Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)

by Muriel Garcia

  “You’d be right.” He looks so sad in that moment. I want to bring my happy Callum back.

  “Whenever you want to, say the word.” He nods at me and takes off his leather jacket. I watch him closely, and he has a sly smile on his face.

  “Come here.” He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. He helps me up and walks me to a chair. I sit down and wonder what the hell he’s up to. He taps on a remote control and music starts playing.

  “Oh. My. God!” I squeal and clap, getting myself comfortable in the chair, enjoying the moment.

  “One rule.”

  “What’s that?” I ask him amused.

  “If you ever tell anyone at all, I swear to all that’s mighty that I’ll spank you raw.” He glares at me leaning forward, resting his hands on the armrest of the chair.

  “My lips are sealed.”

  “Good.” He smirks then stands tall and starts to strip. For me. In his living room. I’m rendered speechless. Not only does he have a banging body, but he’s got moves.

  He slowly reveals his body more and more to the beat of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Probably the least romantic song ever, but this is so fitting. Nothing about this is romantic, it’s all about carnal desire and pleasure. There’s no more barista/stripper and biker/mechanic. It’s just a man and a woman wanting, needing each other’s body. Needing to feel that intimacy with someone again because it’s been so long.

  He opens the top button of his jeans and starts grinding on me like I do to him, and it has the same effect as if I were the one doing it. I’m all hot and bothered, and I fucking love it. Not because I’m horny, but because Callum just stripped out of one of the many layers he’s built around himself.

  I can’t help but touch his toned body. While I’m not fond of muscles, it would be a shame to let this moment go to waste and well, they are growing on me, and I’m not talking about his muscles if you catch my drift.

  He holds my hands to his chest as he thrusts his hips on me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I want to do so much more than just touch his chest, and I think he gets it because in one swift move, I’m over his shoulder and he’s walking somewhere else in the house. Please don’t be a serial killer. Please don’t be a serial killer. Please don’t be a serial killer. Not that saying it over and over in my head will change anything if indeed he’s a serial killer but you know, wishful thinking.

  Out of nowhere, I bounce on a comfy bed and he’s on me, his plump lips capturing mine in a heated kiss, trailing from my lips down my neck.

  “If only you knew how bad I’ve wanted this moment,” he moans against the soft skin at the top of my boobs.

  “And me,” I mewl and grind my hips into him.

  “Are you sure?” He makes me look at him.

  “More than sure. I think I’ll self-combust if you say no right now.” I chuckle.

  “Now, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

  “Nope.” I grin, and he sits up and helps me out of my clothes, kissing every inch of my skin.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I smirk and caress down his chest.

  “I thought you weren’t into muscles?”

  “I’m not, but I can make an exception for you.”

  “Aren’t you kind?” He chuckles and gets off the bed. For a second I think he’s going to leave me here, in the middle of his bed—naked, wanting, and waiting, but he only got up to get a condom and to take off his boxers.

  “Holy dick!” My jaw drops upon seeing him in all his glory. Nature was very generous to him in all aspects—good looks, amazing body, and well endowed.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he promises.

  He joins me in bed and kisses me again before kissing his way down my body, covering every inch with a kiss until he reaches between my legs. I make sure I’m always clean shaven there because of what I do and just out of habit. I don’t like it when hair gets in the way.

  I spread my legs a bit more, and he licks along my slit. I’m already wet with all the teasing that has been going on tonight. I’m close to coming already, and he just licked me once. I’m never going to last very long at this rate!

  “Don’t stop, please,” I whine as he smirks at me and gets back to pleasuring me. He licks and sucks on my clit and lips as if he hasn’t had any in months.

  All of this licking, sucking, and nibbling has rendered me a writhing mess. My moans are louder and closer together, and I feel my muscles contract as a wave of pleasure overcomes me from out of nowhere. I moan his name loudly as I hold his face in place needing to ride it out, but it seems to go on forever and becomes sensitive very quickly.

  Out of breath, I roll to my side and reach for his cock, but he pushes my hand away. I’m confused.

  “You don’t want me to s—”

  “I’d love nothing more, but if you do I won’t last very long. I want to make this special for you.” He kisses me and gets between my legs.

  He unrolls the condom down his length and tugs on my legs, bringing me to him. Always the tease, he rubs the tip of his cock along my slit and clit, focused on driving me insane, which he’s going to succeed in doing if he doesn’t start fucking me right now!

  Keeping my eyes fixed on him, I grind my hips into him, unable to contain myself anymore. Neither can he as at that moment he thrusts into me. Just the tip at first, but it’s been a while, and Callum being rather big, I can’t help the little scream from escaping my lips.

  He gives me time to adjust to his size. After a minute and encouraged by my moaning, he slides in slowly until he’s fully inside me. In that moment, I feel complete. I feel good. I’m happy and overwhelmed by feeling full in all the ways you can imagine.

  He starts with long and slow thrusts. Pulling out fully and thrusting back in, increasing the pace with every thrust. My moans come out in rhythm with his thrusts, which make my body undulate with pleasure.

  The slapping noise of flesh against flesh resonates in the room, mixed with our moans of pleasure. There is nothing else in the world right now besides Callum and me. There could be a zombie apocalypse going on outside and I wouldn’t care.

  Callum brings me back to the now, kissing me passionately as he thrusts into me harder and faster each time. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him for dear life as I feel my body give into the pleasure. My muscles contract around his hard cock, and I scream his name in pleasure as I come hard around him. It doesn’t take long for him to come in the condom.

  We’re both out of breath and spent with what we just did. He pulls out of me and cleans me quickly before cleaning himself with a cloth he had on his nightstand. He throws it and the condom away, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

  I don’t know what just happened, but we’ve just reached another level of intimacy. Something switched in Callum, and I can’t put my finger on it because he hasn’t talked much about himself at all. I wish I knew because I really wonder what’s going through his head right now. He looks into my eyes, holding me tightly as if he’s scared of letting go.

  I never planned on anything like this happening. Callum was just a great guy who became a friend and my protector, but tonight that all changed. Neither of us seems to want a relationship, but neither of us wants to let go of the other. I’m scared that if I do, it’ll be the last time I’ll ever see him. He’s never given me any indication of it, but that’s the way tonight has made me feel.

  The sex was amazing, but the responsibilities of all that comes after it aren’t something I ever anticipated.

  Callum

  With Annabella being almost half my age, I shouldn’t have gone after her in the first place, or let last night happen… well, rather instigate it.

  Something clicked off in my mind when she said it was unfair that she’s never seen me as much as shirtless when I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. I guess it’s a bit unfair on her end, not mine. I was more than happy to keep it t
hat way, but for some unknown reason, I wanted to get to that next level with her. I wanted to see how things could unfold.

  The way she was looking at me, eating me with her eyes, just fueled my desire to prove to her that I can be fun and that I’m not a moody bastard, which I am with everybody most of the time. Stripping for her was the most fun I had in years. I felt fucking stupid grinding on her, but she seemed to enjoy it so it just made it all better and kept me going. I might regret it if she ever lets it slip to anyone, but it was worth it.

  I wasn’t sure of what she would want with me. I’ve wanted her from the first time I laid my eyes on her, but she never gave me any indication that she would want to take things further between us. Unless you count getting off dry humping me day in and day out at the club.

  With the lack of relationships in my personal life, I almost forgot what it was like to be intimate with someone, and I’m not talking about sex. The build-up is still the best part to me. The teasing, the discovering each other’s body. It’s as good as the act itself.

  You wouldn’t think that a badass biker, as everybody seems to say, would be missing the intimacy of a relationship, but I am. It’s different to just fuck a random woman here and there than having sex with someone you actually care about. It makes it all the more special and meaningful. If my brothers heard my thoughts, I’d be in fucking trouble. I know they would never let me live it down, but it’s the truth.

  It takes not having something in your life for so long to realize how much you’ve missed it. Throw in the middle someone special, and you’re in deep shit. Like I am now with Annabella asleep on my chest.

  She fell asleep last night shortly after we had sex. She cuddled up to me and shot a quick text to her roommate, and she was out for the count.

  I broke most of my rules last night.

  Rule number one: Never bring them home.

  Rule number two: Never let them spend the night in case of breaking rule one.

  Rule number three: Never let yourself dwell on any kind of feelings.

  Rule number four: Never get close to anyone, they’ll end up hurt or dead.

  So far, the only rule I didn’t break is the last one, but I know it’ll eventually happen. I’m not being a soppy bastard, I know I’ll either hurt her because I’ll push her away in any way I can if she ever mentions any kind of feelings. Despite missing the intimacy, I’m not willing to risk her safety and life. Or she’ll end up dead because I was a dick and kept her close because in the end, I’m human and I have feelings.

  Everybody, even my brothers, seem to think that I’m just hard headed and hard hearted. I can be, but I also have feelings like everybody else, even if I’m not showing them. If I start showing that I care, that’s when shit goes down and someone usually ends up dead.

  “What’s got you brooding this early in the morning?” Bella asks, startling me.

  “Nothing.” I roll to my side and face her. “How did you sleep?”

  “Amazingly well, you’re a great source of heat and cuddler. Who would have thought?” She kisses me softly and strokes my cheek. She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.

  “Glad you think so.” I chuckle.

  “Back to the matter at hand, why the frown?”

  “I’m smiling now.” I smile at her and bring her body close to mine.

  “Yes, but when I woke up you looked so damn moody, I was scared to say a word.”

  “Scared?” I look at her, confused.

  “You’re a beast compared to me, size wise I mean. I don’t know how you get when you’re in a bad mood. It’s too early to have a fight so yeah, I was treading on thin ice.” She shrugs.

  “Never be afraid of how I might react to you, even in the worst of mood, I would never yell at you.”

  “Promises. Promises.”

  “I’ll prove you wrong.” I roll us over and lie on top of her, pinning her hands down and kissing her neck.

  “So, what was on your mind?” She giggles.

  “Fuck, you never stop, do you?” I rest on my elbows and look at her.

  “Never, I just want to turn that frown upside down, and I know that as soon as I leave it’ll be back on your face.”

  “You’ve got a point. Just thinking about life in general.”

  “Isn’t it a bit early in the morning for that kind of thinking?” She raises her eyebrow and wraps her arms around me, bringing me to her.

  “It’s never too early to reflect on life.”

  “Maybe, anything in particular?” She grins.

  “You amongst other things,” I say truthfully. I don’t know why I’m opening up to her, it’s not me. I’m not being myself with her. Or maybe I am, and I’ve been so dead set on never letting the real me out that this is shocking me.

  “Go me!” She fist bumps the air proud of herself.

  “Yes, go you.” I kiss her. “What do you usually have for breakfast?”

  “Are you offering to bring me breakfast in bed? Am I already domesticating you?” She has a smug grin on her face and a part of me wants to be a dick and run away at that comment, but it feels good to be joking around with someone while lying naked in bed in the early morning. I don’t want to ruin the moment.

  “Now, don’t go telling everybody that.” I chuckle.

  “I’ll keep that to myself. I’m good with coffee and toast.”

  “Coming right up.” I kiss her deeply and get out of bed. I grab a pair of jeans and put them on. As I’m pulling them up past my ass, I hear Bella sigh happily. I turn to look at her, and her eyes are still trained on my ass. “Enjoying the show?”

  “I liked it better when you took everything off, but that’ll do.” She waggles her eyebrows at me.

  “I thought we agreed on never mentioning that again?”

  “No, you asked me to not tell anyone. Now that I know you’ve got moves, I’m going to ask you for a strip tease every other night. It’s only fair as I’m usually the one doing it.” She snorts.

  “What the fuck did I get myself into?” I groan and go to the kitchen to make us breakfast.

  Starting on the coffee, I realize that my mornings with Alina were going a little something like this morning with Bella, but something was missing back then. The complicity, the joking around. We were close and in love, at least I think we were, but that little spark was missing. The one where you can just do and say whatever you want and the other will go along with you. I’ve never had it with anyone, besides with my brothers’ wives, but that’s entirely different. There’s nothing sexual or intimate in it.

  If I’m honest with myself, I’d have to say that I’m falling for Bella already, and I’m not sure how I like it. A part of me wants this again, but the other part just wants to protect her and myself. I can’t have her hurting, but I don’t want to get hurt either. It’s very selfish, but if she realizes how fucked up I am she’ll leave me, which will hurt me. If she’s hurt or gets killed because of me, it’ll hurt me. In every scenario, I’m getting hurt in the end, no matter what the outcome is.

  “You seriously need to stop it with the moodiness in the morning,” Bella says from behind me.

  “I know, it’s not good for me.” I sigh and turn to her.

  “What’s up?” She walks the few steps that separate us and wraps her arms around my waist.

  “Thinking too much.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her head.

  “About?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” I’m not ready to talk to her about everything that went down in my life. She’d be running for the hills, and I don’t want her out of my life just yet. I have no self-control when it comes to her.

  “Well, I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.” She kisses the middle of my chest and gets two cups from the counter and fills them with coffee while I get the toast ready.

  I’m glad she didn’t press to know more. I’m not sure what kind of lie I’d have been able to come up with, and I don’t want to lie to her. She’s too pr
ecious for me to start feeding her bullshit. I’d rather tell her that I can’t talk about whatever is going through my mind than to see the look on her face if she ever knows I lied to her. The look of disappointment would end me.

  We’re enjoying a quick breakfast when my phone rings. I sigh seeing it’s Ant. It can only mean one thing, especially at this time of the day.

  “What?”

  “We have a lead on the Satan’s Inferno,” Ant says.

  “Okay, where and when do you need me?”

  “Clubhouse, ASAP.”

  “I’m on my way.” I hang up and look at Bella.

  “You have to go attend to some of your club business. I get it. If you could just drop me back at mine that’d be great.” She smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Maybe she’s realized I’m not exactly who she thought I was.

  “Yes.”

  “It’s okay. I understand.”

  “But you’re not happy about it.”

  “No, I enjoyed this morning. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this carefree. It was good, but now I have to get back to my normal life and get to work.” She shrugs.

  “You’re cute when you’re grumpy.” I chuckle.

  “I’m not grumpy!”

  “Yeah, right.” I get up and kiss her. “I’ll go get dressed then I’ll drop you at yours. On Friday, we’re spending the evening together if you don’t have any other plans.”

  “I have to see with Gail if she has anything planned.”

  “Why do you need to check in with her?” I ask confused.

  “Because she sometimes makes plans with her mom and brother and tells me last minute.” For some reason, I fail to believe her.

  “Okay, you know my number so let me know.” I peck her lips and go upstairs to change.

  Her excuse about her roommate making plans and telling her last minute doesn’t sit well with me. I wonder what she could possibly be hiding. I can’t let it mess with me, but it’s hard when you really care about someone.

  “Man, you take longer than me to get ready.” She chuckles, greeting me at the bottom of the stairs.