Epilogue One
R eacher led me back to our room; our married fucking room. We just got married! I was still in shock, and kind of bemused. His club had made it clear that they didn’t approve of me as his old lady, but somehow I was allowed to be his wife? It made no sense to me, but I had a sneaky feeling that Reacher would make that happen too.
“Woman? Wife? ”
I felt a rush of warmth at his words, in particular, the word wife; I liked the word on his lips.
“So do I still call you old man, or husband now? Oh… old husband? No, that sounds wrong… I guess I’ll just surprise you.”
He was grinning too, looking happier than I’d seen him in as long as I’d known him.
“Never stop pushing me, Ally. I need you to do exactly what you’ve been doing, for the rest of our days. Think you can manage that?”
I sat down on the bed, and slipped my boots off, before I stood up again and lifted my top off.
“Uh Reacher?” He was just watching me, leaning against the wall, one hand idly stroking himself through his jeans.
“Yeah?”
“You are gonna consummate this marriage thing, right? I mean, you are up to fucking? Or do we need to put you down for a nice nap first?”
His growl was the perfect response. He pushed away from the wall and stepped up in front of me, gripping my chin firmly.
“Woman, you’re gonna need a fucking nap after I finish with you.”
I couldn’t wait. I helped him out of his clothes, as if his hands couldn’t possibly manage the task alone, and then he helped me wriggle out of my stupid, practically-painted-on jeans. He cursed at them as he tossed them aside.
“How the fuck can something that looks so fucking good be such a pain in the ass?”
Then he laughed. “Hell, I can’t work out if I’m talking about you or the jeans, woman.”
“Um… I believe you meant to call me ‘wife’, while you were insulting me, and my clothes.”
He moved quickly, easing me down onto my back on the bed.
“Keep sassing me, and I’ll consummate our marriage by fucking your ass.”
I wriggled beneath him.
“You say that like it’s meant to be a threat, old man… I don’t think you have the stamina to fuck me, and you’re just buying time to get back on form. Probably took it out of you, all that getting married and undressed…”
He placed a hand over my mouth.
“I forgot to shove my cock between these lips to shut you up, woman. Shall I remedy the situation?”
I replied by biting his finger.
“Fucking vixen.” His lips very bravely landed on mine, and then he was kissing me like I’d wanted him to kiss me for so fucking long.
Reacher
I fucking married her. Fuck the club, if they won’t let her wear my tattoo, she’ll wear my damn ring until I win them over, and I will. Nobody is going to stand between me and my fucking woman.
And in this moment, as I was kissing the fuck out of her, all I could think was, I’ve waited too long to get my dick inside her again. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t speak, but I wasn’t opposed to keeping my hand over her sexy mouth, even if she decided to bite. Maybe because I knew she fucking would.
“Reacher?” I didn’t realise I’d pulled back.
“Are you about to sass me again?”
She smiled. “Always, but I just wanted to say I love you, and I really want you inside me. It’s been too long.” Sincerity rang out with every word, and then she shrugged.
“Or I can get myself off, if you’re not up to the task.”
There’s my woman. My old lady, as soon as possible. My wife , for fucking ever.
I lifted one of her legs over me, and slid inside her in one swift move. No preamble, no checking if she was ready, because I knew she’d be slick and desperate for me. All of that sass was just her idea of foreplay.
“God yes, Reacher. Don’t hold back.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I’d waited so fucking long, and I was no longer just fucking the woman I love. I was fucking my wife. She was wearing my ring, and soon she’d wear my fucking name.
I tucked one hand around the back of her neck, and kept my eyes on hers as I fucked her, wanting to see everything as she took me deep inside her, over and over, our bodies sliding together as we fought for our release, our own and each other’s. To come together, to seal the deal of our marriage.
“Dammit, Reacher, I’m so close, I’m so fucking close.”
“What are you waiting for, woman? Permission? Applause?” She let out a light giggle, and then she crested, her body undulating against mine, as she rippled around my dick. Fuck… I followed her seconds later, my body sated and relaxed.
I rolled, taking her with me, so we were still connected, even as my dick started to soften inside her.
“Mine forever, woman. No escape now.”
She rolled her eyes, unable to keep from smiling.
“I guess I can handle that. If I have to.”
I grinned. “You have to. As my wife, you’re gonna have to do a lot of ‘handling’.”
She nuzzled my neck, her breath warming my sweat-covered skin.
“As long as you can keep up with me, old man.”
“As long as you stop fighting your orgasms, Ally. What the fuck was that? I could feel you pulling back. I could see it in your eyes.” I knew it wasn’t because she didn’t want me, so what the hell was it?
She sighed heavily. “I was afraid.”
“Of what?” I needed to see her eyes, angling her head up, using her hair, because I loved my fists buried in it.
She blinked slowly, watching me.
“Of pain. Last time... last time, when I was still injured… I guess it played on me. Even though I know the stitches are gone, I was afraid that it’d hurt again, or do damage inside.”
Fuck me. That hadn’t even occurred to me.
“And are you okay? Do you need the doc?”
Her smile was suddenly so bright.
“I’m okay, Reacher. I… how about the old ticker?” She pressed her palm against my chest, feeling the still-pounding rhythm of my heart.
“All good, wife. They told me exercise was good for it, and sex with you is always a fucking challenge.”
And then the challenge was right there in her eyes.
“So you should probably do it as much as possible? If you can uh… perform again so soon, old husband man.”
And what do you know? Rising to the challenge was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
THE END
See Epilogue Two for a taste of Ice’s story…