Page 3 of Eagle

Closing the tap on the faucet, I sighed as I dried my hands, but the door opened before I could exit.Goddammit. Why was he so fucking handsome? And that crooked smile he gave me through the perfect amount of scruff on his face not only quickened the flutter in my pussy but sent a jolt to my chest. My own body was trying to shoot me in the heart, alerting me to wake the fuck up. But it was no use.

Eagle said nothing but closed the distance between us and cupped my face in his hands, devouring my mouth with his. I wanted to curse myself for the moan I let out as his hands roamed over me, squeezing my nipple through my shirt playfully before traveling further. My legs parted for him easily in anticipation.

“No panties,” he purred against my lips. Nope. Because apparently, I let my pussy run the show all the time. All I wore to bed was one of his t-shirts, knowing damn well even if he was tired when he got home, he’d want me once he realized my ass was bare in the bed.

Between it being so late and the haze of his kisses and touch, I was practically drunk on him. The sound of his belt and a condom wrapper were all I heard before he lifted my ass to the counter then pressed himself deep inside. My body hummed as he filled me and everything I had been obsessing over pushed to the back of my mind.

I grabbed his shoulders for leverage, my hooded eyes getting a peek at him still fully dressed, cut and all, plunging his cock in and out as he stared down at my pussy. His chestnut hair bounced around his face with the rhythm of his hips. He usually kept it tucked behind his ears, but when we were in the throes, his jaw-length tendrils always framed his face.

“Your little cunt is so perfect, Lacy. Fuck, you feel good. DoI feel good to you?” he asked as he pumped. “Tell me you like it when I fuck you.”

“You feel so good,” I moaned out. It was true. His dark eyes locked on mine as he fucked me at a steady pace. His huge frame took up so much space in the tiny bathroom and made me feel so small. I loved having this giant of man inside of me, surrounding me.

“Tell me, Lacy. Tell me you like it,” he grunted.

“I love it when you fuck me, Eagle. More,” I begged as nerves all over my body prickled and blood rushed between my hips.

He grabbed my neck with one hand, my hip with the other, and pounded, using me like a cocksheath. He was so strong, but his grip on my throat was firm, yet still practiced and gentle. It sent just enough blood to my head as my channel pulsed around him.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I squeaked out. He had perfected the pressure on my neck so that it felt good, and I could still breathe, but it was labored, and words were strained.

“I feel that pussy choking me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. Then Eagle growled and slammed into me deep with another hard thrust, still holding me in place

His hand went from the front of my neck to the back, pulling me up and closer to him as he panted to catch his breath. He dug his fingers into my updo, making the messy bun even messier from the feel of it.

When I dropped my legs from around his waist, his cock slipped out, so he reached down and took care of the condom. Reaching around me, he turned the faucet on, then grabbed the hand towel I just dried my hands on and wet it. He moved back and lifted the hem of my shirt. His lips were closed, and his face was nearly expressionless before a quirk went up on the edgeof his lip and his lids dipped. “I love the way your pussy gets all red and swollen after I’ve fucked you,” he said before he gently wiped between my folds. I squirmed as he rubbed over my clit, then relaxed as he wiped the rest of the way down.

He talked a lot while we fucked, but not any other time. After the thrill of the moment had passed, everything I had been thinking of came rushing back. I wanted so badly to talk to him about it, but now wasn’t the time. He’d been on club business, and I just let him use me as a ragdoll. I didn’t want him to say what I wanted to hear just to appease me into letting him sleep. Plus, I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful.

I watched as he cleaned himself up but slunk off the counter and moved toward the toilet. “I uh…,” I said as I looked down.

“Sure thing. See you in bed.” He gave me a peck on the lips then left the bathroom.

As I handled business, I sighed. A peck. Oh well. At least I have a place to sleep, right?

When I left the bathroom, he was just pulling his jeans off, so I climbed into bed and got near the edge on what was deemed my side. When he got in, he turned the lamp off then reached over and dragged me across the bed, flush against him. He was naked and his semi-hard cock pressed against my ass. “Did I fuck you good, baby?”

I started to put my hand over his that was holding me close but decided against it. I don’t know why, but it felt wrong. Instead, I tucked it between my cheek and the pillow. “You sure did,” I whispered, feigning sleepiness.

In a perfect world, that would have been a great way to end my day. I was laying with this perfect man, cuddled close, but I still felt so alone.

Chapter 3

Eagle

I had a full schedule at the shop and was still beat from the night before. We were getting restless and scraping for answers about Raven’s killer, though. Just a few months ago we were on top of the world. We had a great arms dealer in Jersey that only supplied us for the South, our club was thriving and had patched in several new members already for the year, and our alliances with all the local and neighboring state clubs were strong. Besides the occasional deal gone wrong, watching out for the boys in blue, and stupid shit like cat fights with the bunnies, we didn’t have any problems.

Now, we had a rat in the club we still hadn’t IDed, a crime ring with a vendetta against the club and we had no clue why, and with our search for answers, some of our business relationships had started to wear thin.

Raven had done business like a salesman. He was smooth talking but made deals that were mutually beneficial. Lot of good that did. Now he’s gone and we’re trying to manage thoserelationships while still showing we won’t rest until we know who did this and take down this shadow crime ring.

“Morning, Eagle,” Daisy said as I walked inside Destiny’s Ink, the tattoo shop Falcon and I ran. She started working there a while ago as a negotiation. She wanted to work, but Falcon didn’t want her to strip anymore. So now she’s our office manager. Shewasour administrative assistant and to push her buttons, we tried calling her the secretary, but apparently that wasn’t to her liking. So, she got a promotion.

She was wearing her new cut that showed everyone who she belonged to. She really was having a good month. But he was happy, and she was a good girl and perfect for him.

“Hey Daisy. Falcon back there?” I asked as I rounded the desk so I could peek at the computer.

She looked up through her lashes with her lips in a smirk. “Can I help you?”

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