Page 69 of Reacher
“I love you, Ally. I’m not giving you up.”
His words were a heated whisper in my ear, as he moved his mouth to my neck, and kissed, and sucked at my skin. Every roll of his hips against mine was a delight, rubbing perfectly at my clit, as he teased that magical spot inside me in rhythmic movements. Who knew that this could feel better than the frantic fucks we’d shared? My orgasm built slowly, and every glide into me pushed me a little closer. It made every inch of me tingle, in readiness for the flow of pleasure that would awaken every nerve ending.
A low groan from Reacher told me he was close, and his lips closed over mine again, just as I finally tipped over the edge,and felt that burning rush of bliss that singed its way through me, my body arching up against his. He caught every one of my pleasured moans with his lips, and then he followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he filled me with his release. His eyes stayed on mine as he came, and I felt like we’d just connected on a new level, an even deeper one. Damn right his club wouldn’t keep us apart, because I wouldn’t allow it, any more than he would.
But I wouldn’t let him quit his position, or lose his family. I’d win them over, even if it freaking killed me.
Reacher
Welaytogetherafterwhat can only be described as lovemaking, and fuck me, I didn’t know it could feel so intense. I’ve always been of the ‘fuck hard, come hard’ mentality, but that was something new, and I liked it. Maybe it was because we’d both finally admitted to our feelings. Hell if I know.
What I did know, was that she was never leaving my fucking side. If I couldn’t have her as my old lady, in my club’s eyes, then I’d marry her the old fashioned way. Get my name on her skin privately. She’d still be mine. The club just wouldn’t recognise her status. Fuck, I wanted her recognised though. She deserved to be recognised. She deserved to be fucking worshipped. The hell she’d been through in her life, and she was still standing. If she wasn’t meant to be mine, then I was meant to be alone, because I’d never met a more perfect fit for me.
“You’re too quiet. It either means you’re dwelling on shit, or you’re plotting, and if you’re plotting, I want in.”
I snorted. “Woman, I’m just trying to remember how to breathe.”
She giggled quietly, resting a hand on my chest.
“Take it easy, old man. Try not to croak on me just yet.”
I rolled my head, meeting her eyes.
“Careful. I might be exhausted, but I can probably still slap that ass for you.”
She sighed and curled into me, her face against my chest and her breaths heating my skin. I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“We’ll figure this shit out, woman. I refuse to lose you. I mean, how the hell do I live the rest of my life without you beside me? I’m not even gonna try.”
She nuzzled my chest. This right here, it was the most intimacy we’d indulged in during the time we’d been together. Normally we fucked, and we moved on, but I liked this. It felt fucking right.
“Reacher?”
Stitch poked his head into the room, glanced around and cursed, covering his eyes.
“You better have a good fucking reason for eyeballing my old lady naked.” I pulled the bedding over Ally as best I could.
Stitch was still holding a hand over his eyes.
“I knocked three fucking times, brother. You want to get your ears tested, or something?”
I glanced at Ally, who shrugged and snuggled back into my chest.
“We didn’t hear you. You maybe wanna try knocking like a man next time?”
Stitch snorted. “Look, I realise this is a bad time, but apparently they want to try waking Ice up. I know you want to be there.”
Jesus. I nodded, sliding out of the bed, and grabbing for my clothes.
“I want to come too,” Ally hissed, dragging the bedding with her, as she made a move for her clothes.
“I wasn’t planning on going without you.”
I watched as she moved carefully to the bathroom, the sheet wrapped around her curves, and a bundle of clothes in her arms.
As soon as the door closed, I fastened up my jeans and glanced up at Stitch, who still had a hand over his eyes.
“It’s safe now, brother, but give me one good reason not to carve out your eyes for what you saw.”
