Seven
H e was a mess. He knew it was the right thing to do, but he was blaming himself for something. Maybe for not seeing how serious things were with Ice, I wasn’t sure.
I climbed up from his lap, and reached for his hand, leading him to the bed.
“Anything you want, Reacher. Let me help you relax.”
He groaned, rubbing his face, pressing at those studs over his eye. It had to hurt every time he did it.
“Why do you do that?” I asked, reaching up to pull his hand away.
He blinked at me, like he couldn’t focus on my words.
“What?”
“You poke at those piercings a lot.”
“Oh. It helps me clear my head. I guess the uh… it’s not comfortable to press on them. It distracts me.”
I reached up and pushed one half of his cut aside, flicking his nipple through the thin t-shirt he wore. He flinched, and backed up, catching my wrist.
“What the fuck, Ally?”
I smirked, as more of his awareness returned to him.
“You said you like pain. It helps you think.”
“That’s not what I fucking said at all.”
He didn’t seem to see that it had worked anyway.
“I’ll let you get your own back,” I offered, standing before him, and sliding his cut over his arms, carefully placing it on the bed.
He gripped my hair in one fist.
“What are you up to, woman?” I lifted off the t-shirt of his that I wore, leaving me in just a pair of lacy underwear.
His eyes travelled over me, taking in every bare inch of skin. I loved how it felt to have his eyes on me, crawling over me, almost like a physical touch. It made me hotter, wetter, more desperate to feel him on me, and in me. Surrounding me.
“You just gonna watch, Reacher?” I stepped out of my underwear, and stood naked before him again. A shiver travelled down my spine, as he focused there. Right there. Right where I wanted his mouth, his fingers, his dick.
I reached for his cut, and slipped it on, wincing at the cool leather against my heated skin. Then I rested my hands on my hips.
Reacher cursed, his voice a little hoarse, as his eyes fixed on his cut against my bare skin.
“Right now?”
I shrugged, sliding my fingers down my stomach, and watching his eyes hungrily follow the movement.
“I mean, I can ride my fingers instead if you’re not up to it. It’s probably nap time for you, isn’t it, old man?”
He growled, stepping forward to grab my throat.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, every time you bait me like that, woman.”
I liked his hand on my throat. It made me want to drop to my knees, and suck that big dick of his, but it wasn’t what I wanted right now, so I fought the urge, staring him in the eye instead.
“You just gonna talk at me, or are you gonna fuck my ass? I’m starting to think you didn’t mean what you said, Reacher.”
“Dammit, woman.” He tightened his grip on my throat, dragging me close, his face an inch from mine. “Don’t push me, unless you don’t want to sit down for a week.”
Warmth settled down low, and my pussy practically oozed with moisture. I wanted everything he described.
“So fuck me, old man. Give it to me good.”
His lips nipped at mine, and then he kissed me hard, almost bruising my lips, his tongue forceful and aggressive. Angry kisses were seriously hot as fuck. My legs were actually starting to weaken, just from a damn kiss.
When Reacher pulled back to look at me, I sighed.
“Own my ass, Reacher. Please.”
He cursed, backing me up to the bed, then turning me to stand with my back to him, one hand angling me down to lean over the bed. I rested my palms on the mattress, and squirmed as I stood there, waiting for him.
I heard him shedding clothes behind me, then a soft groan, while I imagined him palming his dick, and stroking it as he stared at me.
He moved up behind me, and rubbed the head of his dick against the wetness oozing from me, making a shiver of anticipation trickle down my spine.
“God, Reacher.”
He thrust deep inside me, the wetness of my pussy easing his way. He pounded into me, every thrust nearly making my arms buckle beneath me, and then he pulled out and shoved me forward, so I landed facedown on the bed.
Reacher pushed my legs apart enough to thrust his fingers inside my pussy, and then he dragged that moisture up to my butthole, and started probing it, fucking it lightly with one, then two fingers.
“Wow… someone really wants me in her fucking ass,” he muttered, dragging his dick through my wetness once more, thrusting deep inside me and pulling back out.
He moved to push my legs closed, and straddled them, and then he rubbed his dick against my asshole.
“Spread your cheeks, woman.” I didn’t hesitate, reaching back to pull them apart, and then he was pressing into me. He didn’t rush it, but he also went there faster than any man had before. There hadn’t been tons of preparation, and there didn’t need to be. I was ready. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.
Reacher pressed forward, and started stretching my ass with that big dick of his, and I let out a low groan. It felt amazing, just like I’d known it would.
“Jesus, Ally. Your ass is just swallowing my cock like a whore.”
“Asshole.”
“Yep, exactly. I’m not gonna be gentle. It wants it hard, see. Gotta give it what it wants.”
“God yes. Please.”
He chuckled, pressing forward in a sudden thrust, that filled me completely. I groaned. Holy crap, he felt huge back there.
“Every inch of my cock is in your ass, woman. How’s it feel?”
“Big.”
He laughed, sliding his hips back a touch, and started fucking my ass in short thrusts, not giving me enough. Not giving me what I wanted. I wanted him not to be gentle. To not take it slow.
“Tiring out already, old man? I can’t imagine your aging stamina will let you give it to me as hard as I need.”
He snorted, pulling back, and ramming in hard. God yes.
“Is that what you think, woman? Or do you believe that baiting me will get you what you want?”
I wiggled my ass and grinned at his groan in response.
“Will it?”
He leaned down, flush with my back, and curved a hand around my throat, trapping me beneath him, as he started fucking me harder.
“This what you want, woman?”
Yes. Oh hell yes. “Getting there, grandpa.”
His laugh in my ear was guttural, but his body took up the challenge for what it was, no longer holding back, no longer merely short thrusts. He drew back fully to make sure I felt every damn inch slamming back into me. He kept me trapped beneath him, as he fucked my ass like a demon, and gave me everything I wanted. It was rough, it was almost painful, and it was fucking perfect. How could this one man fulfil every single fantasy of mine, without even trying?
His hand tightened on my throat, and I felt him slam into me and hold as he started to come, and then a few lazy thrusts as he rode it out. I hadn’t come yet, but I actually kind of felt like I had. Like I’d had everything I wanted from that fucking session, and I was sated.
Reacher, however, clearly isn’t one to leave a lady wanting. He rolled us slightly, easing his fingers beneath us to rub at my clit, and because he hadn’t softened in my ass yet, he started thrusting again, pressing as deep as he could. The grip on my throat, combined with his torturous treatment of my clit, and the big dick in my ass, pushed me over that edge I’d been riding the whole time, and I let out a kind of gasping, yelping noise as I came. I writhed against him, and I felt his lips on my shoulder, then teeth.
“Jesus, Ally. How the fuck didn’t we meet sooner?”
I laughed breathlessly, rolling over as he moved onto the bed beside me, his now softening dick sliding easily out of my ass, leaving behind that well used discomfort that felt so good.
“I guess I had to find the right bad guy to align myself with first.”
He smirked. “Yeah, and look how things worked out with her and her… victim, I guess. Weird how shit turns out, right?”
Reacher
D espite all the shit going wrong with Ice, I slept better than I had in months. Wrapped around Ally, and fully fucking sated, after more sex than I’d had in years. My dick suddenly seemed to think I was a decade younger, and for as long as I could get away with that, I was going to do it.
I woke early, as I always did, without an alarm clock, and eased out of the bed, doing my best not to wake Ally. I didn’t need to worry. She made a strange snorting sound, and rolled over, dragging the covers over her face. It was hard to leave her, but I had things to see to as President of a motorcycle club.
I grabbed my phone, texting Stitch, so he could set things in motion. Two members to meet me outside my room in ten minutes, and then Church for everyone else in half an hour.
A brisk knock on my door almost ten minutes later didn’t catch me out, because I was already showered and dressed. I stepped outside the door, nodding at Has-Been and Ryder.
“Brothers, I want the two of you to take the next shift at the hospital, so I wanted to brief you on Ice’s condition, and what I’ll cover in Church with everyone while you’re gone.” They both nodded. They were jokers when the time was right, mostly, but they knew this was serious shit, and I had their full attention.
“The plan to wake Ice had to be scrapped last night, because he’s started detoxing already.”
“Fuck.” Ryder scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I knew it.”
“Exactly. So the doctors are keeping him under, to try and make it easier on him. They haven’t given me an idea of how long they need to keep him out, so you’ll find out today for me. In the meantime, I want someone with him at all times. They’ve moved him to a section of ICU that specialises in detoxing, and they’ve confirmed that we can have someone by his bed at all times. I don’t care what it takes. He doesn’t get left alone, not even for a fucking minute. We don’t know who did this, or if they plan to try and finish what they started.”
They both nodded again.
“There’s something else.”
Wary looks were a good sign. Part of me telling the others what was going on, was intended to see if anyone was complicit, because their faces would give them away.
“There were way more drugs in his room than I’d ever hoped to find, and they weren’t all the normal shit.”
“Tell me the dumb fucker wasn’t on heroin.” Has-Been looked frustrated. He’d never been a big fan of Ice, but everyone knew the rules. Party drugs were allowed, mostly what we supplied, because our shit was supposed to be safe, but nothing harder. Heroin especially, was enough to get a member stripped of their patch, and thrown from the club.
I shook my head, watching them both closely.
“This shit is in syringes, but it isn’t H.”
They exchanged a look, but they didn’t look as shocked as I’d wanted. Fuck, of all people, I didn’t expect these two to know about this shit. I thought they were the fucking steady ones.
“Tell me you guys aren’t involved in whatever the fuck he’s doing with that shit.”
Has-Been cursed, glaring at Ryder. Ryder? What the fuck .
“Brother?”
Ryder sighed, gripping his hair with a fist.
“He’s not hurting anyone with it. Can we leave it at that?”
Fuck. I wanted to push the issue, but the door opened behind me, and Ally appeared, wearing just my fucking t-shirt.
“What the fuck, Ally?”
She frowned, her face sleepy, as she stifled a yawn.
“I wondered where you were.”
“Get the fuck back in there, and never EVER step outside my room dressed like that.”
“Fuck’s sake, Reacher.” The door slammed after her. Great .
“You two get to the fucking hospital, but I want to talk more about this later. If you know what he’s into, you have a fucking duty to tell me, as your damn president.”
They nodded, but both looked a combination of frustrated and worried.
“Is it the reason he’s in there, stabbed full of fucking holes?”
Ryder swallowed hard. “I have no idea, Pres, but I’m hoping not.”
“Fucking hell. I want to know everything, but the boys at the hospital need to be relieved, so they can rest up. They’ve been up all fucking night. Anything happens there, I want to know. I’ll get a relief team over to you later in the day, and we’ll keep a continuous rotation while he’s in.”
They left, and I wondered what the fuck those idiots were up to. The main thing was that Ryder confirmed they weren’t hurting anyone. If it wasn’t being forced on anyone, and he didn’t believe it to be the reason for Ice’s attack, then I’d trust them for now. I had to, or I had nobody to rely on, nobody for Ice to rely on.
I went back into the room, and braved the wrath of my old lady.
“Ally?”
She was in the kitchen. “Coffee for you.” She placed a mug on the counter for me. It looked perfect. Enough coffee in it that it looked like sludge, but it woke my brain like very little else could.
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged easily, far more easily than I’d expected. I thought she’d be handing me my ass right about now.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You disappeared while I was asleep.”
I sipped the coffee. Yep, she always made it just right.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want them ogling your body.”
She sniggered, leaning on the counter. She was still wearing nothing but that damn t-shirt, and it didn’t even make it halfway down her thighs.
“You even wearing underwear?”
She grinned. “What do you think, Reacher?”
I groaned. Did I have time to fuck her before Church? I glanced at the clock on the wall. Shit. Ten minutes. Definitely not enough time for what I wanted to do to her, to that body.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Ally. I have Church. You’re going to stay up here, dressed exactly like that, and when I return, I’m going to fuck your brains out again. Got it?”
“You don’t want a quickie, old man?”
Yes, of course I fucking did.
“I’m not willing to condense everything I want to do to you into ten minutes, woman. So you stay here, nice and wet, and I’ll be right back to scratch that itch for you.”
Church was about as pleasant as I expected. All members, except prospects, and Ryder and Has-Been, were in attendance, even the two who’d been up all night; Torch and Micro.
“Okay. I’ll keep this brief, so these two can get some fucking sleep. You should all know by now that our brother Ice is in intensive care. He was stabbed by assailants as yet unknown. We’re now advised that they’re keeping him in a medically induced coma, to get him through detoxing.”
There were murmurs and worried faces all around me.
“He’s fallen too deep into that hole with his addiction, and I’ll be personally dealing with that when he’s back. In the meantime, we have a couple of issues we need to address. Firstly, we have no idea who attacked him, or why, or how they managed to get him out there in the middle of nowhere. We need a couple of prospects to collect his bike, by the way. It’s secure, but I want it back here asap.”
“How are we going to find out who did it, Pres? How long is he gonna be out?” That was Rocket.
“He’ll be out for at least a few more days. Now if this were anyone other than Ice, he’d be putting in all-nighters with all that tech shit he does, finding out stuff we could never dream of finding out without him. So you see the problem we have.”
Again, there were murmurs of agreement and concern.
“This raises a long term issue for us, brothers. Ice cannot be the only one who knows how to do this shit. He can’t be the only one carrying that burden. Someone needs to step up to be trained by him when he’s back, and then they’ll support him, and cover for him if he’s not around. We’ll set up a spare room as a tech centre, and move his kit there. That’ll separate his job from his personal life, and maybe give him some peace when he has downtime.”
“He’s gonna hate that,” that gem came from Torch, but it didn’t matter, because this shit was no longer up to Ice.
“It’s gonna happen whether he wants it or not.” Stitch was backing me all the way, as he always did.
“So that’s point one. We need a backup tech whizz, and we need him now. If it turns out to be a prospect, they’ll need to be patched in urgently.”
The murmurs this time were a little less agreeable.
“With a vote, of course.”
Stitch looked at me then. “Doc briefed me on the amount of drug shit he’d stockpiled.”
I didn’t want the syringes mentioned right now, so I fixed him with a look that he read instantly.
“We’re gonna deal with his addiction, brother, and he won’t be getting that shit back.”
He nodded, backing me once more, in moving things along.
“Look, we’re all for you guys having a bit of fun, but Ice is out of control, and you all know the fucking rules. Have fun, take the party drugs, get laid. That shit is all fine, but reliance on a drug, especially anything stronger than what we supply is, and will always be, your ticket out of this club.”
I nodded. We were on the same wavelength, and that was why he was my perfect VP.
“Getting back to Ice. He’s gonna be out of it for a few days. I want a constant presence at the hospital, by his fucking bedside. We’ll rota it out with half day shifts. Two at a time would be best, because we don’t know if the person who tried to kill him knows he survived, and might try again. Our brother is our main priority right now.”
Nobody was disagreeing. “Stitch will arrange a signup sheet. I’d rather you pick slots than have us assign them, but no exceptions. Everyone steps up, and he isn’t left alone for even a fucking minute. Obviously Ryder and Has-Been are there at the moment. Whoever is with him, I want updates on everything that happens. If the decision is made to wake him up, I want an instant phone call. I will be there when he opens his fucking eyes.”
Again, no disagreement. I glanced around the table.
“Any updates or other business?”
There were a few matters, mostly relating to ongoing business, and an update on our financial situation, but honestly I was barely listening. I knew Stitch was taking everything in, so I left it for him to absorb.
I closed the meeting, and people filtered out of the room, chatting among themselves, until eventually just Stitch remained with me.
“What’s going on, Reacher?”
I got up and closed the heavy door, sitting back down with him.
“I’m not sure, but one of the drugs found in his room wasn’t anything he should have. Doc says it’s unrecognisable, but appears similar to GHB. It’s probably for knocking someone out, and we’re not sure if he’s used it, or was planning to… on a third party.”
Stitch ran a hand through his hair.
“Fucking hell. He’s up to something that he shouldn’t be. That much is obvious. You think it led to his attack?”
I shrugged, glancing at the door.
“I mentioned it to Ry and Has before they left, and neither of them looked shocked. They just assured me that he’s not hurting anyone. I want them both in here with us when they get back. We need to get to the bottom of this before anyone else gets fucking hurt.”
“That dumb prick. Dibs on kicking his ass when he’s healed, and home.”
I smirked. “You might have to get in line, brother. Look, I need to get some personal shit handled. You cool with sorting the rota? Also pick brains to see who might be savvy enough to be tech backup. I’ll send the prospects to pick up his bike, and then they can look at setting up his tech crap in a spare room. I want it away from his room. And… you know… when he’s home, I want him under watch, for the foreseeable future. We can’t let him sink back into this shit.”
Stitch nodded grimly. “I’ve got it all in hand, brother. You go see to that uh… ‘personal shit’, and say hi to her for me.”
Smug bastard. I flipped him off as I pushed up from the table, and headed for the door.
“We need to get our house back in order, brother.”
Stitch followed me, as I headed for the stairs.
“We will. A few asses might need a kicking, but we’ll get there. We still need to work out some kind of arrangement with Rossi. While we have mafia onside, we should be making use of that relationship.”
Jesus, I didn’t need that reminder of yet more shit weighing me down. Some days it felt neverending.
“It just needs to wait until we’ve got our club under control.”
Stitch snorted. “Yeah. It’s gonna be that easy.”