Page 8 of Reacher
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, woman. You were right. I needed that, and you were fucking amazing.”
She giggled again. “My pleasure, Reacher. Should we go back now?”
I didn’t release her hair.
“I’m looking forward to returning the favour, Ally. I’ll tongue-fuck you until you scream.”
This time she really did moan, her eyelids fluttering slightly. Why now? Why now, when I had to be there for Ice, did she suddenly want to take things further? What had changed since earlier, when she went off at me?
And then it hit me. Like a ton of fucking bricks.Alcohol. That was all it was, and she’d hate me later, for taking advantage of her like that.
I cursed, letting go of her, and forcing myself to ignore the confusion in her eyes.
“We need to go back.”
I unlocked the door and pulled it open, striding back to the ICU to wait with my brothers for news.
Alicia
Whatthefuckjusthappened? I was good. I know I was fucking good, and he came hard. Damn near choked me with the amount of cum he jetted down my throat. And he felt good. He definitely… he was pleased, and he was hitting on me, but then… What the fuck? He just switched off.
And the rejection? That fucking hurt. So I can suck his dick for him, and swallow his fucking seed, but then he turns cold on me? Fuck him.
I turned and headed out of the hospital. I didn’t know where the hell I was going to go, or how, but I’d had enough of him. I’dget to the clubhouse somehow, pick up the few things I’d had on me the night they took me, and I’d go. Or… actually… did I even need the few odds and ends I had there?
I stepped outside, the warmth easing some of the chill he’d left inside me. I’d had my arms wrapped around me, but now I tried to force myself to relax, to breathe, and calm down.
Why did he just do that? I felt so fucking used. I felt like he got what he wanted, and suddenly he’d lost interest. Was that all he wanted?What a bastard.
I flagged down a taxi, checking my phone case to make sure my credit cards and emergency cash hadn’t fallen out. I had the taxi take me back to my place. The place they’d snatched me from when the shit hit the fan. The rent was due any day now, and I didn’t have it anyway, so I packed the small amount of belongings I had into two wheeled suitcases, and left. When I had to put my mother into a care facility, I’d downsized, put things into storage that I couldn’t part with, and sold the rest. The storage costs were paid up a year in advance, thanks to Tori, but the advance payments I’d put in for my mother would be running out soon.
I had to find a way to make money again, now that Tori was out of business, but I couldn’t risk going back to the others. I was still in too deep with them.
I had to find somewhere to hide out, but with zero cash, my options were pretty much non-existent. The clubhouse would have been perfect, and I knew I could be happy there, except for how Reacher had just treated me. And for the danger I’d eventually bring to them.
I sat on the doorstep with my bags beside me, wondering what the fuck I could do, so finally I sent Tori a text. I was out of options, and desperate for help.
Me:Can you talk?
It was a fairly long wait. Since she’d married into the club, she had a new phone, and we’d exchanged numbers, but we didn’t really interact much, because she and Ryder mostly kept to themselves, and if they were around when I wasn’t, then I was holed up with Reacher. Or I had been. Why did it hurt to think about being with him?
Tori:Sure, what’s up?
I called her. “Hey, it’s me.” What a redundant thing to say. She knew that.
“Hey, Alicia. Are you okay?”
I felt my breath catch in my throat, and realised I was close to tears. What the actual fuck? I cleared my throat, and took an embarrassingly ragged breath.
“Jesus, what’s happened?”
I tried another breath, relieved that it sounded a little less broken and desperate.
“Uh… I need somewhere to go. I’m… I’m kind of homeless and penniless.”
“What? I thought you were here? In Reacher’s room?” Oh how I wished.
