Ten
I could practically feel Reacher’s rage from across the room as he stood in the doorway of his office, and glowered at everyone within range. Something was wrong, and I was worried that they’d already discovered the missing drugs. I wasn’t sure how bikers dealt with stuff like this, and the only person I could ask was Reacher himself. I took a deep breath and approached him, watching his eyes land on me, and stay there.
“Everything okay?” I’d seen Doc striding out of there, so it was the only thing it could be. He jerked his head back at the office, telling me to join him there. Shit, had I been caught on a camera or something? I started desperately trying to think of excuses for what I did. Preferably without dropping anyone in the shit.
I closed the door behind me, and watched Reacher go and sit down. He waved a hand at me. He’d done this once before, and all he’d wanted that time was to hold me in his lap, like it gave him some kind of comfort. Helped him calm down. That was before we’d been fucking though. Was it what he wanted this time? Or did he want to fuck me on his desk? Truthfully I was open to either.
“Ally, please.”
I walked around the desk, and he dragged me into his lap, his arms tight around me. He pressed my head against his chest, and rested his chin on top.
He let out a few heavy breaths, his body shuddering slightly. He was definitely freaking out about something. He had so much weight on his shoulders, and I’d added to it, albeit grudgingly.
“Are you okay?”
He shushed me, just holding me tightly against him, and the longer it went on, the more worried I became.
“Oh god, is Ice okay?” He released me, letting me lift my head to look at him. He looked shaken, upset, stressed. The poor man just kept taking on more and more, but how much could one man take?
“Reacher?”
He finally spoke, exhausted resignation all over his face.
“Ice is the same, I think. This isn’t about him. It’s about what the fuck Ryder’s been up to. That stupid fucking son of a bitch.”
Oh. Damn. “Do you want to tell me?”
He shook his head. “It’s… it’s messed up. Worst part of it is, it falls on me now. I know about what they’re doing now, so I have two choices. Turn a blind eye, and let them keep fucking each other up, even risking Ryder’s health. Or… or I add a new clause to the club rules, forbidding exactly what they’re doing, and risk destroying their relationship, or losing them for good. Jesus. There’s no right answer here.”
He shouldn’t have this on his shoulders, with everything else. I hated myself for my part in any of this extra weight on him right now.
“I guess it comes down to what’s going to hurt the club more, right?”
Reacher groaned. “And to make matters worse, someone has been in and stolen the damn drugs they were using, and it had to be him. Only a few of us knew they even existed. Let alone that they were locked away in the infirmary.”
Shit . “Drugs?”
Reacher stared at me.
“Can we just put this aside for now, and do something else? I need to not think about it right now. I need distance for a while.”
I smiled widely at him, fighting the guilt piling on my shoulders too.
“Want me to suck your dick, old man?”
He burst out laughing. “Please don’t ever fucking change, Ally, and yes. Only this time I’m gonna fuck your sassy mouth, okay?”
I was so okay with that so, nodding eagerly, I slid from his lap, down onto my knees on the carpet. I reached for his pants, and he slapped my hands away.
“Hands behind your back, Ally. I’m doing the driving this time.”
Did it make me wetter? Knowing that he wanted to own my mouth, while I just had to take it? Fuck yes. This man was an animal, and he was bringing out the animal in me too.
Reacher stared down at me as he unfastened his jeans, and pushed them down far enough to free his dick from his underwear. It was hard, and rigid, weeping at the tip, and I couldn’t wait to taste it again.
“Open your mouth, Ally, and take a deep breath while you can, if you know what’s good for you.” I practically squirmed at his tone. There was just enough growl in his voice to make me soak my underwear, or soak it more . It really didn’t take much around him.
I stared at him for a moment, watching him clench his jaw, before he grabbed my chin.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
God yes. I obeyed, and it was instantly filled with his dick, pressing past my lips, and gliding over my tongue. Because he’s a nice size, it quickly entered my throat, cutting off my breathing. I moaned at the feeling of being gagged with his dick. His hands closed around the back of my head, stopping any attempt at retreat.
“Eyes on mine, Ally. I want to see them widen as you fight the desperate urge to pull away because you can’t breathe.” Holy shit. I didn’t know he had this side to him.
I saw so much heat, and need in his eyes, that it made me want to ride my fingers as he fucked my mouth. I was so wet. So desperate to be touched.
Reacher eased back, letting his dick fall from my lips, while I gasped in a few breaths.
“Okay?”
I nodded, wetting my lips as I waited for him to take my mouth again.
“Good. I’m not done, woman. Open up.” I grinned, opening up again for him. This time, he fisted my hair, and rammed his dick in hard, making me gag on it. I took every thrust, every deep ruthless plunge, and kept my eyes on Reacher’s, as he fucked my mouth and throat as efficiently as he’d fucked every other part of me. Every groan, every time his jaw clenched, or his head tilted back, every time his eyes closed… it was all beautiful to me. It was pleasure. Enjoyment. Satisfaction. And I was the reason. I always wanted to be the reason for it.
He came suddenly, and without warning, or at least I’d been so caught up in the way it made me feel to be owned like that, that I just didn’t realise it was coming. I swallowed down every spurt of his salty release, and he finally released my head, and let me move. I moved slowly, using my tongue to clean his dick as I did, while his hands gently stroked my hair, and caressed my cheeks.
Finally I sat back on my heels. I was still breathing hard, and so wet and needy, that I prayed he wasn’t going to be one of those ‘I got mine, now bugger off’ kind of men. I didn’t think he was, but for a moment he just stared at me, as he tucked his dick back in his underwear, and fastened his jeans back up. He grinned slowly.
“On a scale of one to ten, how fucking wet are you, woman?”
I still had my hands behind my back, which surprised me, but I think I’d even forgotten that I had arms in those moments, when things were so intense and raw.
I moved them to my knees, but what I really wanted to do was shove them both inside my underwear, and get myself off.
“I’m not even on that fucking scale, Reacher.”
He smirked. “Not wet at all then? Don’t need me to get you off?”
Prick. I glared at him.
“Do I need to get myself off, old man? Are you all tuckered out? Needing an afternoon nap?”
He laughed, reaching down to grab my hair, knowing I’d move with him as he guided me up onto my feet. I was pretty sure I’d always move where he wanted me, because I knew he’d bring so much pleasure.
“Sit on the desk.”
I did, I mean, who the hell would argue right now?
Reacher made short work of removing my jeans and underwear, pressing a hand in the centre of my chest, to push me back, onto my elbows.
“Stay there, wench.”
I giggled breathlessly, watching him as he settled in his chair, and positioned himself in front of me. The first touch of his beard against my clit made me tremble. I knew he wouldn’t let me down.
Reacher slid his fingers through my oozing wet pussy, and groaned.
“So fucking wet, Ally. How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with you? You’re insatiable.”
I shuddered again, as he glided his fingers back and forth, before pressing them deep inside me. Two fingers, no waiting. It felt amazing.
“This is how much you like sucking my dick, huh? Really gets you hot.”
I’ve never been one to bite my tongue, have I?
“I could take it or leave it. It’s okay…”
He smirked in response. “Sassy lady. Even after a faceful of cock, you’re still running that mouth.”
“Are you gonna do something about all that moisture I created for you, Reacher? Or is it going to waste? Maybe I won’t even bother getting wet next time.”
He grinned, lowering his face to my pussy once more.
“Oh, you’ll be wet, woman. You just can’t help yourself.” His tongue started teasing my clit, and those two fingers he’d lodged inside me started thrusting, and then three plunged deep. I couldn’t stay still, writhing about on his desk, probably dripping all over it, while he feasted on me. The things this man could do with his mouth…
Reacher
S he came hard, practically fucking soaking me in the process. The woman couldn’t hide a damn thing when she was horny. I licked my fingers, relishing not only the taste of her, but the way her eyes fixed on me as I did.
Honestly, I didn’t think she realised just how fucking amazing she was. She was like a goddess, more sexual than any woman I’d ever met, and she was so comfortable with it. She just said what she was thinking, and didn’t hide what she wanted.
“How am I supposed to sit at this desk after this, and not picture you spread out like this, spilling pussy juices all over it? I’m gonna be able to taste you, every time I sit here, fighting a fucking boner, while I try to do my job.”
She sat up, straightening her t-shirt with shaky fingers.
“If you get really desperate, you can always lick the desk. You might still be able to taste me.”
Jesus Christ, this woman.
I helped her back into her clothes, not wanting to risk a single second longer, in case some idiot barged into my office. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time. Speaking of idiots, it was time to go see what Ryder said when I confronted him about the missing drugs.
I left Alicia to go and reorder whatever the hell we were going to eat in the bar, and I headed up to Ryder’s room. It had been a hell of a day so far, and somehow we’d slipped into early evening, and I’d barely achieved anything.
I stopped outside the door, hearing a voice.
“You did what?”
Ryder sounded pissed, so I hovered for a moment, unable to keep from listening.
“I didn’t want Ice to get in trouble.” Tori sounded upset.
“No? Do you realise how much fucking trouble I’ll be in for this? Reacher is pissed at me already.”
She cursed, and then they were quiet for a moment.
“You sneaked in there? What if you’d been caught?”
Tori mumbled something, and then Ryder yelled fuck, and something slammed.
“You need to leave her out of our fucking business! How do you think Reacher’s gonna feel when he knows she fucking betrayed him? Tori, Jesus, I was okay with this shit when it was only me at risk, but this is starting to fuck up other people’s lives too!”
I leaned against the wall, my mind whirling over what they were saying. There was only one other ‘she’ here, and she’d just looked me in the eye. She’d asked me what was wrong. She’d acted like nothing was untoward, and yet she’d clearly been the one to sneak into the damn infirmary.
I slammed my fist against the wall, letting out a curse, and the room fell deathly silent, and then rapid footsteps preceded the door being wrenched open. Ryder looked horrified.
“Jesus, Pres. You better come in.”
I followed him into his room, feeling a little numb as the realisation of Alicia’s betrayal hit me. It wasn’t just that she stole the drugs for them. It even made sense, to a degree.
It was the fact that she’d just lied to me. To my face. She sat there, all innocent like, asking me what was wrong, and she fucking knew. She knew. Did she suck my dick out of pure guilt? Was it an attempt to try and make it right?
“I’m sorry you heard all that,” Ryder’s voice was low, and I felt him pressing a glass of something into my hand. Vodka. Of course. The only damn drink the bastard kept in his room.
Tori was sitting on a chair, her head in her hands.
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
I couldn’t argue with her, because so much of what had happened here lately had been.
“Pres, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have let… I would have… Jesus, I don’t know.” Ryder was at as much of a loss as I was.
Tori was watching us, her hands twisting in her lap.
“She didn’t want to do it, Reacher.”
I sighed, downing the vodka and setting the glass aside, my hands pressing on the counter.
“But she did, and then she lied. To. My. Face. ”
Ryder topped up the glass.
“Pres, she was trying to help a friend, but Tori’s right. It put her in a really difficult position. She doesn’t want to lie to you, and we forced that on her.”
“You mean I did,” Tori snapped, pushing up from the seat. She went to a drawer by their bed, and grabbed something. Crossing the room, she slammed it onto the counter in front of me. A plastic bag with those creepy ass syringes in it. I was gonna end up seeing those fucking things in my nightmares.
“Jesus.”
“This is what all of this is about, because I’m too fucked up and weak to be with the man I love. Too pathetic to let him touch me without freaking out. It was the only way that I could give him that part of me. So yeah, maybe I was selfish, but I’d do anything for Ryder.”
I glared at her. “Except try to be with him without some fucking drug in his system. Do you realise that you could be doing permanent damage to him? Physically? Mentally?”
“Pres, please. Don’t make me pick a side.”
Is he for fucking real? Does he not even see it?
“You already did that, brother. Look, keep that shit. Do whatever the fuck you want, but maybe think about long term, yeah? Long term, you can’t keep resorting to this insanity, so you need to think about what you can do to make this work, without enlisting people like Ice to sneak you illegal substances. I’m cutting him off, and that means it’ll cut you guys off too.”
“I’m trying,” Tori said quietly, her head low. Ryder moved over and stroked her hair back, kissing her temple.
“I know, baby, I know.”
“Have you even tried, I don’t know… tying him the fuck down so he can’t move? Even without drugs, he’s still your bitch, right?”
Ryder cursed, rubbing a hand over his face, but I didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks. Jesus Christ.
“You did try that, right?”
He shook his head. Fuck me, missing the obvious to go straight for fucking psychoville.
“That’s unbelievable. You guys went straight for the most dangerous way to get off, instead of trying something that simple? Hell… I won’t even judge you for that. I’d be quite happy to let Ally… fuck … Ally. I don’t know what to do about her now.”
I drank that second vodka, wondering why I was letting my shit out in front of those two. They clearly had their heads so firmly up their own asses, or each other’s, that they couldn’t see anything else. No matter who else they were hurting in the process.
I waved off Ryder’s attempt to speak, his mouth closing again.
“Forget it. Not another word. I’m… Jesus… I’m willingly turning a blind eye for now. Do what you need to do to get your shit straight, but you’re not getting any more of that stuff. I won’t allow it. I want the syringes when they’re empty, so I know you’re done with it, and then? Then it’s going in the fucking club bylaws. And Ryder? If, when Ice wakes up, it turns out that this shit had anything to do with what happened to him, I’m putting it to a vote. The club will decide if you stay or go.”
His face paled, and his shoulders slumped, but I couldn’t stay and talk about this shit anymore. It wasn’t my place to try and ease his conscience, after the way their twisted shit had fucked with so many of us.
I needed away from them, away from everything, because in one fell swoop, they’d decimated their own lives, maybe Ice’s, and mine too. See, if I couldn’t trust Ally about that, I sure as hell couldn’t trust her about anything else.