Page 111 of Reacher
Onceitwasamore suitable hour of the morning, I was moved back to Reacher’s bed, which had been refreshed by some poor prospect, who had to clean up bloody sheets like that kind of thing was just normal.
“Listen, woman-”
I held up a hand. “Go. Do what he needs. Tori is on her way down, and I’ll be fine. Stitch needs you right now.”
He frowned. “And you don’t.”
“Not what I’m saying. I need you to look after him, just like he does for you. Me being in your life is no reason for anything with your brothers to change. Maybe this is part of why they want me kept out of things.”
He sighed, digging through his drawers for a t-shirt. He’d just showered, and wore only his jeans right now.
“I’m just gonna go with him for an appointment. He managed to get one for today, but he wasn’t planning on going until he told me. I think he wants to avoid knowing if it’s what he thinksit is, for as long as possible, but this isn’t the kind of thing that goes away.”
“No, it isn’t. I mean, I wish it would, but early detection is key. Where does everyone think you guys are going?”
He layered his cut over the t-shirt and black shirt he’d dressed in. He looked so sexy dressed like that. How could one man make me so fucking wet and horny all the time? And why the hell did it have to be right now, when I definitely couldn’t do anything about it?
“Woman? My eyes are up here.” He was smirking when I dragged my eyes back up to his face.
“Stop looking so yummy then. It’s not fair when I can’t do anything about it.”
He leaned close. “Just stay wet for me, woman, because the minute you’re able, I’m gonna fuck your brains out, and leave you more than satisfied… maybe covered in my cum. You’d look so sexy, marked by me like that.”
As sexy as his words were, and how they affected me, there was also this voice in the back of my head, reminding me that Raoul had covered me with his cum too. And it had been degrading and humiliating, and disgusting. But surely it wouldn’t feel that way with Reacher. Right?
“Look at me, Ally. You don’t think about him while you’re in our fucking bed, you hear me?”
How does he always know what I’m thinking?
“So I can think about him at other times?”
“Fuck no.”
There was a timid knock on the door, so Reacher strode across the room, and let Tori in. She looked nervous as hell, but did her best to stand tall in his presence.
“She’s not to move, got it?”
“Reacher, be nice, dammit. And what if I have to pee, huh? Am I allowed to pee? Can I pee, old man?”
He groaned, rubbing a hand over his hair, as he walked over to the bed to grab his phone, and kiss the top of my head.
“Tori, this isn’t gonna be easy. She’s a stubborn one, but doc says she should avoid moving where possible, so please, please try and keep her still.”
Tori nodded, looking like she wanted him to leave so she could relax.
“Go on. Go do your thing.”
He headed for the door, and Tori stepped aside rapidly, even though I knew Reacher wouldn’t let any part of himself touch her. Not with her history.
“Tori.” She turned to look at him.
“I’m not gonna bite. I appreciate you sitting with Ally for me, and everything else so far is water under the bridge, okay?” She looked stunned.
“Really? I’ve caused so much trouble for Ryder, for the club.”
“One of my brothers is happy, so I’m taking that as a win for the club.” She watched him leave, then turned to me with wide eyes.
“Did that just happen? I was sure he was going to be cold with me or something. I know we caused so much trouble. I’m so sorry about that.”
