Page 67 of Reacher
“You tell me then.”
“Why? Because I’m already boring to you? Ouch, Alicia.That hurts. I have layers, you know. I’m more than what you can see.”
She giggled, and I took a moment to work out if he was flirting, or just joking. The wrong one would get him a shiny new black eye.
“Honestly, I want to know.”
He nodded at me. “You tell her, Pres. I need to go and sort some shit out. I’ll check in on Ice, and come back with an update in a bit.”
I didn’t need to agree or disagree. He was already leaving, and honestly, we needed to keep checking on Ice. As soon as they could wake him up and send him home, we’d be able to ensure his safety.
“Reacher, I’m waiting.”
I folded my arms, staring down at this complex, frustrating woman of mine. She kept referring to herself as mumsy, and shit like that. It couldn’t be further from the truth. She was… she was like pure sex. I wanted her every fucking minute of every day, and for as long as my aging body could keep up with her, I planned to do exactly that.
“What’s it worth to you, woman?”
There was a brief frown, and then she smirked.
“If it doesn’t bore me to tears, I’ll suck your dick. How’s that?”
I stroked my beard slowly, pretending to ponder her suggestion, while my dick was already trying to salute her.
“Tell you what… You manage to go five minutes without sassing me, and maybe I’llletyou suck my dick. You gotta earn that privilege, woman.”
I loved the feisty look on her face. Jesus.Love. Why couldn’t I just come out and say it? I’d fucking claimed her as mine. Love. I love her. Just fucking say it.
“Are you constipated?” She asked, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter. She’d effortlessly killed the moment, but I always appreciated the crap she came out with.Pun intended.
“I’ll only tell you the story of my road name if you’re naked.”
She raised her eyebrows, practically dancing across the room toward the bed.
“Really? And what position should I be in, once I’m naked?”
I quirked a brow. “Surprise me, woman, but be quick. You have thirty seconds.”
She gasped, making a mock-horrified face, and then stripped faster than I’ve ever seen a person shed clothes.
She sat on the bed, and spread her legs wide, her feet up on the bed, knees slightly bent. With a grin, she leaned back on her hands.
“How’s this, old man?”
Jesus Christ. I couldn’t even remember what we were talking about. I strode over, one knee going onto the mattress between her legs, as I braced myself on my arms, and stared down at that sassy face of hers.
“Woman… How the fuck am I supposed to live without you as my old lady?”
She blinked, her face suddenly dropping, sadness washing over it.
“I’m really hoping it won’t come to that, Reacher, but don’t think that changing the subject on me is going to work. You were going to tell me why they call you Reacher. I’m on the edge of my… well… I’m spread out and awaiting this momentous story. Don’t disappoint me.”
I loved that she was trying. She was trying to keep my head out of the anger, and the frustration, and the almost debilitating fear that I felt, when I considered having to let her go. Never being with her. Could I give up my club for her? Would it come to that? I prayed that it wouldn’t. If I couldn’t have both, and was forced to choose… it didn’t bear thinking about. Stitch might find himself in charge. In fact… what if he were? Would the opposition to my old lady still be a big deal?
“Reacher, get your head out of that shit. I’m naked, and spread out like a fucking buffet. Don’t just leave me like this.”
I leaned down, kissing her gently. Backing up, I eased off my cut, setting it carefully up by the pillows, and then I stripped off my t-shirt. Taking Ally’s hand, I pressed it against my chest, and stared at her.
“What? You’re not getting away with this. Tell me.”
