Feeling strangely empty and desperate to be filled, I sidled up next to him and ordered a shot. If I was going down, I planned to go down in a whiskey-fueled blaze of hot and passionate glory. We drank until all common sense and inhibitions were obliterated and Eagle was giving me the suggestive side eye.
I’d run out of fuel to escape his gravity field. Hell, I didn’t even want to wait until we went back to the fire station to hook up. Excusing myself under the pretense of using the restroom, I searched for a somewhat private room we could get busy in. The dressing room door was closed and locked. I put my ear to it and heard that someone else had the same idea. Sounded like Havoc and Julia. Apparently weddings did have this effect on everyone.
I found a broom closet that would have to do.
Returning to Eagle, I told him where I’d be if he was interested in joining me. Then I went to the closet to wait. The heat in his eyes had told me he’d follow, but I still worried as the minutes ticked away. Finally, the door opened and in he came, looking dapper in his suit yet wild with lust. He locked the door behind him, took one look at me, and then closed the distance between us.
Our bodies mashed together, our tongues danced, and we groped each other like inexperienced teenagers desperate for our first fuck. He smelled crisp and clean with a hint of metal, and I breathed him in, letting him fill my senses. His hands on me felt familiar, but strangely foreign, like coming home to find all the furniture moved around. He’d changed, we both had, and the thought was both reassuring and unsettling. I didn’t know this man. I never really had, yet being in his arms felt so right. More right than anything I’d ever experienced.
I tried not to say anything stupid, but through my drunken, lust-filled haze I may have told Eagle I missed his tongue and his cock. He might have replied that I had the best tits and tightest pussy he’d ever felt.
We were far too wasted for pretenses and games. Our usual power struggle was put on hold, leaving nothing between us but explicit attraction and savage need.
Rock music blared from the party. It was so loud nobody would be able to hear us. We were clear to unleash and be as wild as we wanted. As weneeded. I wrapped my legs around Eagle, silently begging him to give me everything.
Shelves pressed into my back as he slid his hand up my dress to slide my lace thong aside and plunged two fingers into my channel. Gasping at the invasion, I threw my head back.
“You’re so wet for me, Naomi,” he breathed. He slid his fingers out slowly before burying them again. His thumb flicked my nub. “So fucking wet. And so goddamn beautiful when you lose control.”
Before I could respond, his lips were back on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. The intense, all-consuming attack made my body tremble and my knees go weak. My release built, and I gyrated my hips, forcing him into the spot that would make me detonate. It still wasn’t enough.
“More,” I rasped, my voice breathy and deep.
He slid a third finger inside me. Still not enough. I needed all of him.
“More,” I growled, attacking the zipper of his pants. “I want you inside me.”
Freeing his cock, I stroked it as he met my gaze and moaned.
“Condom?” I asked.
He fumbled with his wallet until the foil packet came free. Then he rolled it over his thick, hard shaft and slammed into me. He felt so damn perfect that tears stung my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him and took him in deeper, loving the way his pounding skirted the border of pleasure and pain.
“Harder,” I breathed before I found his mouth again.
As he stepped up the pace, our tongues danced. My entire body felt alive and wild. Grinding against his cock, I grabbed his shoulders and rode him as he fucked me. We both chased our release with a primal single-mindedness. The shelves bit into my back, intensifying the pain and the pleasure. He released my mouth to nip at my neck. I sucked in air and fought harder for my release, grinding against him. His thumb returned to my clit, flicking. It was exactly what I needed, and I detonated, my climax so violent it tore through my body like an explosion. Desperate to take Eagle with me, I squeezed his cock inside me and rode out my orgasm until he found his own release.
In the moments afterward, as we fought to catch our breath, he stayed inside me, cradling me against the shelves. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the past two years that I’d missed him, but I rested my head on his shoulder and let him hold me.
I knew it was still just sex, but once again it felt like something more. Like comfort and familiarity. Like connection.
Eventually, Eagle pulled out and tossed the condom in a trash can. “We should get back out there before we’re missed.” He glanced at the door but seemed reluctant to leave.
I understood his struggle all too well. Hell, I didn’t know if I could even walk yet. “Everyone’s so wasted I doubt they’ll notice our absence,” I pointed out. I wasn’t ready for this to end. I didn’t want Eagle to disappear again. Link and Emily would leave for their honeymoon tomorrow and I’d go back to the base with only my memories of this closet fuck to sustain me.
“Will you at least say goodbye this time?” I asked, unable to stifle the pain I felt at the thought. Would this be it for me and Eagle? Just one round of passionate sex every time I came home?
Something indecipherable crossed his features. Pain? Regret? Whatever it was fled before I could figure it out. He gently kissed my lips, then my jaw. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart. Not by a long shot. Why don’t we call a cab and get out of here? Go back to the station.”
Then what?
The question sat on the tip of my tongue, but I was too afraid to voice it.
Meeting my gaze, he brushed a loose curl away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Stay with me tonight, Naomi. Don’t run away this time.”
Dropping my head to his chest again, I breathed him in as emotions churned within me. Kim said Eagle never let anyone stay the night, yet he was inviting me. This was big. Too big. It was just supposed to be sex.
Yet I couldn’t stop myself from nodding my assent against his chest.
