Page 50 of The Wild Charge

Sex was for handlers; for owners. Sex had never been for weapons like him.

But Tenny had changed all that. Reese had thought he might prove indifferent to sex, but once he’d tasted it, he’d started to understand why it was something regular people got addicted to. He’d enjoyed being with the club girls, their curves, and their perfume; their soft sounds, and the plush heat of being inside them. The release that came with coupling always left him as loose-limbed as if he’d taken a muscle relaxer; he woke the next day easy and centered, focused in a way he’d never expected. He hadn’t ever thought of himself as someone who was “pent-up,” but the sex always seemed to clean him out, so to speak, and he was sharper, after the immediate post-coital haze wore off.

Sex with Tenny, without the girls as intermediary, was a whole new kind of revelation. It left him feeling light; left him waking with a sense that he had a secret, one he wanted to guard fiercely. Everyone else saw Tenny’s smirks and snarls, but Reese got to see him soft. Got to see his doubt, and his hesitance; Reese got toknowhim, and that felt like something precious.

He’d awakened that morning more slowly than he ever had, already aware of the warm body pressed to his before his eyes opened; had known he was safe, that Tenny would have roused him if there was a threat, and so he’d been drowsy and in no hurry to spring out of bed and splash cold water on his face, like normal. He’d never been around anyone whose instincts and training matched his own, who he couldtrust– not until Tenny. He’d always had to sleep light; to be the watchdog; had trained to let himself run on as little rest as possible. But if Tenny was there, and awake, he didn’t have to worry.

Tenny had been quiet, as they packed their things and checked out of the hotel, but it was a pensive sort of quiet, rather than the brooding one of last night, and so Reese didn’t let himself fret about it.

The ride back was pleasant, the steady drone of their engines and the constant buffeting of the wind keeping the heat of late summer at bay.

Something was wrong with Eden; that much had been immediately apparent upon seeing her.

“Not dealing with that,” Tenny had muttered, when they were back out in the driveway and buckling on their helmets. “That’s Fox’s business.”

Reese had nodded in agreement – women were still the greatest of mysteries to him – and they’d ridden back to Dartmoor. Home, he supposed.

To be met by all the prospects, camped out at the picnic tables beneath the pavilion, eating a late lunch.

“Look,” Deacon jeered as they headed for the door. “It’s thespecial boys.Too good to even do their prospect year.”

And just like that, Tenny’s calm, unbothered energy shifted. Reese saw his shoulders lift, his arms tense. His face had been blank before – but a soft blank. A relaxed mouth, and eyes round and observant, rather than calculating. Reese could see all of that, even if no one else could –I know him, I know him, only me, he’s mine– and so he could tell right away when Tenny dragged a mask down over his face, and it twisted into something derisive and haughty.

Reese knew a sudden urge to hit Deacon, and that surprised him. Violence had never been aboutwantbefore, at least not until Tenny. WhenI hate you, I hate you,I hate youbecame something very different.

Reese waited for a cutting retort – but Tenny only shot the group a nasty sneer and kept walking.

“Hey, guys,” Evan called, and there was a scramble of noise as he clambered up from the table and tried to follow them.

Tenny lengthened his stride and shoved the door open when they reached it.

Reese hung back, and turned to intercept Evan in the foyer.

“What is it?” he asked.

Evan was a good few inches taller, but still hapless; he reeled back the way he always did in the face of Reese’s full attention. “Oh. Um. Well.” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck, and fluffed his soft brown hair. “I haven’t really seen you guys since the whole patching-in thing. I wanted to say congrats. You guys are both way, way ahead of the rest of us, as far as, you know, everything goes. Don’t listen to Deacon. You deserve this.”

A beat passed before Reese realized he’d just received a compliment. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Yeah, man, totally.” He brought his hands together and laced his fingers in an unmistakably nervous gesture. “Um. Actually, I wanted to ask you guys something. Or” – he skirted a look around Reese’s shoulder, into the common room; Reese heard the thump of leather couch cushions and then the TV cut on – “maybe just you, and you can ask him for me? Sorry, man, but he still freaks me the hell out.”

Reese blinked. Never before had anyone confessed tohimof all people thatsomeone else“freaked them out.” First time for everything, he guessed. Also, were people learning to read him? Or, as Tenny had suggested when he ragged him about “making faces,” was he giving more away than he used to?

“I was wondering,” Evan continued, oblivious to Reese’s small internal crisis, “if you – or you guys – would mind helping me with a little more sparring practice.”

Sparring with Evan had, so far, been an exercise in futility. Despite his long reach, he threw only half-hearted punches, flinched easily, and got tangled up in his own feet so often it wasn’t necessary to sweep his legs. The sessions always ended with Fox dryly insulting him while a red-faced, panting Evan tried to hide in a sweat towel, shoulders drooping in defeat.

“Really?” Reese asked.

“Yeah, I mean…” His expression turned sheepish. “I know I suck at it, but I want to be valuable around here, you know? And I can wash a mean bike, and pull a beer like a pro, but…I dunno. Boomer and Deacon just kinda sit back and let whatever happen. They do what Ghost tells them to, but they…shit, they don’t wanna get better at anything, you know? And you guys are so valuable you got patched early. I know I can’t ever get on that level. But.” He shrugged. “I can try.”

In another life,tryinghad never counted for Reese. Each try was met with a punishment – each success with an absence of such.

But. Well. It was just that: another life. In this one, he wasspecial, apparently, and someone was seeking out his help.

“Okay,” he said.

Evan grinned. “Okay? Really?”

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