Five
I left Torch and Micro waiting at the hospital with Ice, and made sure the ICU team had my number right, since I’d never had a damn call from them to tell me he’d been admitted. Somehow they’d had a single digit in my number wrong, and that had been the difference between me being there for him, and searching all over, freaking out because I couldn’t find him. I’m his Club President. It’s my job to be on top of all of this shit, and I fucking failed him .
Ryder met me outside the hospital, and he looked nervous. Had he not fucking found her yet?
“Tell me.” My voice was practically a bark at this point.
“She won’t come back, Pres. She’s hurt. She… she feels rejected by you, by whatever happened when you guys went out ‘for air’.” I ignored the cutesy quote marks he did when he spoke.
“I didn’t fucking reject her. Far from it.”
“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this, but apparently chicks really don’t like it when we distance ourselves from them after getting a blow job, Pres. Might want to think about that, if you plan to have a woman for keeps at some point.”
I ignored the urge to punch him, because it never solved a damn thing.
“Where is she?”
He sent a text to my phone with an address.
“That’s where we were going to pick up Tori from.”
He nodded, tucking his phone in his pocket.
“Her lease is still running, and Alicia is broke. You’re lucky, or she’d probably be a town or two away by now.”
Jesus. I nodded at him. “Thanks, brother. Torch and Micro are staying here with Ice. We’ll come back, and relieve them in the morning. They’re planning to wake him up then, if he stays stable throughout the night.”
“And then he can come home?”
I shook my head morosely.
“It’ll be days, brother, at least. He was stabbed three times in the stomach, once in the chest. He’s had surgery. He lost a dangerous amount of blood. Jesus… where’s my fucking brain? I should have warned them that he’ll probably start fucking detoxing in there.”
Ryder waved his hand at me.
“You go. I’ll brief them before I leave. They’re okay with us being there and stuff?”
I nodded. “I told them that any member of the club that I leave there is one of his brothers, and should be allowed in with him. Now, whether they listen or not, is their call. Oh, his mum did stop by, but her asshole husband dragged her away after about ten minutes, not that the bitch seemed that upset anyway.”
“Fuck. Go. I’ll sort this and go back to Tori. You can thank her later, for making sure Alicia was somewhere you could find her. Oh… here’s the key to the place.”
I shoved it in my inside pocket on my cut, then I straddled my black Nightrod , and headed away from the hospital, and to the woman who, quite honestly, needed to be put across my damn knee.
I parked up outside the building Ryder had sent me to, and headed through the small lobby to the lift. Up on the third floor, I found the door to flat number thirty-two, and listened there for a moment.
There was absolute silence inside. I hoped to hell that she hadn’t left. I almost knocked. I almost gave her the opportunity to ignore me, or refuse to let me in, but common sense prevailed, and instead I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. It was dark, but then it was almost ten at night, and the curtains were closed, and the lights were off.
I heard movement in the flat, but I suddenly had this thought that maybe there was someone else here, and she was in danger. Why didn’t she speak? She had to know it was me.
I let my eyes become accustomed to the darkness, and the tiny reprieve that the light from under the door into the hallway provided.
I moved across the floor, feeling for furniture, and hearing a floorboard creak, then another. Then I heard a panicked gasp, and a floorboard creaked a few feet away from me. I lunged forward, grabbing the intruder with both hands, then cursed when a knee slammed into my groin, and the person fell away from me. Didn’t matter. I was going down . I crashed down to my knees, cradling my poor crushed balls.
“Fuck!”
Another gasp. “Reacher?”
Suddenly the room was bathed with light, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut against it. No wait, I was squeezing them closed against the burn of tears, from the pain in my entire fucking groin.
“Jesus, Ally.” I rolled, and sat against the wall, with my hands still wrapped around my junk.
“Well, you sneaked up on me!”
She looked pale, and nervous, and she wouldn’t move closer, instead practically dancing around a few feet away.
“I came to take you home.”
She sighed, and folded her arms. Her head was shaking back and forth.
“I am home, for now at least. You should go.”
I stared down at my hands, still cradling my fucking family jewels.
“Yeah… I’m not going anywhere yet. Are you wearing fucking knee pads or something?”
She actually grinned. “I thought you were… were an intruder. I was defending myself. You should be proud of how effective I am at that.”
“Yeah, tell that to my bollocks.”
She covered her mouth for a moment, then glanced around.
“I’m afraid I can’t offer anything to help that. I… uh… all I have is my stuff from my place, and it’s… Huh… Yeah, I have nothing.”
I watched her as she looked around again, her shoulders dropping.
“This isn’t home, Ally. Home is with me, and you know that.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll uh… I don’t know… put a throw over the sofa. I’ll buy a plant. It’ll be nice.”
I risked getting up from the floor, only wincing slightly.
“No, I meant what I said. Home is with me. You’re coming back with me.”
She was backing away. “Not happening. You can’t… you can’t just use me and then… and anyway, I have to find a job, and… and I have to, Jesus, I have to do something.”
She bit at her lip, but it was trembling.
“Dammit, woman. Will you let me fucking hold you?”
She didn’t move. She just stared at me.
“Why?”
Fucking hell. “Because I want to.” I dragged her into my arms, and pressed her against my chest, sighing slowly, as the tension started to drain from my shoulders.
“ This is home, Ally. You and me. Come back with me, please.”
She rubbed her face against my chest, a shake of her head.
“I can’t. You think you want me now, but you’ll push me away again. I can’t… I’m not strong enough to be rejected like that again.”
I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so I could look her in the eye.
“I didn’t fucking reject you, Ally. Where the hell are you getting this shit from?”
She wouldn’t meet my eyes, and that pissed me off.
“So earlier we connected, and now you won’t even fucking look at me? That’s it? When you’re sober, you don’t want me? That’s exactly what I fucking thought.” I released her, and turned to leave. I wasn’t going to force her to be in my presence, if I was someone she could only lower herself to be with if there was enough alcohol in her blood.
“Reacher?” She was following me, but I grabbed the door handle, fully intending to get the fuck out of here, and somehow ride my bike home.
“Don’t worry, woman. You feel how you feel. I’ll stay away from now on.”
I was halfway out the door before she slammed both hands into my back and shoved me, making me stagger a few steps, caught unawares.
“What the fuck?”
“Are you dumb, as well as a total asshole?”
I turned, glaring at her. What the hell was her problem? Had I always been this clueless, or was she just particularly fucking confusing?
“Don’t hold back, darlin’, tell me how you really feel.”
She fixed me with one of those hot-as-fuck fiery glares, and then shocked the shit out of me, by lifting off her top, and tossing it aside. Next, she unclasped her bra, and dropped it, revealing fucking gorgeous tits.
“Woman, what are you doing?” Yeah, it was getting to me, because I fucking wanted her. I wanted her naked, and writhing on my cock.
“I’m trying to show you, dipshit.” She unzipped her jeans, and shoved them down her legs, stepping away from them, before she hooked her fingers into the sides of her skimpy knickers.
“Getting the picture yet?”
I felt like one of those cartoon dogs, with my tongue hanging down to the floor. Was I drooling? There was a pretty strong possibility that I was, because, fuck me, she had a body I wanted to devour.
“I dunno… I’m still a little uh… unclear…”
She smirked, sliding her underwear down, and bending at the waist to do it. Then she stepped away from them, and she was completely fucking naked, and gorgeous. Her figure was a little fuller than I’d realised, and every fucking curve needed my hands on it. And my mouth. I wanted to lick every inch of her. I wanted to fuck her until she was screaming my name, coming on my cock, and then I’d do it all again.
“How about now? Are you getting it now, Reacher? I’m not sure how else I can explain. I mean, I guess I could get on my knees again, but I’m not sure you deserve that after last time.”
I rubbed a hand over my hair.
“I don’t get what the fuck was wrong last time, woman. I thought it was amazing.”
She rested her hands on her hips, giving me a sassy look, but honestly, my eyes just couldn’t stay on her face, because I wanted to look at every part of her. I wanted to feast my eyes on her body, and not miss a single second, because at any moment she could change her mind again, and then I’d be left with a rock hard dick, and no Ally.
I kicked the door closed, and approached her, grabbing her face with both hands, before I tried putting them anywhere else.
“What do you want, Ally? Talk to me.”
She let out a slow breath. “Reacher, dammit.” She trembled slightly in my hold.
“Do you want me to return the favour from earlier? I’m feeling kinda thirsty… Might need to put my mouth somewhere wet…”
She shuddered. “But what will it mean?”
I pressed my lips against hers for a moment, fighting the urge to turn it into a kiss like earlier.
“It’ll mean that you get to feel how you made me feel earlier. It’ll mean that we’re conversing now. Give and take. Suck and moan. Thrust and scream. You feeling me?”
She rewarded me with a soft moan. Hell yeah . I moved fast, tossing her over my shoulder, and turned to find the bed in this hovel. It was a bare mattress, but I couldn’t find it in me to give a fuck. I tossed her onto her back on the bed, and removed my cut, folding it carefully, and resting it up where the pillows should be.
She watched me, her breathing fast, her pale skin warming to a pink glow right in front of me. I grabbed her ankles, and eased her legs open, dragging her ass in my direction, then I crouched in front of the bed, and stared at the prize in front of me; a pink, glistening pussy.
“Woman, you know how much I’ve wanted to have you naked, and spread out for me like a fucking buffet? You’re gorgeous. You’re so desperate for me to touch you, and taste you, and Jesus… I can’t last another second without tasting you.”
I leaned forward, and pressed my face between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal.
“Fuck… I just want to die with my face right here.”
She tried to shift her legs. “I’d rather you didn’t. I’m waiting, Reacher.”
I grinned, sliding my tongue over her clit, her hips jerking in response. I did it again, just to feel her body react like that. Yeah, this is what we should be doing right now.
I sucked on her clit briefly, before I used my thumbs to press that pretty pussy open, so I could dip my tongue inside, thrusting it into her wet warmth. She practically convulsed, her hands suddenly on my head.
“Reacher?”
I lifted my head to look at her, fighting against those hands that really wanted me to stay down there.
“Yeah, woman?”
She swallowed hard. “I need to come really hard. Are you sure you’re up to the task?” She grinned suddenly, while I replied with a low growl and pinned her hips, my face pressing between her legs, as I started licking and teasing at her clit. Her hips tried to move. They were jerking with each touch, and the gasps coming from her lips sounded more like whining.
I stopped, lifting my head, again fighting her forceful hands.
“Am I getting this right, Ally? I mean, I don’t want to fail at my task, or anything.”
“Fucking hell, Reacher, stop being an asshole.”
“Keep calling me that, and I’ll fuck yours when I’m done here.”
She gasped, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. Interesting. I think she liked the sound of that.
I blew a breath of air over her heated pussy, enjoying the way she moaned, the ripple that went through her, an involuntary movement of pure pleasure.
“You want me to carry on, or would you rather I stop?”
She glared at me, her hands practically trying to pull my hair out. I blew another breath over her, and then went back to licking, and tongue-fucking that sweet pussy of hers. I could feel her body starting to coil, ready to explode, and I debated dragging it out again, but her hands were suddenly like bricks piled on top of my head, adding weight, and forcing me to stay. She really didn’t want to have her orgasm fall away again, just as she almost reached it.
Moving my hand, I used two fingers to start slowly fucking her, so I could focus my mouth on her clit, flicking and teasing it, rubbing my chin over it, so my beard would tickle it. Every time I did that she let out a louder gasp, and flexed on the bed.
She was tensing, and her fingers were practically tearing at my short hair, but when I pushed her over the edge at last, she let out a low wail of pleasure, her body flexing and bucking like I truly had exorcised a fucking demon. It was amazing. Her fingers finally released my hair, and her hands dropped heavily by her sides.
I leaned closer again, and licked through her wet folds to her clit once more, grinning when she cursed, and wriggled. I pushed myself up from my crouch, wincing when both of my knees creaked and cracked with the movement.
I ran a hand over my beard, smoothing it back down, and dragging her juices from it. She tasted like a meal I wanted to have every fucking day. Maybe for breakfast and lunch.
She was laying there, breathing hard, her chest moving enough to jiggle those amazing tits. They were big. Full. Nipples standing proudly to attention. Gorgeous.
She watched me as I watched her, one hand pulling at my jeans, to try and stop them choking my dick.
“Well? Did I do the job to your satisfaction, woman?”
She giggled breathlessly. “Needs practice, but a damn good start.”
Alicia
H oly shit . I didn’t know if my soul was even still in my damn body. Who knew he could do that? Who knew he could drive a woman into a fucking back cracking orgasm like that, with just his mouth? Honestly, mostly his mouth just pissed me off on a daily basis, but it had just redeemed itself . Big time.
My snarky response had made a slow grin creep across his handsome face. For a biker, he was neat. Neat short hair, tidy greying beard, although it glistened a bit right now, after being buried in my pussy for so long.
“Reacher?”
He sighed heavily. “ Yes , Ally.”
“You just gonna stand there stroking your dick, or you gonna show me what it can do?”
He burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m planning on fucking you, woman. I’m just letting you catch your breath, because you’re going to need it.”
I swallowed hard, because if what he just did was any indication of what was to come, I wasn’t sure I’d survive, and I didn’t give a flying fuck, because I’d die happy.
“Maybe you’re just resting up yourself, old man.”
He laughed again, undoing his jeans, and shoving them down. Then he turned to sit on the bed, so he could remove his boots, and get the jeans off. He slowly undressed, standing up again when he was completely naked, and fucking hell… so much hotter than I’d imagined. For an older man, he’d looked after himself. No six pack or whatever, but a firm stomach, broad chest, more than a light dusting of hair over his chest, almost hiding his nipples from me. His dick was standing proud, thick and long, and weeping for me.
Finally, after I’d spent too long ogling him, he snorted.
“You done with the eye fucking, or you want some more time?” I loved his biting humour. It suited him perfectly.
“Well, I figured if you’re just gonna stand there, I’d get the job done on my own.”
He smirked, bringing one knee up onto the bed, before the other followed, so he straddled me. He practically prowled up the length of my body, before his lips hovered over mine, and delicious heat seeped from his body into me.
“You still just wanna get an eye-gasm, or do you want my cock deep inside you, Ally?”
I giggled. “I can’t have both?”
His lips teased at mine, and then a firm hand gripped my face, and tilted my head to let his lips at my throat. He kissed, nipped, and teased at my skin. Every now and then I felt teeth, and shuddered, as he lifted his face again, and stared at me.
“I hope you’re not expecting some loving kind of slow, gentle shit. I’m not really feeling that. I want to slam hard inside you, and feel your pussy locking around my dick like a soft, wet vice. And then I’m gonna hold you down, and fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me pummelling you inside. You might even be sore after. That’s how I want you. Sore, and remembering that my cock fucking owned you.”
Holy fuck. I was getting wetter by the minute. Why the hell had I held back, if this was what I’d been missing out on?
I cleared my throat. “I can’t really comment on that. You talk up a good game, but I’m still waiting to see if you have the stamina to see it through.”
He laughed, lowering his face to my throat again, his teeth nipping at my skin. His body was searing mine with heat, and the hair on his chest was tickling and pricking at my breasts.
He grabbed my thighs, spreading me wide, his lips never stopping their teasing, and then I felt him reach down to grasp that thick dick of his. He rubbed the head against my pussy lips, more damn teasing, even slapping it against my clit several times, which made me flinch each time.
“Sure you don’t just want to keep playing with yourself, Reacher?” My words died off as he suddenly pushed inside me. He didn’t go slow, instead ramming every inch into me in one swift move, his body pressing tight against mine.
“I don’t know, woman. Maybe the only way to shut you up is to stick my dick in your mouth instead.”
I giggled, and squirmed beneath him, which made his dick twitch inside me.
“Definitely a devil woman.” Reacher hadn’t moved since he filled me with his cock, but he decided instead to lean back down and tease me into one of those kisses where it started off gentle, and sweet, and ended up being something that should be on a porn site. His tongue thrusting against mine, battling for dominance, while I was trying to give as much in return.
If I’d known the man was pure sex, I’d never have held off. I’d have stripped and jumped him long ago. God knows the tension between us had been building for weeks. I’d fingered myself in his bed several times. Obviously at times when he wasn’t in the room, so he couldn’t know, but my fantasy version of him was nothing compared to this.
Reacher moved his hips, and I practically whined as his dick started sliding out of me, and I felt the loss instantly. The return was everything I wanted. A hard slam against me, his dick ramming inside, a brutal entry. God yes. More of this, please.
Now that he’d started, he didn’t bother taking it slow or holding back. I lay beneath Reacher, as he fucked me relentlessly, his body crashing against mine, each slap of his flesh against mine so loud in the quiet room. The bed was rocking against the wall, and I held on for dear life. My hips moved against his, meeting his thrusts, while each one practically knocked all of the air out of me. I’d never been taken like this before. There was no doubt in either of our minds just who was in control right now, and I felt like I’d waited my whole life to be right here, in this moment.
The way he was pounding into me had the added effect of rhythmic rubbing against my clit, which was starting to work in tandem with the inner spot he kept dragging his dick over, and I felt another orgasm building inside me. It was building fast, and it was going to be a biggie. I gripped his shoulders with my nails as it suddenly crested, and I bucked, and lurched against him, pleasure washing through me in a way I don’t think it had ever done before.
It triggered him, and his release. I felt him ramming into me harder, and then he let out this kind of guttural animalistic growling sound, and tried to burrow deeper into me, as he filled me with his cum. He stroked into me a few more times, riding the wave, before he suddenly let out a heavy breath, and rolled away from me, laying on his back beside me.
“Jesus…”
I rolled onto my side, with strength I didn’t know I even still had, and his arm dragged me against him. My face rested against his hard chest, hearing the rapid pounding of his heart, which probably matched mine. His skin was clammy with sweat, as was mine, and the hairs tickled my face, but it was all perfect. Everything about this time with him had been perfect.
He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Ally?”
“Yeah?”
“Call me an old man again, and I’ll make you regret it.”
I giggled, nuzzling his chest.
“I regret nothing.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
I lay with Reacher for a few blissful moments, waiting for my heart and breathing to remember what normal felt like, and then I did the responsible thing. I eased Reacher’s heavy arm from around me, and regretfully left his side to use the bathroom. I’m sure many women can get away with it, but if I don’t pee soon after sex, that’s something I do end up regretting. Nobody wants a UTI, right?
As I walked back to the bed, I felt delicious aches everywhere in my body, like I’d been for a heavy workout. I like to think of a damn good orgasm as a perfectly appropriate workout.
Reacher was half asleep, and magnificent. His large, hard body was draped over the unmade bed, and his dick, oddly, was almost at half-mast. Surely a man of his age wouldn’t be ready again so soon? A woman of my age needed a little more recovery time, that was for damn sure.
“Ally?”
“What’s up, old man?” He snorted.
“I’m gonna keep count, you know.”
I shrugged.
“You’re coming home with me, right?”
One track mind, this one.
“I guess.”
He sat up, a heavy sigh the only sound he made.
“I was looking for something a little more decisive. Do you really prefer this hovel to my place? Is it so bad there?”
I guess our mini truce was over. I started gathering clothes up, tossing his at him. He caught them before they hit him in the face.
“Jesus, Ally. I just want you with me. Is that not what you want?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth. Yes. It was all I fucking wanted. I didn’t want to be anywhere he wasn’t, but my future wasn’t exactly guaranteed, and I didn’t want it hurting him too.
“I have responsibilities, Reacher. I can’t just walk away from everything and live in the clubhouse, like the outside world doesn’t exist.”
He pulled his t-shirt on, and grabbed his jeans, his underwear already back on.
“All I’m saying is stay with me. It’s not like you’d be a prisoner. You could still live a fucking life. You’d just be in my bed at nights. With me. Like this. Well, not like ‘this’ exactly, but like we were five fucking minutes ago, before you had some kind of weird epiphany while you took a piss.”
I fought a grin at his words. I loved the things he came out with. Could it work? I wanted it. With every fucking ounce of my being. Was there a way to have him, and still resolve things with them? Without it hurting him?
“Can we take it a day at a time?”
He looked up from fastening his boots.
“Yeah?”
I nodded, half-dressed myself.
“Like, I come back with you now, but we both understand that things might change, and I might have to leave to deal with that?”
He stood up, fully dressed, except for his cut, which he reached for next.
“I can help with anything you have to sort out, you know. It’s what I do for my club. You’d be a part of that. A priority.”
I chewed my lip, my heart starting to race again in my chest.
“Like an old lady?”
He smirked. “Not like an old lady. You’d actually BE my old lady. Jesus, I never thought I’d meet someone I wanted like that, but you caught me by surprise.”
“You had me kidnapped. You threatened me. I was tied to a chair, with a knife to my throat. You were terrifying.”
“And I bet you were wet the entire fucking time,” he murmured, stepping closer to me.
“I might have been, but you’ll never prove a thing.”
He was grinning as he reached me.
“You think I couldn’t tell at the time? If we’d been alone, I’d have fucked you right there and then.”
“While I was a frightened captive?”
“While you were a fucking desperately turned on captive. Don’t forget that part.” Dammit. He was turning me on again. Whose body is this? He’d just taken twenty years off my body clock, and I wanted more.
His grin widened as he stood there watching me.
“You’re wet now, I can tell, just from the way your pupils have dilated, and the way your breathing is now these little sexy gasps. Your heart’s racing, I know that without checking. Why didn’t you just give in weeks ago? We could have been doing what we just did this whole fucking time.”