Page 21 of Reacher
“I mean it. Anything in here you want, you take it.”
She grinned at me. “Anything?”
I nodded, waiting for her to try and push her luck. I was too stuffed from dinner to fuck her right now, but I’d play the game, especially since I suspected I knew where this was going.
“What about your cut?”
I knew it.“You want my cut?”
She leaned closer, trailing a finger over the leather.
“What if I wanted to wear it while you’re fucking me?”
I grinned, grabbing that finger, and bringing it up to my mouth.
“Only if you let me fuck your ass while you wear it.”
And damn that woman, she just shrugged.
“Whatever.”
I honestly thought she’d say no. Most women usually argued or resisted, at least until they’d tried it, and had it done right.
“So, you’ve been fucked in the ass before then…”
Alicia grinned, winking at me. “I’ve been around the block a few times, Reacher. I’m hardly a young woman.”
Damn. “And you liked it?”
“Honestly? I like how it feels when it’s right. When the man knows what the hell he’s doing, and makes an effort to make it feel good.”
I sucked her finger into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, before I teased it with my tongue. I slowly released it, my breath catching, as she ran her damp finger down my chest.
“How do you think I’ll do? You think I’ll make it feel good?”
She caught my hand with hers, moving it down between her legs, and pressing it against the outside of her underwear, which was warm and damp.
“Does that answer your question? The thought of you taking my ass makes me really fucking horny, Reacher.”
I rubbed at her through her underwear, grinning as she dropped her head back, and moaned quietly.
“You’re lucky I seem to be horny all the time lately. It must be an effect you’re having on me.”
I pushed at the thin fabric over her pussy, easing the tip of my finger slightly inside her, soaking the gusset of her underwear at the same time. Then I lifted my hand, inhaling the scent of her arousal, before I licked her taste from my skin.
“Jesus Christ, Reacher.”
“We didn’t discuss something earlier, and we really should have.” I hated breaking the mood, but it was important.
“Oh… you must be talking about the fact that you fucked me without a condom? Or the fact that you never even considered discussing it first?”
Ouch. “I’m sorry. I should have been more responsible.”
She shrugged, failing to hide her grin.
“I have a birth control implant, so I’m covered for a while, and to my knowledge, I’m not diseased or anything.”
I grabbed her hand. “I… it’s been a while for me. Not really one for doing the club girls, although everyone has to suit up anyway to use them. Club rules.” Or rather, my rules. The previous president hadn’t cared much for the wellbeing of club girls. It was probably the reason that we only had a handful even willingto service the boys these days. Bad reputations are hard to shift, even if it’s been almost a decade since things were that bad.
