Page 31 of Reacher
“Fuck…” she gasped out. “No… breath…”
Excellent. I’d found a way to silence her, while my dick was in another hole. She used her legs to move against me, so that eachthrust of my cock sank inside her to the hilt, and each time, her breath gasped out of her. It was intense, and exhausting, and totally fucking worth it.
This woman was my future, I could feel it, every moment we were together. Whether she admitted it yet or not, she was already my old lady.
Suddenly she was arching into me, and her pussy was clamping down on me, like it wanted to swallow my dick whole. It was all I’d needed to take the last of my control, and I nearly dropped us both, when pleasure rolled through me, and I started filling her with my cum. The room dimmed, and I rested my face against her neck for a few moments, taking deep breaths, as I tried to regain my composure. Had sex ever felt like this with any other woman? Why the fuck did I have to be in my late forties before I found her? Would I be able to keep up with her in the long term?
Ally moved, lowering her legs, so I could put her back on her own two feet, and that helped take the pressure off, what with my legs actually trembling slightly. Jesus. I’m getting too old for this shit, but I’m never stopping.
“Wow, Reacher. If that’s how you greet everyone, I’m going to be getting very jealous.”
I smirked, finally backing up to look at her.
“You think that’s how I greet my brothers?”
She quirked a brow. “I mean, I’d watch… don’t get me wrong, but I’d definitely be jealous of whoever was riding this big dick of yours.”
I grabbed her chin, leaning close.
“Nobody gets my dick but you. Just like nobody gets to even see your body, but me. Got it?”
She smiled, but didn’t answer, kissing me briefly, before she crouched and grabbed her clothes, and practically staggered across the room. She headed straight for the bathroom, closingthe door. I actually didn’t like her distancing from me the second we’d finished fucking, but I needed a fucking sit down, so I re-fastened my jeans, and walked over to drop heavily onto the sofa.
I dug my phone from my pocket, and dialled.
“Stitch?”
“Yeah, brother.”
“You got the rota sorted yet?”
He snorted. “Uh… it’s been half an hour, Reacher. I’m getting there, but I have some slots free the next few days.”
“Good, that’s why I was asking. I want to sit with him at some point today.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Uhh… yeah, the earliest slot is tomorrow now.”
Dammit. “Fair enough. Grab me whatever’s free, and I’ll take Ally with me if she’s up for it.”
He cleared his throat. “In terms of finding someone who can pick up Ice’s duties, I’m struggling. Most of our guys can use a smartphone, but that’s where their skills begin and end. A few can do small things, but what he does… it’s next fucking level, Reacher.”
Shit. I cursed, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling.
“There has to be a solution, brother. Ice can’t handle that shit alone anymore, and that’s if he even comes back to us capable of doing it at all. We need another body in that chair.”
“I’ll do it.” I turned to look at Ally, who was standing behind me.
“What?”
She grimaced, lifting her hands to ward off whatever she saw on my face.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, Reacher, but you’re talking about someone doing the tech stuff like Ice does, yeah? I helped withtracking his phone, and I can learn other stuff. I’m no stranger to some of it.”
“Reacher?” Stitch questioned, while I stared at the woman I wanted to keep for fucking ever.
“Ally, it’d mean sticking around, woman. If you’re doing this, I need to know you’re staying.”
Stitch cursed in my ear, but otherwise stayed quiet. Yeah, he was in the middle of a really fucking private conversation with my old lady, but it was important.
