the front door, letting me in first. I walk in and feel around for a light switch. He startles me when he turns the lights on out of the blue. It looks amazing inside, not at all what you’d expect a biker to live in. Not that I ever thought about what kind of place he could be living in.

  He punches the alarm code in and motions for me to go into the living room. I walk in and sit on the couch, studying him. He looks confident as ever as he removes his wallet from his pocket and his gun from under his jacket and cut. Why is he carrying at all times, and how did I never notice it? I mean, we’ve been pretty close to each other, I’m sure I would have felt it.

  “Do you always carry?” I ask, breaking the silence.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because with what I do, dangerous people can be after me, and I could need it to defend myself.”

  “Have you ever killed someone?” I ask him, not sure if he’s willing to share that kind of information with me.

  “Yes.” There goes my answer.

  “To defend yourself or someone you loved, or just because you wanted to?”

  “First one, but I’ve come close to the latter.” He chuckles.

  “Yeah, I could think of a few people I’d have wanted to get rid of,” I admit.

  “Who?” he asks looking serious again.

  “They aren’t in my life anymore, so no need to mention them.”

  “I’ll make you talk one day.”

  “Uh, newsflash. I should be the one saying that. This is the most I’ve ever had you talk about your life.”

  “Yes, and you just killed the moment.” He chuckles.

  “Oh, man!” I whine.

  “Another time, I can’t tell you everything in one night.”

  “I’m sure if you were to tell me your life story it could take a couple of days or weeks.”