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I nodded.

“I never wanted you to be part of that,” he murmured in a low tone. “You shouldn’t have been part of it.”

I snorted softly. “Kind of didn’t have a choice. Thank you for rescuing us.”

He shook his head, a look of regret on his face. “That shit was on us, Leo. Payback for something that we did to them a while back.” He hung his head. “Shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“So do things like this happen often between clubs?”

He ran his hand over his lower jaw, and finally shook his head. “Not often. But if you piss off another club, they usually seek retribution. Could be fucking months or even years later, but they don’t forget. We’ve been waiting for them to make their move.”

“One of them said kidnapping us was meant to teach your club a lesson.”

Eagle’s eyes captured mine. “Fuck. He said that?”

I nodded. My gaze moved slowly over his face and upper body, his arms. He looked like someone who’d been in a vicious fight and lost, only I knew better. “You’re covered in blood,” I said, lifting his hand to inspect his busted knuckles. Then I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the torn flesh.

I heard his hiss, but I suspected it had not come from pain, not when there was fire in his eyes. “So what will happen to those men?”

A heavy breath left him. “No more talk about club business.” His eyes dropped to where my bikini top left me exposed, and then he lowered his head and kissed the flesh between my breasts. I shivered at the feel of his hot breath and scruff against me. “Let’s get inside and get cleaned up. And then I’m going to taste and lick and kiss every fucking inch of you.”

His dirty words moved through me like wildfire, and I grew wet between my thighs. I wiggled to ease the itch, getting a knowing smirk from him. He could read me so well. He knew how to get to me with the slightest tease.

I suddenly realized that we were alone, and that the others had already gone inside. Eagle helped me off his bike and we went inside, straight through the bar area and on to his room. The unusual quiet in the place was in stark contrast to the previous times I’d been there. When we got to his room, the light revealed the extent of the injuries to his face. Someone had hit him in the cheek with a sharp object because it was split open. The eye above it was bruised and puffy. His nose looked slightly crooked. It hurt to look at him.

We stood facing each other.

“Let me go first, darlin.’ Normally I’d like a woman in the shower with me, but not when I’m covered in another man’s filth.”

He liked a woman in the shower with him. I decided not to make a big deal about the fact that he had not specified that he wanted me in the shower with him. With his dark eyes trained on me, he pulled off his torn shirt and kicked off his boots. Next came his socks. When his hands went to undo his pants, my eyes landed there. I couldn’t help it. I knew what was behind that zipper, and that it could give me pleasure.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow.” His ribs were badly bruised. I imagined that being in a fight was similar to being in a car accident—you always felt worse the day after.

“So will you.”

“I will?”

His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He stood there, naked and proud, his body bruised and swollen in places, yet he was beautiful to look at. His cock was growing before my eyes, turning me hot and achy inside. The meaning of his words sunk in, and a pleasant tingle settled in my pussy. Damn him! I was more than ready to jump his sexy bones, and he knew it.

“I won’t be long.”

I followed him with my eyes. His backside was just as nice to look at as his front. Wide shoulders, smooth backside covered in tattoos that tapered down to his firm buttocks and powerful, meaty thighs. When he disappeared into the bathroom, I took a breath and removed my clothes.

I’d give Eagle ten minutes, and then I was going to join him in the shower.

Chapter 24

Eagle

I’d said way too fucking much to Leo. If we decided to end the Maniacs and word got out, she would figure out that we’d been the ones to do it. Hell, all the girls would know, they weren’t stupid. We didn’t like killing, but that club needed to go, or we were never going to be rid of them. We couldn’t count on Rickers or any other law enforcement to get involved. Most usually ignored MC drama unless it trickled over into the civilian realm.

I understood what Wolfe was doing by giving the assholes we’d left on the road time to regroup and get back to the chicken farm they were holed up in. It would be a helluva lot easier to take care of them without the possibility of someone coming up on us. We’d gotten lucky on the road. It would have been a mess if a civilian had happened upon the scene, or worse, if Rickers or one of his lackeys had.

Thank fuck for small towns.

I shampooed what little hair I had and scrubbed away the bloody evidence that I’d been in a fight, but I couldn’t do anything about my busted knuckles and my face. My ribs hurt like hell, but they weren’t broken, and they weren’t going to stop me from doing what I wanted to do. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told Leo I was going to lick and bite her all over, though it wouldn’t be until after I returned. Time was going by fast.

I reached down and ran my soapy hand over my hard dick, and let the warm water slide down my body. I thought about rubbing one off to relieve some of the tension, but I would have rather buried myself in a warm, wet cunt, and knowing that Leo was right out in the other room prevented me from giving in to the urge.

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