Eight
R eacher had only been gone long enough for me to shower and get dressed, because I was looking to push him, and so I’d gleefully ignored his ‘orders’ for when he returned. My phone buzzed, and it was Tori. She needed to talk, so I messaged to say I’d meet her in her room, and then I made my way down from the top floor, and knocked on her door.
She answered it fairly quickly. She looked well. Being Ryder’s old lady was clearly agreeing with her, now she’d stopped fighting it. Was that how I’d feel if I just gave in, and let it be a thing for me too? I wanted to. More than I realised I would.
“Hey, come on in.” Tori made coffee, while I sat at their little dining table and waited for her.
Once she was seated, she took a breath.
“This is awkward, and weird. And… and it could get Ryder into a lot of trouble, so that’s why I waited until he left.”
“He’s out?”
“Watching over Ice. That poor boy.” Clearly we both felt the same motherly protective shit for Ice. Something about him was just vulnerable enough to make us feel that way. Maybe the way he was being crushed under the weight of his responsibilities, and addictions.
“So… Jesus, I don’t even know where to start. Uh… obviously you know what happened to me when I was kidnapped.”
I nodded, suppressing a shudder at what I’d been told she’d gone through. I’d seen her after the rape. I’d helped her patch up the many small cuts, and wounds, that the bastard had left on her body. I’d witnessed how broken she’d been. Broken enough, that she’d tried ending her life soon after.
“Go on.” I tried to look reassuring. It was weird, because we’d worked together for almost four months, albeit mostly over the phone or by text. With me selecting, and drugging men, and then handing them off to her, for her to have her way with them, before she dumped them. We didn’t know each other well, but being the only two women here, selected by these biker men, it had led to us feeling closer. Like we’d bonded over this strange world we’d ended up in.
“Uh… it… I’m not able to… Jesus .” She placed her hands over her face, taking a breath. Maybe she wasn’t doing quite as well as I thought.
“Take your time, Tori. I’m in no rush.” Because the longer I kept Reacher waiting, the better, right? Besides, she clearly needed something, and I wanted to help her.
She let out another slow breath.
“We’ve been doing something that the others won’t approve of.”
Oh hell. I grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face.
“Tell me.”
Her cheeks were red, and she couldn’t meet my eyes.
“The only way I can… I can be with him, is the way I was doing it… you know, before…”
Fuck . “You mean, the exact way you were with him the first time?”
She nodded, still not meeting my eyes.
“And he’s okay with that?”
She looked at me then, her eyes brimming with tears.
“It was his idea, Alicia. He arranged everything.”
My god… if that wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was.
“So, to be clear, we’re talking GHB and Viagra. He’s willingly letting you dope him up, and knock him out, so you can get off.”
She cursed, getting up and pacing. “It started that way, yeah.”
I had a sudden sinking feeling about this conversation.
“What does that mean, Tori? What has it become?”
She wrapped her arms around herself, an air of vulnerability in her very posture.
“When Dom kidnapped me… he used something he’d had engineered. Something new. It meant that I was awake, and aware. I could feel everything, but I was paralysed.”
I stood up, resting a hand on the table, because I felt oddly shaky. Wouldn’t that information make any woman feel vulnerable, even though she was perfectly safe?
“My god. That’s evil. That bastard.”
She nodded, looking like she was half here, and half of her was trapped in those memories. I approached her, pulling her into a hug, trying to offer some comfort.
She pulled back after a few moments.
“This is where it gets really bad.”
“Worse than that?”
She nodded, putting more distance between us as her eyes dodged mine again.
“Ice managed to get some for us.”
“Wait, what?”
She sighed. “You can’t tell Reacher. You can’t tell anyone, Ally. They’d throw him out of the club.”
“Ice?”
“Ryder. Maybe both of them, I don’t know. Ice has been supplying us with that stuff of Dom’s, so we can be together, and Ryder can actually experience it. Not just having to wake up without any memory of it.”
Jesus Christ. This was the most insanity I’d heard, since I got caught up in Tori’s world.
“So, to get this straight in my head… you were raped by a monster, using a drug that lets you feel every evil thing he’s doing… and you guys decided to make it part of your sex life?”
She looked almost haunted. “You make it sound so bad, but it’s not. It’s… it’s beautiful. It gives me the power, so I can enjoy it, and Ryder gets to be with me, in the only way I can. It’s exactly what we need.”
I let out a breath, my mind racing a million miles an hour all of a sudden. What was she getting me into again?
“Why are you telling me this, Tori?”
“Uh… because… because people are messing about in Ice’s room, and they’re going to find the stash of this stuff, and if they do, they’re going to misjudge him. Or think he’s into harder stuff than he is. Ryder told me about the club. About their strict rules with regard to hard drugs. They don’t want members so messed up out of their heads, that stealing and resorting to random violence is how they get their next fix. Apparently it used to be bad like that. Before Reacher.”
I wanted to scream at her, because she’d just put me in an awful position. By knowing this, every time I didn’t tell Reacher, I’d be lying to him. And worse, I’d be hiding something that might well help them work out what happened to Ice, or maybe why it happened at all.
“Tori, they’ve already been through his room. We gutted the place. It was a disaster area. Reacher had it cleaned, tidied, and stripped of drugs. If he had that stuff in his room, they’ve already found it.”
Tori looked like she’d pass out. “We need to get rid of it. Or… you know… hide it here.”
I knew what she meant. She wanted it here, so they could carry on with their twisted sex games, and protecting Ice would be an afterthought. I wanted to grab her and shake her for her selfishness in this moment.
“You really think Reacher won’t find out? He probably already has the doc analysing the stuff he didn’t recognise.”
“I’m hoping that it won’t get that far. Do you know where they’re keeping it?”
Jesus . “Tori, I have no idea. If I had to guess, I’d assume the doc has it. What does it even look like?”
“Syringes. Yellow liquid in syringes. They’re big syringes, not like the normal ones used for drugs. A lab created the stuff for him. A lab he owned.”
She watched me pace, but her next words sent a chill down my spine.
“I need you to get them for me. So I can hide them.”
Reacher
D amn woman wasn’t even in my room when I got back. There I was, walking back, already rock hard in my pants at the thought of burying my dick in that wet heat of hers, and taking her good and hard, and she hadn’t even stayed to wait for me.
I was pissed, but I was also horny as hell. Hornier, maybe, because she’d defied me. Because she’d pushed me for a reaction, and damn… she was gonna get one.
I waited by the door, and when she stepped inside, I grabbed her, pulling her toward me, so I could kick the door shut, then I shoved her back against it. My lips were on hers in an instant, and I pressed her back against the hard wood of the door, while I rocked my own hard wood against her.
Her breaths were gasping out already as we kissed, and when I unfastened her jeans, and shoved them down, taking her underwear with them, I stepped on the fabric when it reached her ankles, and lifted her out of them, taking her stupid ass flip flops at the same time.
“Jesus, Reacher.”
“Free my dick, right fucking now,” I snapped, grabbing her mouth with mine again. She fumbled at my waist, and it seemed to take way too long, but the moment her warm hand wrapped around my dick, I moved, hitching her up in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I slid her down onto my cock. Fucking hell. It felt just as amazing as I knew it would. Every damn time was a revelation.
She let out a low moan, her pussy rippling around me.
“You were supposed to wait here for me,” I whispered in her ear, as I pinned her against the door and started fucking her. I was half pissed still, so I wasn’t gentle, every thrust slamming her against the door with a dull thud. She didn’t seem bothered by it, if the nails clawing the back of my neck were anything to go by.
“What? No quips, or insults coming from you, woman? I was getting used to those.”
“Fuck…” she gasped out. “No… breath…”
Excellent. I’d found a way to silence her, while my dick was in another hole. She used her legs to move against me, so that each thrust of my cock sank inside her to the hilt, and each time, her breath gasped out of her. It was intense, and exhausting, and totally fucking worth it.
This woman was my future, I could feel it, every moment we were together. Whether she admitted it yet or not, she was already my old lady.
Suddenly she was arching into me, and her pussy was clamping down on me, like it wanted to swallow my dick whole. It was all I’d needed to take the last of my control, and I nearly dropped us both, when pleasure rolled through me, and I started filling her with my cum. The room dimmed, and I rested my face against her neck for a few moments, taking deep breaths, as I tried to regain my composure. Had sex ever felt like this with any other woman? Why the fuck did I have to be in my late forties before I found her? Would I be able to keep up with her in the long term?
Ally moved, lowering her legs, so I could put her back on her own two feet, and that helped take the pressure off, what with my legs actually trembling slightly. Jesus. I’m getting too old for this shit, but I’m never stopping.
“Wow, Reacher. If that’s how you greet everyone, I’m going to be getting very jealous.”
I smirked, finally backing up to look at her.
“You think that’s how I greet my brothers?”
She quirked a brow. “I mean, I’d watch… don’t get me wrong, but I’d definitely be jealous of whoever was riding this big dick of yours.”
I grabbed her chin, leaning close.
“Nobody gets my dick but you. Just like nobody gets to even see your body, but me. Got it?”
She smiled, but didn’t answer, kissing me briefly, before she crouched and grabbed her clothes, and practically staggered across the room. She headed straight for the bathroom, closing the door. I actually didn’t like her distancing from me the second we’d finished fucking, but I needed a fucking sit down, so I re-fastened my jeans, and walked over to drop heavily onto the sofa.
I dug my phone from my pocket, and dialled.
“Stitch?”
“Yeah, brother.”
“You got the rota sorted yet?”
He snorted. “Uh… it’s been half an hour, Reacher. I’m getting there, but I have some slots free the next few days.”
“Good, that’s why I was asking. I want to sit with him at some point today.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Uhh… yeah, the earliest slot is tomorrow now.”
Dammit. “Fair enough. Grab me whatever’s free, and I’ll take Ally with me if she’s up for it.”
He cleared his throat. “In terms of finding someone who can pick up Ice’s duties, I’m struggling. Most of our guys can use a smartphone, but that’s where their skills begin and end. A few can do small things, but what he does… it’s next fucking level, Reacher.”
Shit. I cursed, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling.
“There has to be a solution, brother. Ice can’t handle that shit alone anymore, and that’s if he even comes back to us capable of doing it at all. We need another body in that chair.”
“I’ll do it.” I turned to look at Ally, who was standing behind me.
“What?”
She grimaced, lifting her hands to ward off whatever she saw on my face.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, Reacher, but you’re talking about someone doing the tech stuff like Ice does, yeah? I helped with tracking his phone, and I can learn other stuff. I’m no stranger to some of it.”
“Reacher?” Stitch questioned, while I stared at the woman I wanted to keep for fucking ever.
“Ally, it’d mean sticking around, woman. If you’re doing this, I need to know you’re staying.”
Stitch cursed in my ear, but otherwise stayed quiet. Yeah, he was in the middle of a really fucking private conversation with my old lady, but it was important.
“Reacher, I told you that I want to. I just I can’t guarantee that shit won’t happen that I’ll have to deal with. I don’t want to bring any trouble to the club.”
“Did she say trouble?”
Shit. She did, didn’t she? “Stitch, I’m gonna call you back, but keep asking around, just in case. Three heads would be even better than two.”
I ended the call and set the phone down on the table.
“Come here, woman.”
Ally came over to sit beside me. “Don’t ask for details, because I won’t tell you, but I had other… Tori wasn’t the only one I was earning from. And if you think what she was doing was bad… just trust me that if this comes back on me, I’ll steer it away from the club.”
“Jesus, woman. What the fuck are you caught up in?”
“That would fall under the ‘asking for details’ category, Reacher. I can’t tell you, because if you don’t know, then you can’t get caught in the crossfire.”
“Now there’s crossfire? Jesus, I’m trying to make this club’s life less complicated, not more.”
“I know, and that’s why I don’t want you to know, because I’m going to keep it away from us.”
That wasn’t an answer, and she damn well knew it, but we also both knew I was gonna find out, one way or another.