Page 44 of Ryder
“We had fucking phone sex, okay?”
Jaws dropped, and then they all started speaking at once, before Reacher yelled at them to shut it.
“You had phone sex with the woman who forced you to fuck her? I mean,exactly how many fucking screws are loose in that head of yours?”
I laid my head back on the cushions behind me, and stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, and trying to answer calmly, because how the hell was I supposed to know the answer to that.
“I don’t know,” I finally said, and I heard him cursing again.
“What? I don’t know why. I didn’t understand it then, and I don’t understand it now. It doesn’t make sense. She was talking to me, and saying things… about that night, and suddenly I had a fucking boner, okay?And it’s been weeks, man.Fucking weeks. I thought it was dead, but then there it was. She was already touching herself, and I guess I figured, why should she be the only one getting any pleasure this time? I deserved to fucking get off.”
Now nobody was looking at me. They were all glancing elsewhere.
“What?”
Ice smirked, pointing at my lap.Jesus. I dragged a cushion from behind me, and rested it on my lap, covering up my second boner of the day. Suddenly I’m Ron fucking Jeremy.
“Remind me to never, ever, put my face near any of his cushions,” Stitch murmured quietly, and the next thing we were all chuckling.
“Brother, you are all kinds of fucked in the head. No judgement though. You needed to do that, and thank fuck you did it out of sight of the rest of us.” Reacher was still smirking.
“If she calls again, I’ll be able to triangulate it. Might get us no further than last time, but you can use your ‘obvious charms’ to try and draw her out,” Ice said.
“Yeah, because that worked really well today.”
He was watching me, his head tilted.
“I need to get to that alleyway. I reckon the bitch has a camera on the outside too. Maybe it’s still active even now.”
Suddenly people were moving, and there was a plan, and I ignored them, because I was still hiding my hard cock under that cushion.Jesus.
Finally only Torch and Has-Been remained, both taking a seat on the sofa. I stared at them with frustration, wondering why the fuck they didn’t go too, so I could take care of business.
“Oh… did you want to watch?”
I received identical smirks, and middle fingers from both of them, and groaned, resting my arms over the cushion, trying to hide how desperately I wanted to jerk off again.
“What?”
Has-Been glanced at Torch, then looked back at me. He still looked hurt.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me, brother? I could have helped.”
Jesus.“I didn’t want anyone to know.”
He pointed at Torch. “You told him. And Ice? Really?Icebefore me?”
They weren’t going away any time soon, clearly. I groaned, as I gave up on a few moments of fucking pleasure.
“I didn’t tell any of them. Reacher and Stitch were the only ones I told, or, I guess… they worked it out with me. They brought in Ice, and Torch.”
“So nobody thought that I could be useful?”
Torch elbowed him. “Will you stop being a little bitch? It was a difficult situation. Really not something a man would want to tell his friends.”
“Yeah, I get that. You think I don’t realise that? I’m saying I could have fucking helped!” Has-Been snapped, standing up and wandering into the kitchen. He rummaged around, and I heard the kettle being switched on.
“Has?”
