Page 17 of Has-Been
Unknown:I look forward to witnessing more of it. It gets me hard just thinking about it.
Unknown:Wherever you’re hiding out, I’ll find you.
Unknown:You sound so sexy when you’re panicking. Wonder how you’d sound with my hands around your throat.
Unknown:When I find you, I look forward to finding out how you sound when you scream.
Unknown:I was dreaming about you. Naked and begging me to stop.
Unknown:Gonna fist your lovely blonde hair while I fuck your throat, and choke you on my dick.
Unknown:Those tight jeans you wear? Looking forward to cutting them off your unconscious body.
Unknown:Ever taken a hard dick up your ass? You will. SOON.
There were more, but I had to look away before I completely lost my shit, and scared her even more.
“How long has this been going on?” I directed that question at Elise, even as Cammy looked worried, and I heard Stitch curse.
“What? Like it’s not pretty clear who in this room was tormented by this fucker? How’d they get your number, darlin’? Any friends of yours might have given it to someone?” Elise swallowed hard, looking from Stitch to me, almost like she was checking for permission to answer. I moved a step, blocking him from her view.
“Hey, we’ll find whoever fucking did this, okay?” I forced myself to turn to my Club President, before I made this any worse.
“What actions are we taking, Pres? Ice? Why the fuck are you still here? Run the damn phone.”
He glared at me. “Yeah, because you’re the boss of me.” He turned and left the room, slamming the door.
“Sorry.” I took a deep breath, and backed away from everyone, seeing confusion on my brothers’ faces, and concern on both Elise’s and Camille’s.
“I have a problem with people doing this shit. That’s uh… that’s my thing though, uh… what can I do? Tell me I’m not just here because you needed Ice back.” I needed to be doing something. I needed to be doing something to fix this. To make her feel safe. To wipe that terrified look off her face.
Stitch ran a hand through his hair, exchanging a brief look with Reacher.
“We could do with an update on what you guys found out, to be honest.”
We all looked at the women then, and Cammy groaned.
“Oh, of course, send the ladies out of the room because we’re way too delicate to know anything.”
Stitch groaned and followed her out of the room as she stormed away. Elise stood there with her arms wrapped around herself, and I just couldn’t help myself.
“You okay, darlin’?” She shook her head, and I groaned as I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, her body melting against mine instantly.
Reacher cleared his throat and gave me a pointed look, and I chose to ignore it because right now we both needed this hug. She needed comfort from me, because I’d seen that yearning in her eyes when she saw me enter the room, and I needed to be the one doing the damn comforting.
Even though I shouldn’t think it, I wanted her to be mine, and maybe I even kinda felt like she already was.
Elise
Heshouldn’thaveriskedtouching me, not outside of a private room where we could lock out the world. He certainly shouldn’t have done it in front of Reacher, or where Seth could come back in and see him. The fact that he did though, that was so important to me, because he knew he was putting himself on the line, but he put me first, didn’t he?
“We’ll figure this out, darlin’. You’ll be okay, I promise.” He kissed the top of my head, and I sighed, trying to memorise the feel of his arms around me like this, the scent of him, everything that made it such a perfect moment. His touch really was soothing me right through to my very soul, and giving me the feeling of safety that I craved so much.
Reacher cleared his throat again.
“Probably don’t want your VP to catch you doing that, Has.”
He let out a heavy sigh, not releasing me even a fraction.
