Three
F ucking hell. She really didn’t waste any time, and that fog I’d been in? The one that fell over me when the nurse pretty much warned me that Ice was comatose, and in real danger? That dissipated the instant her mouth sealed around my dick, and she took me deep.
My hands were in her hair a second later, threading through the thick blond curls.
“Jesus…”
She teased me with her tongue, sliding it up and down my dick, before she sucked it deep again. She seemed to be angling it into her throat, and swallowing against the fucking tip. Each time she did that, it wrenched a groan from me, and my hands fisted in her hair. I was trying so hard not to thrust deeper each time, but it was not fucking easy.
The way she was feasting on my dick, I wasn’t going to last long at all, and that’s what had to happen. We didn’t have time to explore each other, or fucking share the pleasure. It was a tension reliever, and nothing more. That’s what she’d said, so I wondered why it felt like so much more.
Alicia released my dick for a moment, taking a few breaths, while she stroked it with long firm strokes.
“Ally, you keep doing this, and I’m gonna blow.”
She grinned, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.
“That’s the plan, hot stuff. Give it to me.”
Holy hell, she was gonna be the death of me for sure. She used her hand to help her mouth jack me off, those lips sliding back and forth, as she fucked me with her mouth. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want her to stop sucking me, but Jesus… I blew, and I blew hard. My legs shook, and I nearly slid down that door, and watching her swallow down every drop of my cum? Watching her licking him clean? That shit will stay with me. That was fucking mind blowing.
“Better?” Alicia carefully put my dick away, doing my jeans up again, then she stood up, wiping drool from her face.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?”
She giggled a little. “Got a few miles on the clock, Reacher. I learn things. You’d be amazed at the things I can do.”
I stepped forward, taking a handful of that soft blonde hair, and tilted her face up.
“I’m gonna fucking find out every last one of them.”
She practically moaned in response. We’d tiptoed around each other for weeks. Around the way we both clearly wanted to fuck our brains out, but now? Now she was letting her guard down, and I needed to make sure she didn’t put it right back up again.
“Ally?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, woman. You were right. I needed that, and you were fucking amazing.”
She giggled again. “My pleasure, Reacher. Should we go back now?”
I didn’t release her hair.
“I’m looking forward to returning the favour, Ally. I’ll tongue-fuck you until you scream.”
This time she really did moan, her eyelids fluttering slightly. Why now? Why now, when I had to be there for Ice, did she suddenly want to take things further? What had changed since earlier, when she went off at me?
And then it hit me. Like a ton of fucking bricks. Alcohol . That was all it was, and she’d hate me later, for taking advantage of her like that.
I cursed, letting go of her, and forcing myself to ignore the confusion in her eyes.
“We need to go back.”
I unlocked the door and pulled it open, striding back to the ICU to wait with my brothers for news.
Alicia
W hat the fuck just happened? I was good. I know I was fucking good, and he came hard. Damn near choked me with the amount of cum he jetted down my throat. And he felt good. He definitely… he was pleased, and he was hitting on me, but then… What the fuck? He just switched off.
And the rejection? That fucking hurt. So I can suck his dick for him, and swallow his fucking seed, but then he turns cold on me? Fuck him.
I turned and headed out of the hospital. I didn’t know where the hell I was going to go, or how, but I’d had enough of him. I’d get to the clubhouse somehow, pick up the few things I’d had on me the night they took me, and I’d go. Or… actually… did I even need the few odds and ends I had there?
I stepped outside, the warmth easing some of the chill he’d left inside me. I’d had my arms wrapped around me, but now I tried to force myself to relax, to breathe, and calm down.
Why did he just do that? I felt so fucking used. I felt like he got what he wanted, and suddenly he’d lost interest. Was that all he wanted? What a bastard.
I flagged down a taxi, checking my phone case to make sure my credit cards and emergency cash hadn’t fallen out. I had the taxi take me back to my place. The place they’d snatched me from when the shit hit the fan. The rent was due any day now, and I didn’t have it anyway, so I packed the small amount of belongings I had into two wheeled suitcases, and left. When I had to put my mother into a care facility, I’d downsized, put things into storage that I couldn’t part with, and sold the rest. The storage costs were paid up a year in advance, thanks to Tori, but the advance payments I’d put in for my mother would be running out soon.
I had to find a way to make money again, now that Tori was out of business, but I couldn’t risk going back to the others. I was still in too deep with them.
I had to find somewhere to hide out, but with zero cash, my options were pretty much non-existent. The clubhouse would have been perfect, and I knew I could be happy there, except for how Reacher had just treated me. And for the danger I’d eventually bring to them.
I sat on the doorstep with my bags beside me, wondering what the fuck I could do, so finally I sent Tori a text. I was out of options, and desperate for help.
Me : Can you talk?
It was a fairly long wait. Since she’d married into the club, she had a new phone, and we’d exchanged numbers, but we didn’t really interact much, because she and Ryder mostly kept to themselves, and if they were around when I wasn’t, then I was holed up with Reacher. Or I had been. Why did it hurt to think about being with him?
Tori : Sure, what’s up?
I called her. “Hey, it’s me.” What a redundant thing to say. She knew that.
“Hey, Alicia. Are you okay?”
I felt my breath catch in my throat, and realised I was close to tears. What the actual fuck? I cleared my throat, and took an embarrassingly ragged breath.
“Jesus, what’s happened?”
I tried another breath, relieved that it sounded a little less broken and desperate.
“Uh… I need somewhere to go. I’m… I’m kind of homeless and penniless.”
“What? I thought you were here? In Reacher’s room?” Oh how I wished.
“No. I went with him to check on Ice at the hospital.”
“Oh god. Is he okay? Ryder messaged to say he was in the hospital, but not what his condition was.”
I didn’t want to be the one to tell her. She sounded really worried. Did she really know him that well already?
“Uh… they said multiple stab wounds. He’s in a coma.” That was too blunt, and I realised that even before she gasped, and sounded like she’d started to cry.
“Damn. I’m sorry, Tori. I didn’t know you guys were close.”
She sniffled for a few moments.
“He’s been there for us through a lot of our shit. So you’re not there now?”
There’s that lump in my throat again.
“No. I… uh… things with Reacher are… well... I’m home, only I have to leave, because the rent isn’t paid. I’m packed, but I have nowhere to go. You know I can’t get work because… because of them… I’m fucked, Tori. I need somewhere to go.”
She cursed under her breath. “My place… uh, where I was staying. It probably has a couple of weeks left on the lease. It was a short term let, but paid up in advance. I’ll text you the address. The landlord has an office onsite, so I’ll instruct him to give you the spare key. You can use it until… I mean, I can help though, you know? I can send you money.”
I stood up, watching the road for signs of taxis or buses. I had a little cash left, a little left in my account. Not enough for any kind of rent, but enough for a short trip somewhere.
“No, don’t worry about that, please. I… I’ll find something, but the flat, that would really help, thank you.”
Tori was quiet for a moment. “Your mother’s bills will be due soon, Alicia. How are you going to manage that? Like I said, I can help, and I’d like to.”
I shook my head, even though I knew she couldn’t see it.
“I’ll find a way, thank you. I don’t take charity. I have to work for money. You know that.”
It wasn’t the life I’d have chosen for myself. Once I’d been a normal woman, I mean, one approaching middle age as a singleton, but still, as normal as anyone. And then one mistake had sent me down a spiralling path, that I couldn’t find my way back from.
“Okay, stubborn lady, I’ll text you the address. Please call if you need anything though. I know our little enterprise is over now, but I won’t see you starve, okay?”
I thanked her, and ended the call before the tears started. I heard the buzz of the address coming through in a text, but I had to wait for my vision to clear before I could read it, and right then I couldn’t stop the tears.