Page 2 of Patchover Fright Night
Every time Micro was involved in something, it went to hell, right? He’d tried so hard to destroy this club, and yet, we’d given him one last chance, because it was easier on our souls than killing him. Even Torch, who was our best torturer, and the one who’d literally taken Micro’s knife to his back, had struggled to hurt him. In the end, we chose to put the safety of the rest of our club above any need for revenge. It was either the right thing to do, or the biggest mistake of our lives.
“You’re having second thoughts,” Ally said, stepping up beside me, and sliding her hand into mine, wrapping the other around it, like she could offer comfort, even though she already thought it was a bad idea. She’d made that clear enough times already, but suddenly I was starting to wonder if she was right.
“Am I making a huge mistake, woman? I feel like there’s a black cloud over us, and we’re descending into some kind of fucking doom.”
She snorted, resting her cheek against my bicep.
“I think you’re catastrophising, Reacher.”
Fuck me. She’d been hanging with Lissa too much, because that was all she’d been saying to me for weeks, or hell, maybe Lissa actually broke my confidence this time.
“Where’d you hear that? Has Lissa been talking or something?”
Ally snorted. “She told me that’s what I’ve been doing ever since you took pity on Micro, and let him live. Apparently I’ve been waiting for him to stab us all in the back again. For the record, she feels he’s fully reformed, or as reformed as a guy like him can be.”
Huh. I turned to face her, gripping her chin firmly, even though I knew it’d make her horny yet again. Maybe even because I knew it would.
“And now? Do you still think he’s a threat?”
She blinked at me, her eyes hiding nothing from me in their blue depths.
“I think there’s a tiny possibility it won’t all go to shit. That’s the best I can do right now, but you’d better believe I’m packing for this little jaunt.” Packing? What the actual fuck. My old lady was a loose cannon sometimes.
“Tell me you didn’t steal one of the guns or something, woman. We don’t need those, especially not today. We’ll be surrounded by family, brothers.” At least I fucking hoped that would be the case.
She grimaced, pulling free of my grip to reach into her handbag, and show me the bollock knife in a leather scabbard. As inmyknife. The same one I usually kept in my top drawer by the bed.
“You nicked my knife, woman?”
She grinned. “I hold your ‘bollock’ in my hand, Reacher. But then that’s true even when I’m not holding it, right?”
I eased the knife from her hand, and backed her up to the wall, grinning as she sucked in a ragged breath. My fucking insatiable wife.
“Look, woman, you say things like that, and you know you’ll get my cock, so get him out while I suck on these sweet tits of yours.” I pulled her blouse apart, smirking when a button pinged off somewhere, and her hands settled on my jeans.
“You’re fixing that, Reacher. I like this blouse.”
“Stitch is the one who’s good with sewing, woman. But don’t you dare go thinking about him while I plough you with my hard dick.” Moments later, I eased inside her, and started fucking her hard against the wall. The great thing about her menopause symptoms, and I’m told this could have gone either way, is that she’s wet and horny most of the fucking time. I’m a lucky man to get to take advantage of that, every chance I get. And hell, it’d even improved my health, since I was no longer on a fucking heart attack watchlist.
Everything that had been plaguing me dissipated, as I put all of my focus into my woman, and how deliciously she took every thrust of my cock, the way she kept her eyes on mine, challenging me with every fucking blink, or breath. I’d never be able to get enough of her, to imprint myself on every fucking part of her, body, mind and soul. A million years wouldn’t even be enough.
Ally kept gasping things like ‘more’, and ‘harder’, and I did my best to give her everything. All of me. My fingers settled around her throat, as I rammed deep and unloaded inside her, guiding her fingers between us.
“You wanna come, you’ll get yourself off on my cock, right the hell now, woman.”
“Typical man. Making me do the hard work myself,” she grumbled, while I smirked at her. I wasn’t one to withhold pleasure from my wife, but this time was different.
“You stole my knife, so you can make up for it, by choking my cock with your pussy. Go on, rub faster, that’s it.” I ground up against her fingers on her clit, and she choked back a raspy stream of curses, as her body rippled and bucked with her pleasure, sending little aftershocks back through me as she tightened around my dick. Hell, I could have almost gone for round two, but there wasn’t enough time for me to get my mojo back.
“Now you’ve made us late, woman. So fucking needy, aren’t you? Gotta have your man’s cock five times a day, or you get cranky.”
“Asshole,” Ally hissed, pushing me back as she straightened her clothes, and cursed again. The missing button had her shirt gaping, right over her fucking cleavage, and there was no way in hell she was leaving here like that. I opened my mouth to say it and her chin lifted, defiance filling her, as she realised how much I didn’t want her outside showing off her tits.
I grabbed the blouse again and pulled it open, sending another button pinging off.
“You make me keep doing this, and we’ll miss the fucking patchover, woman. Get changed.Now.” I slapped her ass as she pushed past me. Fucking hell. The woman was sent from the gods, and I hoped she never lost that sass, because it was everything to me.
Chapter Two
