In Too Deep: A Reacher Novel Novels & Stories

After a while of licking my juices off his fingers he pushed himself deeper into me. Oh... Fuck! Frederick must have noticed how I'm struggling to maintain my position. He guided my hands to his neck supporting my butt with his hands as if lifting me a little then he resumes firing like the fireman that he is.

The cold water rushed into my nose and ears, and the freezing sensation enveloped me. As my consciousness started to fade, the distant screams of bystanders seemed to drift away. Through the dark water, it felt as if I had traveled across time and space, arriving in a place completely different from the real world. After three thousand five hundred and forty-five days, I finally saw her again. With red eyes, I watched as Emma gently cared for a little girl, and I called out softly, "Emma, I’ve come to find you." But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave.

Slowly, he began his retreat, keeping to his solemn promise of never being seen. His dreched face and body didn't affect him. With hands still tucked in the pockets of his coat, he walked with the same silent aura. He didn't bother to wipe the water from his face, he didn't feel like it. Leaving the proximity of the junction, where the human race's residence began, he was now back to the empty street he was used to. Sniffing the air, he felt a tinge of peace. At least he was feeling something even though it was just a tiny little bit. Petichor always brought him a slight comfort.