Page 59 of Micro
Fuck that. I fisted her hair with my other hand.
“Like fuck you will. You get pregnant, then that baby’s meant to be, and you’ll fucking keep it, you hear me?”
Her smile could have lit up the fucking van, and I don’t know what made her smile like that, whether it was the threat, my grip in her hair, or the fact that I was clearly giving in. I’d made some fucking mistakes in my life, and even though this could be the next big one she makes, nothing had ever felt so right.
Somehow we manhandled Soph out of the sweatpants someone had loaned her, and then we were easing her down onto my cock, and nothing else mattered except the feel of her, the smell and taste of her, and the fact that she was right here, giving me everything, even if it might be the last thing I get to do. The only moment like this I’ll ever have with her.
Sophie
IknewIwasbeing reckless, and that there could be long term consequences for what we were doing, but I just didn’t care right now. Right now was about being with him, about feeling his kisses, his touch, about feeling him inside me, about being with him as intimately and intensely as possible.
“Fuck, babe, you feel so fucking good,” Micro groaned as he rocked his hips up, every time I pressed close, my attempt at riding him only really working because he was helping me move, because he was moving into me, so that every stroke of his cock surged so deep that it made me gasp.
Every moment of this had to be burned into my memory, for me to remember, and warm myself at nights with, because once he was gone, there would never be someone else. I could never want or love a man like this again, I could never feel these things for another person, because nobody could ever replace him.
“Babe, am I hurting you?” Micro stopped moving, and brushed away tears I hadn’t even felt slipping down my cheeks. “We can stop.”
“No! Never. Please never stop. I need you.”
“I love you, Soph, thank you for lowering yourself to be with an asshole like me,” he whispered, his lips trembling a little, as he tried to smile back at me.
“Don’t say that! Anyone who could think you’re beneath them doesn’t deserve you. You’re everything!”
Our movements grew more frantic, as we both seemed to feel the urgency of this moment, and the clock ticking on our time together. It would never be enough time. It would never be enough if we had fifty years, or a hundred. How could this be all we’d get?
As we both started chasing the ultimate pleasure together, I swiped away tears on his cheeks too, my heart breaking again at the sight of this huge, powerful man, being brought to such emotion because of our intimacy, at the knowledge that we’d never have that again.
“I’m close, babe,” he gasped, trying to get his fingers between us, to try and push me over the edge, but I didn’t need that, I’d been fighting my orgasm for several minutes, because this position was hitting all the right spots for me.
“Come inside me,” I whispered to him, kissing his tear-streaked cheeks, one after the other, “give me all of you, because you’re the only one worthy, I promise!”
Micro groaned, his hips shuddering against mine, his cum filling me, as my orgasm pulled it deeper inside me, and he choked back a sob as he pulled me tight against him. A perfect, heartbreaking moment, and it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
The music suddenly cut out, and Tommy cleared his throat.
“If you two have uh… finished, I’ve driven round the block twice, but I can’t keep delaying this.”
Oh god.He knew! Of course he knew, what was I thinking? That he didn’t notice two crazy people trying to rock the van as he drove it?
“God, I’m so sorry, Tommy!” I gasped, trying to move, but Micro’s arms tightened around me.
“Once more, man, please. One more time round. I just need a minute,” he choked out, and Tommy groaned.
“Fine, but when they ask me if I got fucking lost, just remember Ice has probably been tracking us this whole time.”
Thirty-Two
Alltoosoonwewere parking up outside the Phoenix clubhouse, once my childhood home, then my new home, and now my fucking coffin. How the hell was this going to play out? Sophie was crying again, but I couldn’t let them see any weakness from me, despite my heart fucking breaking in my chest.
I wished I could say the right thing to ease her suffering too, because apparently ‘I love the idea of my cum dripping out of your sweet pussy’ wasn’t the right words, even though she laughed once, a sharp bark of laughter, before she dissolved into tears again.
Fucking up my life didn’t seem like the consequence it should have been, but knowing I was hurting her too was killing me. Was this a karmic thing? Like I’d hurt other old ladies, so now mine had to suffer in penance? I mean, she wasn’t my old lady, but given the chance I’d have fucking begged her to be.
Tommy dragged the door open, and I stepped down onto the tarmac, reaching up to lift Soph down, because any chance to touch her wouldn’t be missed out on, especially now as I walked to my doom. What gave me the balls to walk in there, knowing torture and death likely awaited me?Her. Her strength and courage as she walked beside me, my hand in hers. I knew it was the right ending for me, the justice they deserved, and the suffering I deserved, but I wished things could be different.
“Reacher’s office,” Ryder said, pointing out the way, like I didn’t know this place like the back of my hand. It’d been dad’s office long before it was Reacher’s, but going to it even now didn’t hold the same bone-deep terror it had, when my dad called me in there. Why the fuck had I worn blinkers for so long, and missed the truth? Reacher was ten times the man my dad had been, but I threw everything away, to try and fucking avenge the asshole.
When we reached the door, it opened, like they knew exactly where we were, and Stitch ushered us in.
