Chapter 2
Lacy
Earlier, I had watched Falcon track down Daisy to let her know he had club business. We were still pretty new to the life, being here just a few months, but we knew that meant something dangerous, probably illegal. We didn’t ask questions, which I was fine with. These guys could have left me in Jersey with Tony, but Falcon was so smitten with Daisy, when she asked to bring me along, he didn’t think twice. I owed her, and these men, my life and my freedom.
I’d be completely fine being told there was club business. Except, Eagle didn’t come find me. I heard about the run from Daisy after the Hollywood kiss between her and Falcon. She couldn’t stop smiling and gripping her cut. She got a cut. With her name on it. And it had “Property of Falcon” of on the back.
Daisy deserved it. She had been my only friend for a while, and I was so glad she talked the guys into getting me away from Tony, too. She could have left me behind but didn’t. Falcon was obsessed with her, and even before he claimed her as his Old Lady, everyone was already talking like she was. It was no surprise that she got her own cut. I was happy as hell for her, but it stung a little to think how polar opposite my relationship, or situationship, was with Eagle.
He was a lot different than Falcon, much less intense. He cracked more jokes and was overall more lighthearted. He was gentle and kind. I remember hopping onto this stranger’s bike the night all hell broke loose at the club, and the feel of his firm body under that leather and the warmth of his masculine fragrance. He was reassuring and confident. I’d be lying if I said my pussy didn’t throb almost immediately, just from his presence.
The first few days I was here at the clubhouse, he took me shopping and let me get anything I wanted. I felt like Vivian in Pretty Woman. He showed me around, took me to his job–well his official job–at the tattoo shop. I think whatever he did for the club was different but, again, we didn’t really know what they did. It seemed like a dream. A fantasy. We shared a bed for a few days, but he didn’t try anything. What a gentleman he was.
Eventually, I made a move. It was all so perfect and the comfort of having a man that I welcomed instead of one being forced on me was empowering and gave me a sense of control again. And the sex…just wow. He knew exactly what to do and then some. Again, wow. But while my dewy eyes were clouded, his demeanor never changed. He wasn’t mean. Far from it. That’s what was so frustrating. He probably treated me better than any man I’d ever been involved with, except he kept his distance. Other men always made it clear we were together; I was theirs–too bad I failed to ask if that went both ways.
Once the new and shiny wore off, I started to realize he wasn’t just being super polite and patient. He was closed off to intimacy. I had shared what happened to us and he listened intently, said how sorry he was I went through that, and not to worry…I was safe now.
I figured maybe he was slow to open up, or he was trying to give me time to feel comfortable. The truth was, I had started to fall hard for him from the get-go. But my crush started to feel more like crushing as weeks went by and nothing changed. We hung out around the clubhouse when he was there, and I still slept in his room, but it wasn’t what I’d expected. Not that I should have had any expectations at all. I was lucky to be there; lucky they took me in. And really, sleeping with him was much nicer than I’d imagine the bunny rooms were. They had a lot of twin bunks and sometimes more girls stayed than beds were available.
After all this time, though, I figured I’d get some glimmer of him really liking me, not just having a regular plaything. Now, I was starting to feel like that was all I was; all I’d be to him. I’d seen it with the bunnies since I’d been around. And after having so much time to myself while he was at work or doing club business, I made friends with a lot of the bunnies. From what I gathered, it was typical for the guys to have fun with a bunny for a bit, then move on to another. Sometimes they’d keep the same girl around for sex, but apparently it was odd that I was staying with him every night. As I lay there in his bed, in his room, I stared up at the ceiling wondering what kind of shape he’d be in when he got back. Would he even care that I was waiting up for him?
Slamming my hands down by my sides, I blew a breath through pursed lips. I was being silly. Seriously, I was lucky as hell to even be at the clubhouse, much less sleeping in his room every night, instead of sharing a small bed with another woman.
I could do this. I just had to be smart, know my place. I’d let this thing run its course and then see what, or who, happened next. But one thing was certain: I needed some money. I’d asked several times about going to Destiny’s Desires to try out, but every time I got some weird and short response like “maybe next week” or “I think they’re full.” Jeannie, one of the bunnies who came around but lived offsite, worked at the strip club and she was saying they could use some extra girls. With his attitude towards me, it didn’t make sense that he’d try to keep me away because he was jealous. But after speaking to Daisy and learning how Falcon was opposed, not only because he thought it was dangerous, but because he was also a little possessive, I assumed keeping me away was for her sake.
Was that it? Was Eagle keeping me entertained because of Daisy? I shook that off. Maybe at the beginning, but Falcon claimed her. It wasn’t like she’d take off now because of me. Plus, as crazy as Falcon was about Daisy, she was equally smitten with him. She’d told me more than once that she wanted me to stay, but if I wanted to leave, she’d support me as long as I promised to keep coming around and stay in touch.
I wasn’t supposed to know, but they took out Tony, so wasn’t the danger gone? That had to have been what they were worried about, right?
Upset with myself for caring at all when he’d be back, I tried to close my eyes, but the dull thud of bass from the music downstairs was keeping me from drifting off. After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, I got up to use the small restroom. Maybe if I emptied my bladder, I could fall asleep.
I was washing my hands and adjusting my messy bun when I heard the unmistakable thump of Eagle’s boots just as the door to the bedroom opened and closed. My core fluttered. Traitorous bitch . Always thinking of herself and never of my heart.
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. Do I 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 edge of 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.