Eighteen
I f they thought that they’d heard the worst of it, they were wrong. Oh god, I didn’t want to tell them, because, of all the dumb things I’d done in my life, this was the worst. The one that could now kill his damn club too.
“Ally, Jesus… just spit it out.”
I sighed, clenching my fists at my sides. Time for the words that’ll lose me the man I fucking love, once and for all.
“I hid… I hid some… The last delivery I was supposed to transport for them. I uh… I hid it.”
They exchanged a shocked look.
“So they’re not after you for money, or not just for that, at least. You have some of their product too?”
I backed up a few steps, because suddenly the room felt too small, and I needed space.
“I uh… I led them to believe that I had an accomplice, and they had the drugs, and if anything happened to me, the drugs would disappear. They’re valuable. It… it was the entire delivery of heroin.”
The silence that fell was deafening, and terrifying. Stitch stood up, stroking his beard as he stared at me, his expression incredulous. Reacher, meanwhile, was scarily silent.
“You’ve stolen hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of heroin… from a drug cartel… and you came here knowing this? Knowing that you were bringing all of this shit on us? Are you out of your mind?”
Reacher glared at him, but he was still glaring when he turned to me.
“Ally… where are the drugs?”
I gave him the same answer I gave the cartel.
“Somewhere safe, and they only get them back when I’m somewhere safe.”
Reacher cursed. “Did it occur to you that you’d be safer if you just gave them back their buttload of drugs?”
Jesus. I was going to have to tell them everything, and I shuddered at the thought of him; the one I was now hiding from.
“Look… I’m not proud of it, but… I kinda had a thing with one of the cartel guys, before I tried to turn them in, and… and he’s the reason I’m not dead. He’s the reason that they gave me time to find the money, and return their drugs to them. Without him, they’d have killed me, and probably gone after my mother, thinking they’d flush out my supposed partner. It was a mess, but… yeah… if not for him, I’d be dead already.”
Reacher looked angry again, there’s a shocker. Possessive bastard.
“You slept with one of these assholes? Are you still into him? You gonna go back to him when this is all fucking over?”
“Seriously? I tell you all of this, and all you care about is whether I’m still gonna ride some other guy’s dick?”
He did that thing again, where he grabbed my throat, and leaned down to glare right into my eyes.
“The only dick you’ll be riding is mine, woman. You ever touch another guy, and I’ll kill him.”
I darted my eyes in Stitch’s direction, and smirked at Reacher.
“So… if I happen to touch Stitch, you’ll kill him?”
“Fucking hell!”
Reacher ignored Stitch’s outburst, his eyes firmly on mine.
“You trying to push me for a reaction, woman? You think that every time I say something, you have to try and prove me wrong? Just be fucking careful who you choose to test me with, because I don’t want to lose one of my brothers, but I’ll cut off any hand that touches you.”
I glared back at him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’d kill any man I touch? It was all just talk?”
“You really want me to kill Stitch? After I just told you that he’s the most important person to me within my club? Is that really the kind of woman you are?”
“Just saying, I’m not touching anyone’s old lady, Reacher.” Stitch was glaring at me, and staying a few feet away, with his arms folded.
“Get some sleep, brother. Church at eight.”
Stitch looked at his watch and cursed.
“Seriously? It’s four now.”
Reacher hesitated for a moment.
“Nine then. Go.”
Stitch was muttering away as he left, and once the door was closed, Reacher moved, backing me up against the wall I’d been retreating to until he grabbed me again.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shove you up against that wall right now, and fuck you like a savage. You’ve really pissed me off tonight, woman. I’ve got some frustration to burn, and it’s gonna get rough.”
Yes. Finally . I rested a hand over the fingers he’d wrapped around my throat.
“I’m not sure you’ve got the energy for any of that, old man. It’s kinda late for you.”
His smirk was my only warning, before he reached down and gripped me hard between my legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re going to walk funny all day tomorrow.”
I squirmed against his hand. “I think I’d need you to prove it, old man. I’m not exactly taking much on faith right now.”
He cursed, tightening his grip on my throat.
“You ever gonna stop pushing me, woman?”
I wanted to point out that he should be glad I cared enough to even try, but instead, I leaned forward as far as I could move, and teased his lips with my tongue.
“You ever gonna start fucking me, old man?”
Reacher
S he wanted to push me. She wanted me to be rough, maybe even aggressive, but I was so close to the fucking edge that I’d struggle to hold back. The question was, how much could she take? How much would give her pleasure, before she had to tell me to ease up?
I sucked on her tongue briefly, and then I pulled back.
“You can use the word ‘mercy’, for when it gets to be too much, woman.”
She smirked, clearly certain that she’d never use the word. I pulled her away from the wall, and shoved her against it face first, hoping that I wasn’t hurting the bruises on her face as I did it.
Her palms flattened against the wall, and she arched her back, begging me to fuck her.
I reached around the front of her jeans and unfastened them, shoving them down, along with her underwear. Fucking underwear. I should burn every damn pair she owned.
“Step out.” She followed my instruction, and it left her in her heeled ankle boots which looked sexy as hell, so I left her wearing them. Freeing my dick from my own jeans, I shoved a boot between her feet, to spread her legs, and then I dragged my dick through the wetness she was producing. For me. Because she wanted my fucking cock inside her.
“What got you so wet, huh, woman? Was it the fact that you knew I was gonna fuck you? Or was it the arguing? I think you like the fire. I think it gets you off!”
I dipped my fingers deep inside her, soaking them with her pussy juices, before I slammed my dick inside her and started fucking her, trapping her between my hard body and the wall.
Every gasp or grunt that was forced out of her was music to my ears. Easing back, so I could get my hand between us, I teased at that naughty asshole of hers, sliding my fingers around and then inside, priming her for me.
“God, yes…” Her response was exactly what I was looking for. After finger-fucking her ass with two fingers, I slid out of her pussy, and aimed my dick right at that tight hole while she wriggled at me.
“Your pussy is mine, woman. And this ass? Nobody goes near this. It’s mine and mine only. Any man you’ve fucked before doesn’t exist anymore, not if you want him to survive. Your body is mine. I’m claiming you, and I’m claiming all your fucking holes.”
My words were harsh whispers in her ear, as I started easing my dick inside her ass. Fucking that sweet pussy of hers wasn’t enough right now. I had to claim every part of her. Just as I was claiming every minute, hour, and second of her fucking future.
“Yes, Reacher… god, yes…” Thank fuck she wasn’t arguing.
“After I fuck your ass, and fill it with my cum, you’re coming up to our bed, and we’re going to try to sleep for a few hours. Then I plan to wake you up with my dick firmly inside you again.”
She shuddered in my hold, letting out a low moan, as I pulled back and filled her with my cock once again. I wasn’t holding back. I fucked her ass as hard as I’d fucked her pussy.
“You wanna come, you better start playing with your clit, or I’m going to finish and leave you wanting, because I’m still pissed at you.”
Her hand moved quickly, and her moans grew longer, as she started pushing herself to the climax that I still wasn’t sure she deserved. All the lies. All the holding back from me. That shit was over now. Never again. Another lie would destroy us forever.
I rammed into her ass over and over, tilting her hips further, to get as deep as I possibly could, cursing out loud when I suddenly came, hard enough that my legs trembled, and I had to slam a hand against the wall to steady myself. Her body arched, whimpers issuing from her mouth, as she made herself come seconds later.
She sagged in my hold, and I barely held us both up, a wave of exhaustion flowing through me, chasing the waves of pleasure.
“Jesus.” My word was merely a breath, panted out right by her ear.
She giggled. “I think someone’s getting too old for this shit.”
I pulled back, my softening dick sliding out of her, and then I slapped her ass cheek hard.
I received a fierce glare in response, and then we gathered up our clothes, dressed, and went to my bed like I’d pretty much fucking decreed. I think I fell asleep before my head even touched the pillow.