Page 18 of Reacher
“You’re coming home with me, right?”
One track mind, this one.
“I guess.”
He sat up, a heavy sigh the only sound he made.
“I was looking for something a little more decisive. Do you really prefer this hovel to my place? Is it so bad there?”
I guess our mini truce was over. I started gathering clothes up, tossing his at him. He caught them before they hit him in the face.
“Jesus, Ally. I just want you with me. Is that not what you want?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth. Yes.It was all I fucking wanted.I didn’t want to be anywhere he wasn’t, but my future wasn’t exactly guaranteed, and I didn’t want it hurting him too.
“I have responsibilities, Reacher. I can’t just walk away from everything and live in the clubhouse, like the outside world doesn’t exist.”
He pulled his t-shirt on, and grabbed his jeans, his underwear already back on.
“All I’m saying is stay with me. It’s not like you’d be a prisoner. You could still live a fucking life. You’d just be in my bed at nights. With me. Like this. Well, not like ‘this’ exactly, but like we were five fucking minutes ago, before you had some kind of weird epiphany while you took a piss.”
I fought a grin at his words. I loved the things he came out with. Could it work? I wanted it. With every fucking ounce of my being. Was there a way to have him, and still resolve things with them? Without it hurting him?
“Can we take it a day at a time?”
He looked up from fastening his boots.
“Yeah?”
I nodded, half-dressed myself.
“Like, I come back with you now, but we both understand that things might change, and I might have to leave to deal with that?”
He stood up, fully dressed, except for his cut, which he reached for next.
“I can help with anything you have to sort out, you know. It’s what I do for my club. You’d be a part of that. A priority.”
I chewed my lip, my heart starting to race again in my chest.
“Like an old lady?”
He smirked. “Notlikean old lady. You’d actually BE my old lady. Jesus, I never thought I’d meet someone I wanted like that, but you caught me by surprise.”
“You had me kidnapped. You threatened me. I was tied to a chair, with a knife to my throat. You were terrifying.”
“And I bet you were wet the entire fucking time,” he murmured, stepping closer to me.
“I might have been, but you’ll never prove a thing.”
He was grinning as he reached me.
“You think I couldn’t tell at the time? If we’d been alone, I’d have fucked you right there and then.”
“While I was a frightened captive?”
“While you were a fucking desperately turned on captive. Don’t forget that part.” Dammit. He was turning me on again. Whose body is this? He’d just taken twenty years off my body clock, and I wanted more.
His grin widened as he stood there watching me.
