“I just need time to think,” she insisted. “I have a horrible headache,” she lied, “and I think a nice hot shower will help. After that, I can run you back to your bike before I head over to Gloria’s to check in on her. She might need me to take her grocery shopping.”
He smiled up at her and she knew that he was ready to call her out again. “I took her grocery shopping three days ago,” he said.
“Well, she might need to run some errands,” she insisted. He nodded and got out of her bed, pulling on his jeans from the night before.
“Okay, honey,” he said, “I’ll give you some time to think.” He walked out of her bedroom and down the hall. “You mind if I make some coffee?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she agreed. The sooner she could get into the shower, the more time she’d be able to buy herself before she agreed to everything that Reacher said he wanted from her.
Brandi had spent way too much time in the shower.
Her fingers were wrinkled, and she felt the hot water turning lukewarm.
If she didn’t finish up, she knew that she’d possibly blow her chance with Reacher.
Did she want that? Did she want a chance with the sexy biker?
She knew that she did but seemed to be questioning everything this morning.
She didn’t really lie about needing some time, and her head did hurt, although the shower seemed to help with that.
She was sure that she was a bit hungover, but that wasn’t anything a few Advil wouldn’t cure.
The question remained—why was she being such a chicken this morning when all she wanted last night was for Reacher to push her up against the wall and make her his?
She shut off the water and pulled a towel from the hook to wrap around her body. When she opened the shower curtain, she stepped right out into a brick wall of hot biker and nearly fell on her ass. “Wow, honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to steady her. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I wasn’t really expecting to find you in here,” she said. “Why are you in my bathroom, Reacher?” she asked.
“I wanted to let you know that I made you something to eat, and some coffee. I hope that you don’t mind that I raided your refrigerator.” She didn’t mind at all. Having someone to cook for her was quite a luxury.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No problem,” he said, “I also answered your cell phone when Gloria called, and she said that you should take the day off.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” she spat. Her long hair was dripping down her back and she shivered. It was cold and she needed to dry off and put on some clothes.
“I answered your cell phone,” he started. She held up her hand, effectively stopping him from continuing.
“Yeah, I got that much,” she said. “Why would you answer my phone? You know what—don’t answer that either. Now, Gloria will think that we spent the night together.”
He smiled down at her, “Well, we did,” he reminded.
“Jesus, this is awful,” she spat. “Get out of my bathroom so I can get dressed, Reacher,” she insisted. Instead, the big biker took a step towards her, and she backed up against the wall. “Reacher,” she said as though warning him not to push her any further.
He dipped his head, his lips so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on hers.
“Tell me that you don’t want this, Brandi, and I’ll stop.
You can run me home and we don’t have to talk about any of this ever again.
” The thought of him not touching or kissing her like he did last night, made her sad.
She wanted what he was asking from her, but was she ready to give it to him?
“I—I’m not sure what to say, Reacher,” she admitted. “You make me crazy.”
“Crazy in a good way, right?” he asked. She smiled up at him and nodded, knowing that there would be no lying to get out of this now. She was in—for better or worse, and that scared the hell out of her.
Reacher started to touch and kiss her all over, and when he had her completely worked up and panting for more, he turned her around and pushed her up against the wall. “I love the way that your breath hitches when I do this.” He ran his hands down the front of her body from behind.
“I need more,” she panted. He pulled her towel from her body, and she let it fall to the floor.
“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 she felt.
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.