Page 102 of Reacher
Finally there he was; Reacher, with his short greying hair, and matching beard, those intense eyes, the furrowed brow above them. He was wearing his cut over a black t-shirt. Jeans. Boots. All familiar and normal. I felt like I was losing my mind, because why the hell did I freak out like that?
Reacher
Shewasafuckingmess; shaking, red-faced from crying, and her breathing sounded painful. I shouldn’t have fucking left her. Jesus. I wrapped my arms around her and held her quivering body, as she buried her face against me.
What the fuck had happened between me leaving and returning? Did someone come in here? Did something fucking scare her?
I led her to the bed, dragging the covers around her, and trying to cocoon her, so she’d feel safer.
“Was someone in here? Did someone get into this fucking room?”
She was focusing on taking deeper breaths.
“That’s it, woman. Breathe, and then fucking answer me.” If someone came near her, I’d kill them. I’d kill them slowly, and painfully. I’d make them beg me for mercy, and I wouldn’t give it.
“No. Nobody came in. I don’t… I think I,” she cursed, rubbing her face, “I think that I had some kind of, God, I don’t know… I freaked out, okay? Suddenly I was afraid that someone would get to me, even here, and…” She sighed heavily, and looked away from me. “I’m not used to being afraid.”
I fisted her hair, making her look at me. I had the sneaking suspicion that gentle and calm wasn’t what she needed right now.
“Woman…”
She stared at me, silent, and nervy. Exactly the opposite of the way I liked to see her.
“If you don’t settle down, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you forget what it feels like to be anything other than mine.”
She swallowed hard. “You think that’s going to magically stop me being afraid?”
“Won’t it?” She was chewing her lip, but didn’t answer.
“I mean, I’m not gonna make you kneel down, while you’re still recovering like that. See how good I am to you? I’m gonna do all the work, woman. All you have to do is open your mouth, and that’s your specialty.”
She snorted, and then laughed out loud.
“You cocky bastard. You’re lucky I love you, or I’d punch you in the dick for saying that.”
I couldn’t fight the grin that spread across my face. There she is. There’s my fucking feisty goddess of a woman.
I stood up, and stroked myself through my jeans. It wasn’t just idle chat. I was hard as a fucking rock. I’d held off for as long as I could, both for her health and mine, but it was killing me to be near her and not touch her.
Ally blinked at me, watching as I unbuttoned my jeans, and shoved them down, just enough to reach into my boxers, and fist my cock. I let out a low groan as I stroked it, savouring the poor bastard finally getting some attention. Even if it was just my damn hand.
“You just gonna stand there playing with yourself?”
“Uh… aren’t you missing two words at the end of that question?” Suddenly I needed her to say them, needed the normalcy. The Ally of before.
She grinned, looking a little more like her old self.
“Old man…” She bit her lip, and I reached down, grabbing her chin.
“Gonna stuff that sassy mouth of yours now, woman. Gonna fuck it until you choke on my dick.”
Thirty-Five
Itshouldn’thavebeenthe right thing to do or say, but somehow the man just knew exactly what I needed. I desperately needed to get out of my head, and he was the only one who could help me with that.
“I’m waiting, woman. Open your damn mouth.”
My lips were quirking into a grin, as he tugged on my chin, his eyes glaring down at me. I didn’t fight him though, because I wanted it. I wanted him to use me, and distract me, and remind me that I was his, always his.
