Nineteen
W hen I woke up, it wasn’t with Reacher’s dick, as promised. In fact, I was all alone in the bed. What the hell? It was growing light outside, so we’d probably had a couple of hours sleep at most. Where had he gone? Had he slept at all, or had he woken and left me? What if he’d changed his mind?
I dimly realised then that I could hear the flush going in the bathroom, and felt oddly relieved that he was still here. I slid my hand across the mattress, and felt that his spot was still warm. He hadn’t left me after all.
I listened to the water running as he washed his hands, and then when the door opened, I dipped my head, and pretended to still be asleep.
I’d turned on my side, facing away from Reacher’s side of the bed, so it was easier to pretend I was sleeping still. Do I snore? Should I be breathing louder? I had no idea.
He moved quietly, carefully, sliding back under the covers, and moving close behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin. I bit back a sigh of relief, and pretended to still be sleeping.
He wriggled a little closer, and I felt his fingers touch my hip, stroking my skin, his touch light, and teasing.
He’d insisting on both of us sleeping naked, so there were no clothes in our way, or in his way, as he started to stroke me, and tease me. I fought to keep my breathing even, but I couldn’t help the occasional flinch or gasp, at his touch.
“You’re not fooling me, woman. I know you’re awake. I knew the second I got back in bed,” his voice was low, barely a whisper.
It sent a shiver down my spine, and his warm breath against my skin was adding to the sensation.
I stayed silent, playing my game a little longer. His chuckle was very close to my ear, as he moved closer again, and I felt something hard and hot pressing against my ass.
“I wonder how long you can keep pretending… will my dick be slamming into your pussy by the time you can’t stay silent any longer? Or will it just take this…”
His fingers dipped between my legs, as he pressed tight against me, and he stroked my clit. I know my breath stuttered, and my hips moved. His beard tickled my neck, and then teeth grazed my shoulder, as his fingers continued to torture my clit.
There was no hiding his effect on me now, because I couldn’t stay still any longer, writhing in his hold, pressing back against his dick. I wanted him to fuck me again. I felt insatiable when he was around.
“Where do you want my dick, woman? You want me deep in that wet pussy of yours? I mean… you are wet, right?”
I shivered as his fingers eased into the waiting wetness, my legs opening for him, without a conscious thought. Two fingers delved into me, smoothly fucking me, and then they slid back out, teasing my clit for a moment.
“I think I want to hear you beg for my cock, woman. If you want to be fucked, I want to hear you ask for my dick. Beg me to fuck you, Ally.”
Asshole . I shrugged, and stayed silent, earning myself another of those chuckles.
His hand moved from between my legs, and I felt him moving, and then there was a low groan. His rhythmic movements were making the mattress move, as he jerked himself off right next to me, right up against my fucking ass.
“Bastard,” my response was a hissed barb, but it only made him chuckle more.
“Say you want it, and you get it, woman. I don’t want to waste my cum like this. It belongs inside you, marking you as mine.”
I rolled over to look at him. “Maybe I’ll just get myself off right next to you. How about that? You just carry on there, but be careful, before you do yourself a mischief.”
Reacher burst out laughing.
“How the fuck do you come up with that shit, woman? I’m hardly gonna do myself a mischief having a wank, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
I slipped a hand under the covers, and Reacher moved fast, rolling, and covering my body with his, moving the blankets so they weren’t trapped between us.
“Nope. Not having that. I’m gonna fuck you, just like I said I would. Can’t have you bitching all day about how I stiffed you out of it.”
“Stiffed? Pun intended?”
Reacher
I grinned, and then cursed when my fucking phone started buzzing. I ignored it, lining up with her, so I could slide my dick inside her in one easy glide, what with her being wet as hell. A few sharp thrusts had her practically fucking writhing beneath me, but that phone wouldn’t stop ringing, so I dragged her with me as I rolled over to the middle of the bed, letting her ride my dick for a few moments, before I rolled again, and pinned her to the mattress.
I pressed the speaker button on my phone, while my hard dick was still inside Ally, and her eyes were wide and shocked, staring back at me.
“What!”
I heard Stitch clear his throat.
“Uh… Pres? We’re all fucking waiting down here. You said Church at nine, right? It’s fucking nine.”
Hell. I cursed, reaching one hand over Ally’s mouth, as I gave her another hard thrust. Her eyes widened again, and then narrowed to glare at me, and I felt teeth against my skin.
I shook my head at her, thrusting again and again, filling her without mercy, as I pondered my response to Stitch. I’d never been the last one to Church, or ever been late. I was always there before all of them. No wonder he’d called to check on me.
“Uh… Stitch… slight delay here, but I’m coming…”
I heard a groan from Stitch.
“You’re fucking her right now, aren’t you? You bastard. This is out of order. I’m glad I stepped out to call you. You’ve got the whole fucking club sitting waiting for you, and you’re dicking down your old lady.”
I grinned at her. Mouthed the words ‘dicking down’, then ‘old lady’. I fucked her hard, and rode her until we both reached our release, her teeth firmly locked on my fingers over her mouth.
“You’re an asshole, Reacher. I could have died happy, never knowing what you sound like when you come. Now get down here.”
Stitch hung up and I finally released Ally’s mouth, or I tried, at least. I had to wait for her teeth to release my fingers first.
“That was so wrong,” she hissed, as soon as her mouth was free.
“Fucking good though, right?”
I rolled away from her, and took a moment to catch my breath.
“Shower with me.”
I didn’t give her a chance to argue, dragging her with me to the shower. By the time we made it down to Church, I was more than half an hour late.
Stitch was standing in the doorway, looking thoroughly pissed off.
“I could have had an extra hour’s sleep, dammit.”
I dragged Ally along with me, and watched everyone frown as she stepped inside the room with us. A non-member in the room was unheard of, and a woman, even more so, even an old lady.
“What the hell?” Someone muttered.
“Brothers… You’ve all met my old lady, Ally?”
She shot me a fierce look. “I’m not your old lady yet, mister.”
I rolled my eyes, shoving her into my seat, and standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Today, I’m choosing to share my seat with my old lady, because what we’re about to discuss is very serious, and it involves her. And Ice.”
There was more muttering, and Ryder leaned back in his chair.
“Didn’t know we could bring old ladies in here.”
“Kind of unprecedented though, innit,” Torch muttered. “Since you were the only one with an old lady here.”
The whole room fell deadly silent, and many faces turned in the direction of old Jock.
“Shit. Sorry, brother.” Torch looked horrified at his slip. Jock’s old lady had passed several years ago, and he was barely living without her. He didn’t even acknowledge any of us, or the subject of old ladies.
“Look, we’ve waited around for long enough, so can we actually get on with this?” Yeah, Stitch was pissed, and it was my fault.
“I’m sorry, brother.”
His response was a glare. Okay. Moving on.
“You’re all aware that someone was captured trying to finish Ice off in the hospital?”
Nobody looked shocked or surprised, so I didn’t have to linger on that one.
“Before the bastard breathed his last, he led us to understand that they had some connection to Ally.”
I held up a hand, as a few brothers barked out various outraged comments, and none of them were favourable in terms of my old lady. I could understand their anger, because he was their brother, and mine, and she wasn’t yet anyone to them, but she would be.
“Understand this. I will not accept any blame against my old lady, or any frustrations being taken out on her in any way. She didn’t choose to bring danger to us. If you’ll recall, she was here purely because we took her, so you’ll bite your fucking tongues and listen.”
I noticed then that there was a coffee waiting for me, but none for Ally, because of course, nobody had expected her to be in here.
I nudged it in her direction, and she grimaced.
“No thank you. That looks like sludge.” I heard a few snickers in response.
“Everyone’s a fucking critic. Okay… so the short story is that we are now being targeted by a European drug cartel, seeking a large quantity of their product, which is currently squirrelled away… somewhere .”
This time I allowed all of the ‘what the fuck’ type comments that were blurted out, before I raised a hand again.
“It should go without saying that our priority remains to be the safety of our brother, Ice, and each and every one of you. This includes Ally. She’s under our protection now.”
Nobody looked particularly happy about that fact, and Stitch shot me a worried look, as a terrible realisation hit me. If they all opposed me taking Ally as my old lady, I’d be fucked. I couldn’t go against a club decision, but then… I also couldn’t live without her. “ Fuck .” My voice was low, but Ally heard me.
She cleared her throat. “I am so fucking sorry that I brought this trouble to your door. No matter how I ended up here, I chose to stay for love. It was selfish of me, I know, but I didn’t want to lose Reacher. I would gladly swap places with Ice, and I would have gladly taken the attack that he suffered. It wasn’t his fight, and it’s none of your fight. I do get that. I was trapped in a situation, and couldn’t get out. I thought I could play them at their own game, and I fucked up.”
I squeezed her shoulder, giving her strength to continue. Everyone was listening, and surprisingly with a little more respect than they’d even shown me.
“I had a choice; die, or return their money and drugs by, uh… a few weeks ago. Then I’d probably die anyway. They lost track of me, I think, when I was brought here. I can return the drugs, but I don’t have the money I owe them, and I’m concerned that the damage is already done. That they’ll want my death either way. If it means the rest of you stay safe, I’m willing to die. I guess… I guess it would be nice if there were another way, but I don’t want anyone else hurt because of me.”
Ryder cleared his throat. “We all get caught up in shit we can’t foresee sometimes. Surely the willingness to fix it is what counts.” I was grateful for his backing, even if he was partially referring to his and Tori’s shit too.
Has-Been was beside him, and slammed a fist against the heavy table.
“I say we kick their fucking asses. I know I’m not Ice’s biggest fan, but he’s my brother, and I want to avenge him.”
There were more heads nodding than I’d expected.
“I am definitely planning on retribution, brothers, because nobody fucks with our club, and gets to tell the tale. Ally is going to help me with details, and all the shit I need, for us to plan an attack, and when we go in, we take no fucking prisoners. No fucking drug cartel is moving into our territory. This would have always come down to a turf war, so don’t let that fact escape you. Regardless of Ally’s involvement, nobody horns in on our fucking trade.”
Stitch leaned forward then, and all attention fell on him.
“Let’s not forget, without Ally, we wouldn’t even know who they were before they tried to take over. And also thanks to her, we have a pretty big fucking bargaining chip.”
My fucking brother backing me, and backing Ally, even after my asshole move this morning.
“Thank you, brothers. I know this is a fucked up mess, and I know times have been tough lately. I know that we have a brother in a serious condition right now, and our priority is getting him home, and getting him well. Beyond that, we’ll work out how to put a stop to the cartel. Now…”
I cleared my throat. “On the subject of my taking Ally as my old lady…”