Patchover Fright Night (Phoenix MC: Halloween)

Chapter One

It was so weird, waking up today to the realisation that it was the fucking day. The day it’d all change. No more mixed up club with fucking warring cuts on our backs, because finally we’d be patched over officially, and all become Phoenix MC members.

I felt strangely conflicted about the whole thing.

Not about being Phoenix MC again, because since I lost them, it was all I wanted, to get back what I’d lost, and even though that wasn’t about to happen the way I wanted it to, this was the future they were allowing me to have.

I planned to take it with both hands, and not screw it up.

Soph was in the bathroom, and a second later, I realised why.

The poor thing was throwing up again. I swear, we just needed to get a fucking pregnancy test and have done with it, but she wanted to see her doctor to get it confirmed properly, rather than relying on ‘crappy home kits that probably weren’t that accurate’.

I got up and tapped on the door, hearing a pained groan from inside the bathroom.

“Baby, do you need me in there?”

She was silent for long enough that I tried the door, but it was locked.

“Soph? Are you okay?”

“Do I sound fucking okay?” She snapped, suddenly unlocking the door and wrenching it open, holding a hand over her stomach, like she was protecting the baby we were both convinced was already growing there.

“What time’s your appointment, Soph? Maybe they can give you something to help with the sickness.”

Those big blue eyes filled with tears, and I reached for her, but she shoved me away.

“What’s going on?”

She turned from me, turned her fucking back on me. What the hell was going on?

She brushed her teeth, and rinsed her mouth, while I stood there stewing, then turned and practically ran to me, her body crashing against mine as she sobbed quietly.

“Babe?”

“I’m… I’m scared, Micro.”

I led her to the bed, sitting her down, and crouching in front of her.

I rubbed her thighs gently as she tried to calm herself.

I got it now, by the way, she wouldn’t fucking come near me until she freshened up, because she’d been puking, but I didn’t care about stuff like that. I’d hold her no matter what.

“Talk to me, wife. You know I’ll kill all your fears for you.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “This isn’t something you can kill, Micro. What if it’s not what we’re hoping for? What if it’s not working, and there’s no baby after all? Maybe it’s food poisoning or something.”

Aw my sweet fucking woman. Honestly, she was so sure only bad things could happen to her, even though I thought we’d spent the last six months proving otherwise.

“Look at me, babe. Hear me. I’m fully on board with fucking you even more often, if that’s what it takes.”

She stared at me for a few seconds, giggling softly as she absorbed my words. Good. That’s better. All I wanted was to see her happy, smiling, not bogged down by fears.

“You’re insane, Micro. Lucky I love you anyway, huh?”

I thanked the fucking universe for that every single day, because an asshole like me had never deserved a woman like her, or to survive, but I got gifted with both, and I wasn’t letting either go.

“Babe, I’m the luckiest fucking man on the planet, but if you’re not pregnant, we’ll keep trying, and if you are?

Then you can join me in looking forward to our future child, and all the crazy shit they’ll get up to.

Wonder how small a motorbike I can get. Gotta start them young…

” My voice trailed off as my joke suddenly soured, and memories of my childhood crashed down on me.

Fuck no. I had to do better than him. I had to be better.

“Micro, look at me.” Now she was tilting my chin so I could meet those sweet eyes of hers, which showed so much compassion, that it was like she knew exactly where my mind had gone.

“You’re not him.” And yep, she’d fucking seen right into my fucked up head again. She was way too good for me, right?

“I’m gonna do my best not to be, baby. So let’s go get you poked and prodded by a doc… wait, it’s a woman, right? No man is touching you down there. I’ll fucking kill him first.”

She huffed out an irritated sigh, and shoved me aside, as she got up and stomped back to the bathroom. What? What did I say this time? Sometimes there was just no pleasing people.

Reacher

Iwatched from the window as Stitch oversaw the loading of bikes and vans, and my club brothers milled around, either following his orders, or mouthing off at him just to wind him up.

This was the home I’d always wanted, and we’d made it happen.

We’d created something amazing here. The hope was that we were about to do it again, over in Hampshire, so why was my gut churning, like something bad was going to happen?

We were happy. Was that why I was waiting for the other shoe to drop?

Every time Micro was involved in something, it went to hell, right?

He’d tried so hard to destroy this club, and yet, we’d given him one last chance, because it was easier on our souls than killing him.

Even Torch, who was our best torturer, and the one who’d literally taken Micro’s knife to his back, had struggled to hurt him.

In the end, we chose to put the safety of the rest of our club above any need for revenge.

It was either the right thing to do, or the biggest mistake of our lives.

“You’re having second thoughts,” Ally said, stepping up beside me, and sliding her hand into mine, wrapping the other around it, like she could offer comfort, even though she already thought it was a bad idea.

She’d made that clear enough times already, but suddenly I was starting to wonder if she was right.

“Am I making a huge mistake, woman? I feel like there’s a black cloud over us, and we’re descending into some kind of fucking doom.”

She snorted, resting her cheek against my bicep.

“I think you’re catastrophising, Reacher.”

Fuck me. She’d been hanging with Lissa too much, because that was all she’d been saying to me for weeks, or hell, maybe Lissa actually broke my confidence this time.

“Where’d you hear that? Has Lissa been talking or something?”

Ally snorted. “She told me that’s what I’ve been doing ever since you took pity on Micro, and let him live. Apparently I’ve been waiting for him to stab us all in the back again. For the record, she feels he’s fully reformed, or as reformed as a guy like him can be.”

Huh. I turned to face her, gripping her chin firmly, even though I knew it’d make her horny yet again. Maybe even because I knew it would.

“And now? Do you still think he’s a threat?”

She blinked at me, her eyes hiding nothing from me in their blue depths.

“I think there’s a tiny possibility it won’t all go to shit. That’s the best I can do right now, but you’d better believe I’m packing for this little jaunt.” Packing? What the actual fuck. My old lady was a loose cannon sometimes.

“Tell me you didn’t steal one of the guns or something, woman. We don’t need those, especially not today. We’ll be surrounded by family, brothers.” At least I fucking hoped that would be the case.

She grimaced, pulling free of my grip to reach into her handbag, and show me the bollock knife in a leather scabbard. As in my knife. The same one I usually kept in my top drawer by the bed.

“You nicked my knife, woman?”

She grinned. “I hold your ‘bollock’ in my hand, Reacher. But then that’s true even when I’m not holding it, right?”

I eased the knife from her hand, and backed her up to the wall, grinning as she sucked in a ragged breath. My fucking insatiable wife.

“Look, woman, you say things like that, and you know you’ll get my cock, so get him out while I suck on these sweet tits of yours.” I pulled her blouse apart, smirking when a button pinged off somewhere, and her hands settled on my jeans.

“You’re fixing that, Reacher. I like this blouse.”

“Stitch is the one who’s good with sewing, woman.

But don’t you dare go thinking about him while I plough you with my hard dick.

” Moments later, I eased inside her, and started fucking her hard against the wall.

The great thing about her menopause symptoms, and I’m told this could have gone either way, is that she’s wet and horny most of the fucking time.

I’m a lucky man to get to take advantage of that, every chance I get.

And hell, it’d even improved my health, since I was no longer on a fucking heart attack watchlist.

Everything that had been plaguing me dissipated, as I put all of my focus into my woman, and how deliciously she took every thrust of my cock, the way she kept her eyes on mine, challenging me with every fucking blink, or breath.

I’d never be able to get enough of her, to imprint myself on every fucking part of her, body, mind and soul.

A million years wouldn’t even be enough.

Ally kept gasping things like ‘more’, and ‘harder’, and I did my best to give her everything. All of me. My fingers settled around her throat, as I rammed deep and unloaded inside her, guiding her fingers between us.

“You wanna come, you’ll get yourself off on my cock, right the hell now, woman.”

“Typical man. Making me do the hard work myself,” she grumbled, while I smirked at her. I wasn’t one to withhold pleasure from my wife, but this time was different.

“You stole my knife, so you can make up for it, by choking my cock with your pussy. Go on, rub faster, that’s it.

” I ground up against her fingers on her clit, and she choked back a raspy stream of curses, as her body rippled and bucked with her pleasure, sending little aftershocks back through me as she tightened around my dick.

Hell, I could have almost gone for round two, but there wasn’t enough time for me to get my mojo back.

“Now you’ve made us late, woman. So fucking needy, aren’t you? Gotta have your man’s cock five times a day, or you get cranky.”

“Asshole,” Ally hissed, pushing me back as she straightened her clothes, and cursed again.

The missing button had her shirt gaping, right over her fucking cleavage, and there was no way in hell she was leaving here like that.

I opened my mouth to say it and her chin lifted, defiance filling her, as she realised how much I didn’t want her outside showing off her tits.

I grabbed the blouse again and pulled it open, sending another button pinging off.

“You make me keep doing this, and we’ll miss the fucking patchover, woman. Get changed. Now.” I slapped her ass as she pushed past me. Fucking hell. The woman was sent from the gods, and I hoped she never lost that sass, because it was everything to me.