Page 68 of Reacher
I kept my grip on her hand, and moved it lower, revealing the tattoo I’d covered up at first. She’d probably never noticed it among the many others. One side of my chest was heavily tattooed, and this one was small, and more faded than the others.
“Preacher.”She frowned as she read it. “Preacher?”
I grinned at her. “Raised by an incredibly religious family, I was pretty well indoctrinated by the time I joined the army. One too many bible quotes, and such from me, earned me the nickname Preacher. I… I mean, I’m not religious, not anymore. I grew up a Christian, and I went to Sunday School, and all that shit, but yeah… I’m older and wiser. Over the years, the nickname evolved. I served for fourteen years, then came here. Joined the MC, took over, when we removed the old president from his position. By the time I joined here, I was already known as Reacher, so it became my road name. Like I said; boring. Not worth the time it took to tell the story. We could have been doing much more enjoyable things.”
She grinned. “You still say preachery type stuff. I’m sure you even told me I had the devil in me at one point.”
I shrugged. “Maybe, but let me be clear, woman.” I reached down and gripped her face, not tight enough to hurt, but firmly enough to have her full attention.
“It’s not the devil you’re about to have in you,but I’m no angel either. I’ve broken commandments, I’ve sinned. I’ve probably lived every one of the seven sins. I couldn’t be further from the man I was back then.”
“You’re certainly older, like you said,” she quipped, her gasp turning to a moan, as I pressed her down, my hand now on her throat.
“And I said you could suck my dick… if you didn’t sass me for five minutes. Guess you just lost that privilege.”
“Then maybe I’ll just play with myself, and you can watch. I mean, if I don’t get any ‘privileges’, then neither do you.”
Twenty-Two
Iswear,hebringsoutsome kind of inner vixen that I never knew existed inside me. How I came out with these things, in such powerful, intimate moments, I had no idea. It wasn’t a side of me I’d even seen before. I wasn’t generally this confident sexual woman.
I was full of anxieties and neuroses, I mean, we worry about everything, right? Is my stomach flat enough? Have my boobs sagged too much? Do I have stretchmarks or cellulite? Does my O face make me look like a baboon? So many things. With Reacher, they didn’t even occur to me. He made me feel beautiful, and desirable, and it gave me confidence to feel that way.
“Woman? If you think you’re making the rules here, you’re about to learn how wrong you are.”
Reacher grabbed my legs, and dragged me down the bed, pinning my hands by my sides, as he lowered himself on top of me. He was still wearing jeans, so there was definitely a flaw in his plan, but it still made my heart race, and my breath catchin my throat. He was so masculine, so strong and powerful. So overpowering, in every possible way. Did I want him inside me? Pretty much always. I’d never wanted someone the way I always want him.
“I love you.”The words were out before I could stop them, and I bit my lip as Reacher stopped everything and stared at me.
“You what?”
Oh god. Embarrassment burned through me, and I swallowed hard.
“Never mind. Heat of the moment. I didn’t say anything.”
He practically scowled at me.
“Don’t you dare try taking it back, woman. It’s out there now. You said it, and I know now, and for the record, I love you as well. I’ve been trying to tell myself I don’t, so the rejection of my club won’t hurt so fucking much.” His hands released mine, and he cupped my face with both hands.
“I love you, Ally, even though you sass me relentlessly. Hell, maybe even because of it, I don’t know. I want you and I want to be with you, all the fucking time. I want you by my side for the rest of my life. As my old lady. As my wife. My mouthy other half.”
“You were doing well at times, but your words of love are almost as clumsy as your apologies. You need me just to keep you on track, Reacher.”
He laughed, thank god, he laughed.
“Woman, you’re mine, and if I have to step down and let Stitch take over, that’s what I’ll do. The club isn’t keeping us apart.”
I shook my head, or did my best attempt, with his hands holding onto my face.
“You can’t. Not… you’re their President. You worked hard to be their President, and they rely on you. Don’t give that up for me. I’m honestly not worth it, Reacher, I’m not.”
His lips touched mine, and it was soft. Gentle, and sweet. Nothing like the normal kisses I get from Reacher. The ones that set fire to the blood running through my veins, and curled my toes. This was more than a kiss. It was a promise, a whole damn speech about how he felt, and I understood every word he didn’t speak. I wanted that too.
He moved, making short work of the buttons at the waist of his jeans, and shoved them down, taking his underwear with them, and then he was easing inside me. It wasn’t the usual forceful thrust, that pushed the air from my lungs. It was a slow glide, a caress from the inside out. It was love, and I never expected it to feel this way.
I looped my legs around his waist, and held on tight, my fingers stroking through his hair, as he made love to me, not a brutal fuck like we normally indulged in. This was slow, deliberate, and heavenly. It was like the first time, like he was introducing me to something I’d never had before. Love. Lovemaking. I didn’t want it to end.
Even when he started speeding things up, chasing release for both of us, it never stopped being loving, and intimate. It was intense, deeper than anything we’d shared before.
