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“What can I do? Ally, just tell me, and I’ll do it.”
She reached for me, so I pulled away just long enough to tuck myself back in my pants, and then I sat on the bed, and pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. I hated it. I hated every minute of her uncertainty, and her anxiety, and her fucking fear. There had to be a way to make her feel safe again.
“Did you talk to Stitch?” She suddenly whispered, her face tilting up to mine, and I shook my head.
“He left just before I got down there, and he’s with Ice for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll catch him when he’s back.”
She nodded slowly. “It’s important. There’s been so much going on, and if there’s something wrong, he needs to know he’s not alone.”
This woman. Already loving my brothers like a President’s old lady should, and that’s with them not willing to accept her right now. In that moment, I knew that I’d do whatever it would take to convince them. No more talk of stepping down, and no talk of just marrying her. She would be my fucking old lady, and they’d fucking accept it. End of discussion.
“Reacher?”
“Yeah?”
She tilted her face again to look at me.
“Will you lay down with me for a while? I’m sure you need to rest the old ticker after that burst of excitement you just had.” I loved how she never stopped pushing me.
“You mean you’re all tuckered out from sucking my dick, and need to rest? Yeah, I’ll lay with you for a while. You know, until you get your energy back.”
“You wish.”
We lay down together with her face pressed against my chest, her breath heating up a patch of my thin t-shirt fabric, so I could feel it warming the skin beneath. I stared at the ceiling as I stroked her back quietly. She was relaxed, if a little bit squirmy beside me.
“You wet, woman?”
She giggled against my chest. “You think sucking you off is what I live for, huh?”
“Obviously, but what I’m asking is, do you need me to get you off? I’m sure you’re horny as fuck right now.”
She sighed, gliding her leg against mine in a sinuous move.
“Yeah, I am. Being beside you, and not with you, is torture.”
Tell me about it. I used my fingers to nudge her face up so I could see her eyes.
“Want me to help you out, Ally? I know you’re probably not up to being fucked yet, but I could give you a tonguing you won’t forget in a hurry.”
I literally saw the shudder that ran through her. A good shudder, I hoped.
“God… yes, I know you can.” Her words were quiet, but I felt like she’d shouted them, or maybe that was just my feeling of triumph at her admission. Damn right, I can.
I moved us carefully, rolling her onto her back so I could ease my way over her body. I peeled the towel apart, although truthfully it was barely wrapped around her at this point. It was, however, damp from her shower, so I helped her wriggle free of it, and tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom.
The waterproof bandage over her injury was just about hanging in there. I’d need to sort that once we were done. But first, her pleasure.
She was already wriggling as I started kissing her breasts, giving each nipple a suck, before I worked my way down her squirming stomach, and pressed her legs apart. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my senses, and I dipped my face into her pussy, like a man possessed.
Her first gasp was music to my ears. I rubbed my beard against her clit, enjoying the way she writhed and giggled at the same time. I didn’t wait, or go slow. I wanted her bucking and gasping, and cursing me, and I got all of that and more.
The more was the bad part though.
“Jesus, woman, where’s that blood coming from?”
Thirty-Six
Thepaincamemereseconds later. One moment I was feeling waves of pleasure, my body writhing against Reacher’s wicked mouth, and the next? He was seeing blood, and my stomach felt like it’d just been stabbed again.
