Page 29 of Ice
Thirteen
Ididattempttochillin my room for the rest of the afternoon and evening, because I was shattered, just like Lissa had told Reacher. Damn… every time I thought back to her interaction with him, I was stunned.
She literally gave no fucks. She talked to Reacher like he was nobody, and I mean, to her, I guess that’s true, but he’s my Club President. He’d earned the respect of every damn member of this club, but then, she wasn’t a member, not even a partner of a member. But she was becoming a friend, or at least that was my hope. If I could earn her friendship, then maybe I’d eventually be worthy of more, and I fucking wanted more.
I wanted to spread her out on my bed, and peel those fucking secretary clothes off her, and see every inch of her skin. I wanted to run my hands over her body, no, scratch that, I wanted to run my fucking tongue over her body. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to press those prissy legs apart, and fuck her with my mouth, watching her come undone at last.
Today had taught me two things. Firstly, that she seemed open to it. She wasn’t pushing me away, not really. She was fighting with her ethics versus what her body wanted.
Secondly… this one was really pissing me off… my fucking shoulder was going to be a huge obstacle. How the hell was I supposed to properly fuck her, when I could end up frozen and in agony, instead of deep inside her, feeling her pussy walls squeezing my dick?
However I looked at it, the shoulder injury was going to destroy my life, by taking away everything that mattered.
Finally, I gave up on trying to stay alone in my room, locked in with my thoughts, and desperate fucking desire to fuck a woman I couldn’t have. I headed down to the bar to see if anyone was around to shoot the shit with.
Micro was sitting at the bar, watching something on his phone, and chatting with Tommy.
I sat beside him, and nodded at Tommy to grab me a beer.
“Brother! It’s good to see you out of your pit for a while.” I flipped Micro off, and nodded at his phone.
“Anything good?”
He smirked at me. “Porn. What else?” Ugh. I glanced at his hands, glad to see both up on the bar.
“You get your dick out, and we’re gonna have a problem, man. I just want a damn beer.”
He flipped me off, with one of the hands thankfully not on his junk.
“No rules against watching porn, or jerking off in the bar, you know that.”
I glanced around the mostly empty bar, wishing for someone else to talk to. Has-Been was sitting at one of the small tables, also scrolling through his phone, but porn or not, I’d never pick him to sit with. We just didn’t get on, never had, and if I’m honest, I didn’t even know how it came about.
“Just warn me if you’re gonna start fucking your hand, Micro, and I’ll move.”
He stood up, laughing. “I’m gonna grab a sofa anyway, man. You enjoy your beer, and don’t worry so much about my dick.”
Tommy rolled his eyes as he handed me a bottle of my beer.
“He just likes to prove his name is ironic, or at least that’s what he tells me, but I’ve never looked.”
I made a point to monitor where Micro chose to sit, so I didn’t accidentally look at him at the wrong moment.
“I guess I picked the wrong time to come down here, huh?”
Tommy leaned on the bar.
“Nah, man. You’ve been missed. I mean… not that you came down here much.” He nodded at my beer. “Still been stashing your non-alcoholic beer for you though. I knew you’d be back.”
I smirked. “Well, no other bastard will want to drink it, right?”
Tommy frowned, but didn’t speak.
“I know, I know… I’ll poison my body with drugs, but don’t drink alcohol.I know. More irony. I guess that’s a biker thing. Nobody else about?”
He nodded behind me, at Reacher strolling in with his old lady, their hands linked by their sides. Great.
“They come in here much?”
