Chapter Forty-One
You know what’s the opposite of great? Having to stop fucking my woman, right in the middle of getting nice and deep inside her, and watching her eyes roll back in her head as I blow her mind with my fucking dick.
“Grease? We should go,” Jamie urged, trying to sit up and push me away. She was pushing me away? Our last chance to fuck, and she’s opting to do something other than take my dick?
“Babe, seriously?”
She smiled, stroking my cheeks, and smoothing her fingers over my pout, because yeah, I was fucking pouting. My woman got hers, and now she’s deciding that a fucking phone call is more important than me getting off. Hang on a minute.
“Is this more of the ‘you being in control’ thing? You think you’re denying my orgasms now, is that how you’re rolling, little pain?”
Jamie groaned, and dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks, which, as you can imagine, achieved one fucking thing.
I hissed a satisfied breath, because yeah, pain during sex can be fucking awesome, and I rammed deep inside her again.
It still wasn’t the yelp I’d been hoping for, because it was so cute when she did that, but it was something.
“I’m serious, Grease. This is… this could be what saves you, saves us!” Fuck me. That should be the priority, right? Not my aching dick, and my screaming balls.
“FUCK!” I shoved against the mattress, to lift off of her, and dragged my poor cock out of her.
“You’re apologising to him later,” I gritted out, grabbing clothes and tossing hers to her, as I started pulling mine on.
Was I feeling bitter as hell about missing out on getting my fucking end away?
Yeah. Of course I was. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but the stuff we just did?
That was an exercise in being edged that I tolerated, because I figured mine was coming. Literally.
“GREASE, come on, dammit!” Fists slammed against the door in quick succession, and I grabbed my boot, and tossed it in that general direction, gratified by the dull thud that followed.
“You’re being a bit petulant, Grease. Is this you bratting because you want your Mistress to spank you?”
I froze, turning to stare at the woman I’d just fucking given up control to, and couldn’t fight the grin that stretched my face, because she just said that, didn’t she?
“You said, spank… you wanna spank me, little pain? I’d allow it, but I’d fuck you like a savage after.”
Her cheeks flushed red, or redder, I should say, and she slapped my chest. She was fully dressed already, and I didn’t like it at all. This wasn’t how this fucking night was supposed to go.
I grabbed her throat, pulling her close as I stood up, and glared down at her.
“This isn’t over, little pain. You’ll be taking my cum one way or another once this call is done.”
I really hoped that would be the case, but who the fuck knew what was about to be said, if this call was so damn important.
“GREASE!”
Fuckers. I grabbed my fallen boot on the way to the door, and slipped it on.
“I guess we’ll go see what they’re having a hissy fit about. Better be good, because they fucked up my one night in heaven for it.”
Jamie giggled, catching my free hand, as I pulled the door open with the other. Huh. I glanced down at her with surprise, because it was an unexpectedly sweet gesture from the woman who preferred handing me my ass, with a side order of snark.
“We’re going to survive this, Grease, I just know it.”
I wished I had her confidence, but then as someone who hadn’t lived the mafia life, of course she thought there was a chance.
We joined Micro and Torch in the living room, and they both flipped me off, while Reacher was having a rant about assholes keeping him waiting, and bullshit like that.
“PRES! Yeah, he’s here now, you wanna yell at him instead?” Torch smirked at me as I sat down, and dragged my woman into my lap. If she thought was even going to sit a few inches away from me, she was wrong. I was still hard too, so it did everyone a favour to hide that fact.
“Grease, I can sit in the chair,” she protested, as I tightened my arms around her.
“You’ll sit right there on my cock where you belong,” I replied, ignoring Micro’s facepalm, and Torch’s snort of laughter.
“If they’re fucking while I’m on the phone, they can fend for themselves,” Reacher snapped, over the slightly staticky line.
“Hey Pres, how’s it hanging?” I asked, winking at my woman as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah yeah, very funny,” he muttered, clearing his throat, “I’ve been talking with the Don.”
Uh oh. I sat up straighter, and probably mirrored my woman’s nervous expression.
“Yeah? Bet that was pleasant for you.”
I swear I heard the fucker laugh, but he didn’t let on that he was amused in his next words.
“You fucked up big time, Grease. You know what he said to me?”
I could pretty much figure it out, so I cleared my throat, putting on that cultured voice that irritated me so much when I heard it from The Don.
“Tesio made a big mistake. He betrayed the family. He betrayed his honour. I want his heart on a plate, with some fava beans and a nice-”
“You really think pissing around is the answer?” Reacher interrupted, and I sighed.
“What else is left, Pres? I fucked up. I know we all know that. I put a woman before the family. I couldn’t let them kill her. I don’t see why a guy like you doesn’t appreciate that fact. You’d have done the same.”
“Yeah, and that’s exactly what I told the insufferable prick, right before I told him that our long standing collaboration could be on the line here.”
Wait. What? I sat up straighter, and shared shocked looks with Micro and Torch.
“You did what?”
Jamie’s eyes widened at me, and I could see relief there, but this wasn’t the right course of action. Not by a long way. Getting on the Don’s bad side was always a mistake.
“Fuck. Don’t do that. Go back to him. Tell him you get it, and you’re gonna keep things going with him.”
“What? I don’t deal with assholes who’ll kill their…
ahem… okay, maybe that’s not strictly true, although consider this.
The biggest betrayer we ever had in our club is now President of a new chapter.
” Micro rolled his eyes at me, because yeah, he’d almost denounced the exact behaviour they almost took part in.
But that’s the thing. Micro fucked his club over, and they could have killed him.
Should have. Only what they did instead was to give him a chance to redeem himself. To prove his loyalty to the club.
I wished mafia life could be that fucking simple.
“I’m serious, Reacher. Don’t risk yourselves with the Don over me. I’m not worth it.”
Jamie
My little ray of hope had been shot down by Grease’s words, but I could also see the truth in what he was saying.
The club shouldn’t burn their bridges because of one man, even him.
Even the man I had fallen for along the way.
Love had grown out of the hate, or bitter dislike.
The whole two sides of the same coin thing made so much sense now.
We’d spun that coin, and lived both sides of it, but where we were now?
If we even had just one night? I’d risk it all again for that.
“I think he’s right, Reacher,” I said, gasping and putting my hand over my mouth, because I didn’t know the man, and I was addressing him like we were friends, or colleagues, maybe associates. We were none of those things though.
“I’m speaking to the lady in the middle of this?” He asked, and I saw Grease glare at the phone.
“If you say a single fucking thing that I don’t like-”
“Rein it in, boy, it’s not my first fucking time being a man. Okay, look, I don’t particularly want to be out of the Don’s favour, but I also don’t like how much control he’s trying to take over my club’s chapters. Micro, what are your thoughts on this?”
We all fell silent, and Micro swallowed hard.
“Uh… Well, I’m against Grease dying for love…”
Torch snorted, slapping Micro’s shoulder.
“Aw he’s such a romantic.”
“Actually, it’s the opposite, if you consider his words-”
“Ahem. If we could stick to helpful ideas, that’d be good,” Reacher interrupted me, and we fell silent once more.
“Ideas, people, come on.”
Grease groaned, pulling me tighter against him, like even a small gap between us was physically painful for him.
“Look, I made my bed, and I’d kinda like to lay in it before I die. I appreciate you all putting your heads together, to try and fix what I fucked up, but I don’t want this affecting anyone else. I have to take what’s coming. What’s the saying, PC Pain? Do the crime, do the time?”
I put my hand over his mouth and rested my forehead against his.
“I don’t think anything useful comes out of this mouth, Grease. Why don’t you shut it and let the adults talk?”
The other three chuckled, but Grease just parted his lips and licked my fingers. Perv.
“Thing is, it will affect all of us. Right now, Grease is our tech genius, and if he’s gone, that leaves the Hampshire chapter unprotected,” Micro said, dragging our attention back to him.
The poor guy looked worn out, and unshaven, and frustrated.
I figured he was probably missing his woman too, who I understood was pregnant, because I’m observant and I’d noticed.
Not just her little stomach, but the way he practically circled her when she moved, like he was trying to protect her from all angles.
“Not only that, but I kinda like the prick,” Torch added, “and his talents help both chapters. I mean, he really works well with Ice, and that’s a fucking challenge in itself.”
Reacher chuckled. “I think the main point is that we all like the bastard, and need to find a solution that means he gets to live, along with that little lady of his.”
Grease lifted my fingers away from his mouth.
“And I’ll thank you fuckers to not besmirch my family name.
I had parents, just… didn’t get to be with them long.
So, I’m no bastard.” Before I could say a word, he lifted my hand back to his mouth, but instead of covering his lips again, he dragged his tongue along my fingers, and sucked them into his mouth.
“Jesus fuck. These two are getting it on over there,” Torch muttered as he angled away from us, and Micro grinned widely.
“I like how this guy’s being all fucking coy, but I’ve literally watched him fucking women. Word of warning, his ass never gets any sun. It’s horrifying.”
“Hey, fuck you.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Can we PLEASE focus. Putting you two together for this was a mistake, I can tell.” They exchanged grins.
Grease released my fingers, grinning at the way I was practically wriggling in his lap, because it’s oddly erotic for a man to suck on your fingers like that, especially in a room with other people.
Did I have an exhibitionist kink? No… but then I thought that about being in control in the bedroom too, and that was awesome.
“Look, I appreciate you all going to bat for me, for us, but I don’t want any blowback on any of you.”
“Yeah, that sounds positively filthy. No thanks to blowback, especially if it’s his,” Torch said, jerking a thumb at Micro, who barked a laugh and slapped his hand away.
A long suffering sigh from Reacher was the only response from over the phone.
“As I was saying… seriously, these two are the best you could send with us?”
“I’m taking time away from my old lady for this, dickface.”
“So am I,” Micro blustered, “and Soph’s pregnant. I don’t like her alone like this.”
“I mean, she literally has a doctor staying with her, but whatever,” Torch replied, and I found myself giggling. They were like an old married couple.
“The fact remains that we don’t have a solution for you yet, Grease. The two of you should remain in hiding, until-”
“What I need is to talk to the Don face to face.”
We all stared at Grease in horror, because that was the last damn thing he should do! He may as well wear a t-shirt with a big target on it.
“He’d get killed!” I exclaimed, but I wasn’t the only one arguing with him.
“No. This is something he’d respect. It’s about coming to him like a man, and putting my life in his hands. I think he’d find it harder to order my death when he looks me in the eye too. He practically fucking raised me.”
“I personally think you’re insane, but what do I know about mafia shit?” Torch said, and then Reacher cleared his throat, and we all waited for him to tell Grease he was an idiot.
“I know where the Don will be tomorrow afternoon. Let us get you in there to see him, just, let’s try to do it in a way that doesn’t get anyone killed.”
Damn him. I was hoping for a hell no instead.