Page 90 of Reacher
Jesus Christ. “Can you just shut your mouth for a few minutes and listen? I can’t silence you with my dick right now, but just pretend it’s there, filling that sassy mouth, and rendering you quiet.”
She glared at me, but clamped her mouth shut, and I wished… fuckingwished… those lips really were around my dick.
“As soon as we knew you were missing, and I’d had my little ‘event’, the rest of the club were on the case, starting with Stitch bullying the hospital security staff into letting him see their security camera footage. Once we knew who’d taken you, it was just a matter of tracking them down, and that’s where our uh… allies… came in handy again.”
Her eyes widened. “Not…”
“Yeah… fucking mafia. Honestly, right now they’re being really helpful, but god only knows what they’re gonna want in return atsome point. Surely the goodwill for keeping Tori safe has worn off by now.”
“So… so you must have really wanted me back, huh?”
Her face was sly, and it made my poor dick twitch, even though he couldn’t manage more than that right now.
“Yes, woman. Obviously.”
She eyed me, licking her lips.
“Probably need me to help you at home, right? Like helping you to the bathroom, and stuff… old man…”
Jesus. “Still keeping count, woman.”
Thirty
WiththeNHSbeingas pressed as they are, I was probably released far too early, but it was a relief to get out of there and back home with Reacher, because itwashome. My home. Anywhere Reacher was, and that was where I wanted to be.
He wasn’t back to his usual strength, and I struggled to move without pain, so we were a right mess, both laid up in his bed, in his room at the clubhouse. Prospects came and went with food, and helped out where needed. Otherwise we were left to ourselves to rest, except for those moments when his well-meaning brothers stopped by to ‘visit’.
Stitch was the first to stop by once we were settled in. It was so strange to be in bed with Reacher, and have his VP pop in and sit at the end of the bed to chat with him.
I noticed that he sat on the side Reacher inhabited, and suspected that nobody would get away with sitting on my side.
“How you guys doing? Promise me you’re not naked under those covers, yeah?” Stitch smirked at Reacher’s gruff mumblings.
“Just wanted to update you, man. We still have ass-face downstairs, waiting for his uh… interrogation. Might feed him later, probably not though. He’s already pissed on himself, so might have to hose him down just for the sake of our own comfort.”
I grimaced. “Is it Raoul?”
He met Reacher’s eyes again before he looked at me.
“Yeah.”
“Let him stew in his piss. He deserves it.”
Stitch threw his head back as he laughed.
“I knew I liked you. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the stench, if I’m honest. He’s already a sweaty bastard.”
I felt a shudder run through me at the thought of that sweaty bastard on top of me, my nose filled with the foul stench of him, and then Reacher was dragging me closer, his arm tight around me.
“He’s never touching you again, woman, and if you want to watch him die, I have no problem with that.”
“Damn right I do.” My tone was grim, but I needed to see it. I needed to know that he was gone, and could never come after me again.
“Maybe just hand her a knife, Reacher, and let her do her thing.”
I shuddered at Stitch’s words. Could I? Could I do that to a living human being? If it was Raoul? Possibly.
“Let’s leave that for now, brother. Anything else to report?” Reacher’s arms were tight around me, as he held me against his chest, and showed me that his strength was returning rapidly. Thank god for that. The thought of him collapsing like that was terrifying. I mean, I often joked about his age, and stuff, but onlybecause we were both a little over the hill, and it always fired him up. It didn’t mean that it didn’t scare me too.
