Page 13 of Reacher's Ride or Die

“That’s exactly what I plan on giving you,” he promised. He spun her around to face him and tugged his T-shirt from his body. She looked him over, letting her hands roam his chest. God, he was gorgeous. “What are your plans for the day?” Reacher asked. Hadn’t they already talked about all of that?

“Um,” she squeaked, not sure what to say.

“Spend the day with me,” he insisted. He wasn’t really asking, and that was fine with her.

“I’d love to,” she whispered.

“Good, then this is going to be fast, but I’ll make it up to you the rest of the weekend.”

“Weekend?” Brandi asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think that today is going to give me enough time to do what I want with you, honey,” he said. She giggled as he let his jeans fall to the floor with her towel. He wasn’t wearing his boxer briefs, and she nearly swallowed her tongue when he pressed his erection into her belly.

“Do you trust me,” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Are you protected?” Reacher seemed to be holding his breath waiting for her answer. She nodded, and that seemed to be all he needed from her. Reacher pulled her up his body. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. What was it about a bossy man that turned her inside out with need? Reacher was the bossiest man she had ever been with, that was for sure, and Brandi felt as though she might burst into flames every time he gave her an order or took what he wanted from her.

She did as he asked, wrapping her legs around his body, and he pushed her up against the wall, sandwiching her between it and his big body. Reacher didn’t give her any warning as he thrust balls deep into her, moaning out how good shefelt. Everything that the biker did was a complete turn-on. He pumped in and out of her body, taking everything from her and when she was close to finding her release, he pulled free from her pussy, turned her back around again, and pressed her front to the cold wall. Her nipples puckered and she felt as though she was dripping wet.

“Reacher,” she shouted as he chuckled against her neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into her ear. He filled her from behind, and when he snaked his arm around her body, finding her clit, she knew that she’d be shouting out his name in no time.

“I want you with me,” he ordered. She nodded her agreement, not able to get the words out. She felt completely consumed by him, and there was nothing that she could do about it—not that she’d ever want to.

“Fuck,” he shouted as he ran the pad of his thumb over her clit. “Come for me, honey,” he ordered, “I’m not going to last.” It was as though her body wanted to comply with his every order too, because as soon as he told her to find her release, she did, shouting out his name. Reacher quickly followed her over, calling her every little pet name that she used to hate, but for some reason, loved hearing him say them.

They stood like that for what felt like an eternity—him still inside of her body as their releases slid down her thighs. She had never felt so perfectly used in her entire life, and Brandi knew right there and then that her heart was done for.

Reacher

It had been months since Brandi had stayed at her own place, and that worked for him. They had stopped by to pick up some clothes and necessities, and even Mr. Cuddles Worth, but she was practically living with him already—so his question shouldn’t come as a surprise. Still, he worried that she’d turn him down, and he wasn’t sure if his heart would be able to take the rejection. He had fallen in love with her, whether she knew it or not, and tonight, he planned on telling her that when he asked her to move in permanently with him.

He had picked up dinner from her favorite Italian place—the one where they had their first date and told her to meet him at his place. He had run everything by Gloria, to make sure that she’d be good for the night, and she promised to call Yonkers if she had any problems. That worked for him because he didn’t plan on letting Brandi out of his bed for the rest of the night if dinner went well.

Brandi got home about ten minutes late and by the time she showered and changed out of her scrubs, he felt about ready to explode. “You seem anxious tonight,” she assessed. That was because he was, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

“I’m just a little on edge,” he admitted.

“Is it your job?” Brandi asked. “Is something going on at the warehouses?” He hated that she worried about him working with chemicals so much. It was what he was trained to do, but explaining that to her never seemed to ease her worry.

“No, it’s not my job,” he admitted.

“Then why are you so wound up?” she asked.

“Because I want to tell you something and I’m afraid that you won’t take it well,” he said.

“Okay, well, how about you just say what you need, and I’ll tell you how I’m taking it?” Brandi asked.

“I don’t think that you should live in your apartment. It’s not safe. Hell, you already know how unsafe your neighborhood is.” Shit—that wasn’t what he planned on saying to her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and then he’d point out the pros and cons of moving in with him. He was fucking everything up and from the smirk on her face, she was going to give as good as he gave.

“Well, it’s what I can afford until my divorce settlement comes in. But I promise to find a safer neighborhood to live in once I get my money in a few months.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he insisted.

“Okay, then how about you tell me what you mean,” she challenged.

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