Page 5 of Reacher
“Wait! You’re going to the hospital?”
He stopped, glancing back at me from the doorway, pure bemusement on his face.
“Well, yeah, of course.”
I followed, stopping a few feet away, wanting to touch him, but hesitating because we weren’t together, were we?
“Should… I mean, I feel like I want to come with you.”
His eyebrows raised. “You don’t need to do that, Ally. You’ve been a huge help though.”
He walked away again, and I followed once more, getting pissed off, because I wanted him to listen to me.
“Reacher, dammit!”
He practically growled, stopping at the top of the stairs.
“This is fucking important, Ally.”
I thumped his shoulder, making him turn to glare at me.
“I know that, dickhead. I’m saying I… I need to see… to know that he’s okay.”
His jaw clenched, and he stepped closer to me, backing me up to the wall.
“You got some attachment to Ice, woman? Something I need to fucking know about?”
His arms caged me against the wall, and again that surge of attraction warmed up all of the neediest parts of my body. How long had it been since I’d had sex? Too fucking long. I wet my lips, almost preparing for the hard kiss that I knew would hit meany moment now. I could see it in his eyes, in the way his gaze moved, to focus on my lips.
“You into him?” He whispered, bending his arms to reduce the space between us, heat leaching from his body into mine.
“No,” I practically breathed the word at him, my hands sliding up the front of his cut, my hips even trying to seek his out, to feel that hard length pressing against me. I needed it. I neededhim.
“Good,” he muttered, before his lips touched mine. It wasn’t gentle, and it was exactly what I fucking wanted. I practically melted against him as his body pressed tightly against mine, pinning me against the wall, and his mouth owned mine, his tongue just as forceful as I’d imagined.
One of his hands moved to grip my face, under my chin, tilting me to deepen the kiss, and soak my underwear all in one swift move. It was everything. It was all I’d wanted. Well, not all. I wanted him naked, thrusting inside me, hard enough for me to feel it long after.
“Jesus, sorry.”Whoever the hell had just interrupted us, was going to be in a world of pain, as Reacher pulled his lips from mine, and cursed at them.
“Sorry, Pres. Everyone’s waiting to leave.”
“Shit.” He tightened his grip on my face, his eyes never having left mine. “We will continue this later, woman. You can fucking count on that.” My breath came out in a ragged gasp, and I nodded. I think I’d do pretty much anything to get to feel that again.
Reacher moved his arm, adjusting his jeans, making room for that hard dick I’d felt prodding at me, no doubt. Then he grabbed my hand, and dragged me toward the stairs.
He barked at a prospect to get a spare helmet for me, and then he led me to his bike. The others were waiting, presumably because they’d ride behind their President.
Reacher hadn’t let go of my hand yet, but he briefly did so to straddle his bike, and put on his helmet. Once the engine was running, he reached out to help me climb on the back, just as a prospect appeared and passed a helmet to me.
“You need help with that?” Reacher practically yelled back at me, over the noise of the bikes. I fastened the helmet, leaning forward to wrap my arms around him in response, and then we were moving. It was a strange feeling. I was on the Club President’s bike, leading a convoy of bikes down the road toward the hospital. I loved being on a motorbike anyway, but somehow, riding in this way, I felt a sense of importance, and value. Like I mattered when I was here with him like this.
We were at the hospital far more quickly than I’d imagined, and then the bikes were being parked up alongside two others; Stitch and Ryder. They were both waiting by the bikes, looking pissed off.
“Did you stop for lunch on the way?” That was Ryder muttering at us, but we ignored that, instead all following Reacher into the hospital. To say people look wary when they see a whole bunch of bikers striding into anywhere, is a massive understatement. They did look pretty intimidating. I’d have been nervous if I hadn’t got to know so many of them, during my stay at the clubhouse. Oddly, it was starting to feel like home, and I just wished like hell that I could stay.
Someone checked at the desk for information on where to go, and was told to head to ICU. That wasn’t a good sign. Again, they wouldn’t give any details, but Reacher just shrugged it off.
“Anyone called his mum yet?”
