Page 83 of Tesio
I put my hand over his mouth and rested my forehead against his.
“I don’t think anything useful comes out of this mouth, Grease. Why don’t you shut it and let the adults talk?”
The other three chuckled, but Grease just parted his lips and licked my fingers.Perv.
“Thing is, itwillaffect all of us. Right now, Grease is our tech genius, and if he’s gone, that leaves the Hampshire chapter unprotected,” Micro said, dragging our attention back to him.
The poor guy looked worn out, and unshaven, and frustrated. I figured he was probably missing his woman too, who I understood was pregnant, because I’m observant and I’d noticed. Not just her little stomach, but the way he practicallycircled her when she moved, like he was trying to protect her from all angles.
“Not only that, but I kinda like the prick,” Torch added, “and his talents help both chapters. I mean, he really works well with Ice, and that’s a fucking challenge in itself.”
Reacher chuckled. “I think the main point is that we all like the bastard, and need to find a solution that means he gets to live, along with that little lady of his.”
Grease lifted my fingers away from his mouth.
“And I’ll thank you fuckers to not besmirch my family name. I had parents, just… didn’t get to be with them long. So, I’m no bastard.” Before I could say a word, he lifted my hand back to his mouth, but instead of covering his lips again, he dragged his tongue along my fingers, and sucked them into his mouth.
“Jesus fuck. These two are getting it on over there,” Torch muttered as he angled away from us, and Micro grinned widely.
“I like how this guy’s being all fucking coy, but I’ve literally watched him fucking women. Word of warning, his ass never gets any sun. It’s horrifying.”
“Hey, fuck you.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Can we PLEASE focus. Putting you two together for this was a mistake, I can tell.” They exchanged grins.
Grease released my fingers, grinning at the way I was practically wriggling in his lap, because it’s oddly erotic for a man to suck on your fingers like that, especially in a room with other people. Did I have an exhibitionist kink? No… but then I thought that about being in control in the bedroom too, and that was awesome.
“Look, I appreciate you all going to bat for me, for us, but I don’t want any blowback on any of you.”
“Yeah, that sounds positively filthy. No thanks to blowback, especially if it’shis,” Torch said, jerking a thumb at Micro, who barked a laugh and slapped his hand away.
A long suffering sigh from Reacher was the only response from over the phone.
“As I was saying… seriously, these two are the best you could send with us?”
“I’m taking time away from my old lady for this, dickface.”
“So am I,” Micro blustered, “and Soph’s pregnant. I don’t like her alone like this.”
“I mean, she literally has a doctor staying with her, but whatever,” Torch replied, and I found myself giggling. They were like an old married couple.
“The fact remains that we don’t have a solution for you yet, Grease. The two of you should remain in hiding, until-”
“What I need is to talk to the Don face to face.”
We all stared at Grease in horror, because that was the last damn thing he should do! He may as well wear a t-shirt with a big target on it.
“He’d get killed!” I exclaimed, but I wasn’t the only one arguing with him.
“No. This is something he’d respect. It’s about coming to him like a man, and putting my life in his hands. I think he’d find it harder to order my death when he looks me in the eye too. He practically fucking raised me.”
“I personally think you’re insane, but what do I know about mafia shit?” Torch said, and then Reacher cleared his throat, and we all waited for him to tell Grease he was an idiot.
“I know where the Don will be tomorrow afternoon. Let us get you in there to see him, just, let’s try to do it in a way that doesn’t get anyone killed.”
Damn him. I was hoping for a hell no instead.
