“Fine, you don’t wanna talk, I’ll go first. I know you’re upset ‘cause I didn’t say shit when my idiot brother opened his damn mouth and spewed shit everywhere,” Eagle tried to explain, growling deep in his throat when I attempted to look away. “I did it because when my brother is called out, sometimes he likes to make a complete asshole of himself. And to have him already say that shit, fuck, if he’d have carried on, I would have given you my gun to shoot the sorry bastard.”
Maybe I was being dramatic. Perhaps Eagle was right, and it was better that I left, and he dealt with his brother alone, but I couldn’t help but feel that ache in my chest. Eagle had stood with me against my brother, he’d risked being arrested just so he could give Abel what he deserved for laying a hand on me that day. So to see him not fight for me, it fucking hurt. It hurt more than I expected it to, and I knew it was because I was developing feelings for this man in front of me. I’d tried to play them off, pretend like we weren’t getting in deeper and deeper every single day because it scared me, it honestly scared the crap out of me.
I wanted Eagle so badly, that my body was vibrating with need and I was finding it hard to breathe. He stepped in closer, and I swore in that moment that my heart leaped out of my chest and landed on the carpet at our feet.
His breath brushed across my bare neck as his nose traced lightly along my jawline to my ear. His beard tickled against my skin, delighting my senses. The dull ache between my legs had now started to throb with need and want. He was pushing me without taking what he wanted, but I wasn’t sure why.
“Now tell me why the hell you’ve packed a damn bag and look like you’re about to do a runner,” he demanded, his voice low and scary as his lips drew down my neck, his body holding me captive.
I swallowed my fucking pride and decided to just lay it all out there. “I told myself I’d never fall for a member of the club. I’d seen girls do it before, think that one of the boys will be their knight in shining armor and all he sees her as is a friend who he occasionally fucks,” I tried not to let my voice crack.
“So you were leaving because you like me?” he asked, pulling back with a frown. I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move, which made me more frustrated.
“Yes! Okay.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he said with a grin before pressing his lips to mine.
I was confused, but I couldn’t do anything but melt into his arms, my hands instinctually wrapping around his waist. We devoured each other, and I loved every fucking minute of it even though I didn’t really understand why. His body was warm, it was comforting, right when I needed him he was there. When he finally pulled back, I was struggling to breathe, and he had a wicked grin on his face.
“I don’t know what just happened,” I said, my breathing heavy.
“I’ve spent the last fucking three weeks getting to know your past, your mind, your heart and your fucking body. I want you that much I know. I don’t want to have to worry about whether one of my brothers might come to you, today, tomorrow, next week, and touch you because I want you to be mine and only mine.”
“I… I… ” I couldn’t help but stutter. My heart skipped, and my mouth fell open. “We’ve only really known each other for three weeks?”
He laughed and reached out, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. “I’m not trying to freak you out, I know the whole idea of having a man own you or claim you isn’t exactly your idea of a relationship,” he said gently, and my heart expanded in my chest at the fact he knew that it would make me apprehensive. “I’m just asking you to give it a go, to see where this might lead without the both of us worried that I’m gonna walk in here one day and have to shoot one of my brothers.”
I already knew what my answer was.
Yes, I wanted to see where this could lead.
Yes, I was over freaking out every time I heard someone walk outside my door.
Yes.
But before I could say the actual words, the roar of a shit load of motorcycles filled the room and shook the walls.
Eagle’s smug face quickly turned into something far more serious, and he jogged to the door. “Stay here!” he ordered, before rushing down the hall, the footsteps of others like a chorus through the building.
Typical, right on my moment.