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“Eddie,” she gasped.

“I can’t stop. I just want to taste you again.”

Chapter 21

Lacy

My body was a pile of nothing. I don’t know that I’d ever come so many times. He didn’t have any more condoms but used his mouth and his hands over and over to bring me the strongest orgasms I’d ever had. Our sex was always hot and I always got off, but nothing like that. I needed to get up, but I wasn’t sure I could successfully walk to the bathroom.

Eagle’s big body was practically covering me, almost like he was making sure I couldn’t go anywhere. His leg was bent over mine, half his torso was on top of me, and his arm was tucked under me. It seemed as if it would be uncomfortable, but I wanted to stay like that forever. Unless of course he wanted to be back between my thighs. Then I could live with him moving.

My bladder finally reminded me it was time to freshen up, so I squirmed, trying to slide from under him. His grip tightened and he snaked his leg under mine, creating a vice grip over me.

“Eddie, I gotta go pee.”

He moaned softly. “Fuuuck, I love it when you say that.”

“I gotta pee? Well pee, pee, pee.”

He angled his face away from the naked breast he was laying on and looked up with a smirk. “Is someone feeling bratty?”

Was I a brat? I’d never explored that. With him I always let him lead and just enjoyed the ride. But something about the shift of power had me feeling bold. “Maybe. But seriously, Eddie,” I said slowly, “I need to go.”

He moved his hand up to my neck and pulled me to him, giving me a deep, sensual kiss. “I’ll be right here.”

This man. Where has this guy been?Chill, Lacy. It’s one night. But so far, I could get used to it. It was the lighthearted Eagle that made it easy to fall for, but this other side, his Eddie-side, that was the missing piece I had been desperately searching for.

I rushed to the bathroom and did my business then tried to clean up a bit. I hadn’t had that much action in a while and my pussy was feeling it. But the ache was delicious and I wouldn’t stop him from going again. I considered sneaking off to Jeannie’s room for some condoms, but didn’t want to invade her space without permission and she was probably still working.

Cringing at my face, I rubbed under my eyes to get rid of the streaks of mascara then pulled my ponytail down, combed my hair, and tossed it into a messy bun. Better. Overall, I had the glow–the just-been-fucked-well glow–and my lips were swollen and red. I couldn’t help but smile.

The door opened and I moved over so it didn’t hit me. Eagle popped his head in and I squealed, “Hello, I was using the bathroom.”

He came inside and grabbed my waist, pulling me against him. “You flushed and I heard you wash your hands. But you were taking too long.” He leaned down and nipped at my neck.

“While I love all this attention, you can’t be with me every second.”

He placed small pecks over my shoulder. “Why not?”

Having a hard time making my point while he planted light kisses over my sensitive skin, I cleared my throat. “Well for one, eventually your phone will buzz and you’ll have club business. Secondly, we both have jobs.”

He lifted his head. “About that–”

I put my hand up to his lips. “I amcertainyou are not about to say I have to quit the job I just started, right after we made up, because that would be a horrible idea.”

His fingers pressed into my bare skin and his chest rumbled. “I won’t say that, but I will say I don’t like it. I don’t want to pretend it’s cool and have it come out later it’s not.”

“But you won’t stop me?” I stared up at him, waiting for his reply.

He shook his head. “No. I won’t stop you. But if I have a reason to believe it’s no longer safe, that’s different.”

I rubbed my hands over his shoulders then down over his tatted chest. “Now Eddie, that’s not really fair because safe is subjective.”

“Lacy, you know some shit’s been going down, especially at other clubs.”

Smiling, I said, “Exactly. Other clubs. Butch and half the MC work at Destiny’s Desires, so I don’t see there being any problems.”

He flinched at the mention of Butch and it prompted me to ask, “You wanna tell me what happened here?” My fingers hovered over one of the bruises on his face.

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