I pulled the blanket up over my sister as she snuggled down into bed. She was sleeping in what used to be Blizzard’s room, but it had been vacant since Blizzard and Rose moved into their own place a few minutes down the road. It meant she was just a few doors down, and I made sure she knew which one was Eagle’s in case something happened during the night.

She seemed pretty happy to be at the clubhouse though, I think she was warming to the brothers and starting to understand that they weren’t out to hurt her, but instead were the ones who were trying to keep her safe.

“I love you,” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face, her eyelids dipping a little from exhaustion.

“I love you more,” she murmured back with a smile.

Leaving her to sleep, I tiptoed out of the room and back down the hall, eager to find Eagle and spend the night in his arms. It was corny, I knew it was, but honestly, I just couldn’t find it in me to care.

As I took the last step, my foot didn’t even hit the floor before I was swept up into two strong arms and carried back up the way I’d come. There were wolf whistles and hoots coming from the room downstairs making me giggle as Eagle hefted me over his shoulder, and I was left to just hang while he stomped toward his room.

It wasn’t even worth trying to fight it, so I just bounced along, rolling my eyes dramatically and muttering to myself. “Why do they always throw women over their shoulders? They can’t carry them gently? They always have to go down the damn caveman route?” I complained to myself as Eagle opened his bedroom door, slamming it shut before he bent forward and flopped me onto my back on the bed.

“Anyone ever tell you, you complain a lot?” he asked, looking down at me with his eyebrow raised, but a clearly amused smirk on his face.

I folded my arms across my chest, refusing to lift my head up and look at him as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Are you complaining about me complaining? That’s a little ironic,” I shot back, trying not to be smug but mentally tacking that up as a win to me.

When he didn’t respond, I shifted nervously, wondering whether he’d suddenly decided that he’d had enough of my smart mouth, and was going to boot me back out the door again. I could hear him moving, but I was still afraid to look, choosing instead to focus on the ceiling and the strange marks that were on it.

I wonder how long they’d—

“Come here,” Eagle’s gruff voice demanded in a no bullshit tone.

My back straightened and I chewed on my lip as I slowly sat up, searching for him but at the same time trying to avoid eye contact.

He was sitting in the large armchair which was in the corner of the room, usually covered in clothing or towels or just anything that didn’t really have a place or that he hadn’t been bothered putting away. All that said, junk was now on the floor beside the chair, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

He held his face straight, but I could see the fire in his eyes, and there was no missing the way his jeans were straining, the bulge in them enough to already have my pussy tingling in anticipation. Eagle crooked his finger at me, and I slowly followed the instruction, slipping off the end of the bed and onto my feet. I was excited and nervous at the same time, trying to judge his demeanor as I slowly moved closer, one step after the other.

“Nice to see you finally cleaned off your chair,” I commented, unable to hold my tongue since I’d been giving him shit about this chair for a week or more.

Eagle made me laugh, he made me want to push his buttons and say stupid shit until he smiled, because his smile made me feel warm, it made me feel like it was there for me. But the way he was looking at me right now, it made me feel warm too, but for a whole different reason.

My body burned with need as he continued to stare at me, his eyes dark and menacing but in the sexiest way possible. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that this man would never lay a finger on me in any other way than to cause pleasure, but I was beginning to think that maybe in order to get that pleasure tonight, I was in for a little bit of pain.

When I was finally within reach, his hand flew out, and he grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling me forward, so I was standing between his spread knees. “Turn around, touch the floor,” he ordered, and I saw the flicker of a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Excuse me?” I asked, my brow pulling together.

He reached for the button on my jeans and flicked it open. Then he dragged down the zipper, and with one swift movement, he tugged them down my thighs. I was standing there staring at him as if he was a little crazy, his face just inches from my pussy. Which was now only covered by a lacy thong.

“Turn around, touch the floor,” he repeated, and this time the smirk was fully evident. “I keep telling you that one of these days that smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, tonight it has.”

Holy shit.

If my thong wasn’t already drenched, it was going to be now. My clit began to throb with need as I slowly shuffled my feet, turning so I was facing away from him.

“Touch the floor,” he growled, obviously just as affected by this as I was.

I bent over, placing my hands on the floor and silently thanking my yoga instructor.

A loud slap filled the room, and the sting that followed had me cursing the man behind me. “Damn it, Eagle!”

He chuckled, but it was followed by another sharp slap to the opposite ass cheek, this time almost making me fall flat on my face. There was a fine line between what felt good and what was just fucking painful, and he was riding it like a professional because I didn’t know whether to turn around and scream at him or grind my ass back into his face.

The decision was made for me, he took both cheeks in his hands and gently brushed his thumb across the tender skin before pressing several feather light kisses to the area. I hummed happily at the attention, enjoying the soft touch that I knew he was capable of, and that I often craved.

Eagle had proved to me time and time again that there was more to him than people saw, with a gentleness that I hadn’t expected. There was this stigma about these guys—they didn’t do romance, they didn’t do sweet words. When you were with a brother, you expected things to be hard and rough with a slur of dirty talk that would make any woman’s panties melt off instantly. And while you often got just that, I was now appreciating the connection that we had, and the way I was able to see a part of him that I’m sure many others didn’t get to experience.

“Come here,” he urged, must softer now, helping me to stand upright again and turn back around without toppling over when all the blood rushed back to the rest of my body.

His jeans were already down around his ankles, and his cock was sitting proudly against his stomach as he stripped his T-shirt off over his head, stretching his body out and leaving me standing there with my jaw hanging open like it was something I’d never seen before. Because damn, every time I got a look at this man’s body, I became more and more entranced.

I swear the man should be on fucking magazines, or Playgirl, or even book covers or something. He was just too damn perfect to be real to be here with me.

“You just gonna stand there, pretty girl?” he asked, snapping me from my perving session and bringing my eyes to his face. His hand curled around his cock, and he gave it a few firm tugs before I couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped my thong down my legs.

Eagle groaned in appreciation as I placed my knees in the slim spaces either side of him, my pussy bumping his length and making me gasp. His hands made quick work of my tank top, tossing it behind me, followed closely by my bra which he managed to flick off in a record of two seconds, with one hand.

He immediately grabbed each of my breasts, one in each hand and sat forward, flicking at each nipple with his tongue. I squirmed, he fucking loved it, moving back and forth between each until I was writhing and grinding against him and moaning his name in a mixture of need and annoyance.

One hand moved, hooking around my neck and drawing my mouth down to his, while the other hand grabbed his length and lined it up with my pussy which was now completely soaked with need. As soon as it was where I wanted it, his hand slipped out, and I dropped myself right down to the hilt making us both pull back.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed through his teeth while my mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath. “Damn it, Sky, you trying to kill me?”

I gasped, pushing my body back up and dropping right back down again. I grabbed hold of his shoulders, and Eagle’s hands went to my waist as if he was going to try and slow me down, but instead, Eagle just held me there while he lifted his hips, driving himself a little fucking further.

I threw my head back, my long hair tickling down my spine. “I just got you,” I murmured. “Killing you would destroy the whole reason I was a blubbering mess earlier.”

“Damn straight,” he growled, obviously finding it hard to keep his control as I began to move up and down on his cock—slowly, so damn slowly. I felt him move, and a shudder vibrated through my body when I felt his beard brush against my throat, his lips moving across my skin, not kissing, just a gentle caress which somehow seemed so much more intense, so much more intimate. He traced my collarbone, and just as he tried to pull back, I hooked my arm around his neck, holding him tightly against me as I rode him, my pace becoming faster and faster. His hands moved from my hips, his arms circled my waist as he helped, tugging me up and down, helping me find a rhythm that instantly sparked the fire in my belly to roar.

“Eagle,” I moaned, his hips moving in time with mine, the both of us pushing toward each other, our bodies burning up.

“Damn it,” he cursed, and I screamed, latching onto him as he pushed to his feet, his cock still buried deep inside me, as he turned to the wall and slammed my back against it, almost knocking the air from my lungs.

Suddenly, he was in control, and I could only hold on for the ride as he used the wall for leverage to hold my body, the angle forcing his thrusts to hit right in the perfect spot. I threw my head back, slamming it against the hard wall while my body began to shake as my orgasm swept over me like a tsunami, stealing my breath and leaving me gasping.

“Eagle!” I rasped.

“Yes, baby,” he growled right in my ear as he slammed me against the wall, pinning me there, the both of us fighting for air as he came.

I could tell his legs were shaking, and I tried to climb down, but he just held me tighter and somehow maneuvered us across the room to the bed without his still rock hard cock slipping from inside me. I clung to him as he threw us both onto the bed, still tangled in each other’s arms and shuddering with aftershocks, the movements almost enough to hit that fucking amazing spot again and set me off.

“See what happens when you be a damn smart ass,” he groaned, nipping at my arms where they were still wrapped around his neck.

“We both know that I’m a smart ass every day, and that has never happened before,” I muttered, suddenly feeling like I was too hot and sticky.

He snorted. “I’ve been keeping a tally.”

“How many before I get that kind of sex again?”

“Twenty,” he answered with a chuckle.

I pulled back, looking him right in the eye with a grin. He shook his head, he knew it was coming.

“How do you get through the airport with those abs of steel?”

“That’s one.”