“I don’t know. Maybe we should come up with a hybrid of both names,” he says sarcastically, pain evident in his eyes.
“Whatever turns you on, Eagle.”
“This isn’t a fucking game,” he says. “All of this . . .” He gestures between us with his hands. “Was a big fucking mistake.”
I stare at him, admiring his chiseled features. Even when he’s angry, Caleb is beautiful. “At the cabin or in my apartment?”
His purses his lips. “You think I’m just talking about the sex?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about exactly, Eagle. I don’t believe you, though. Or do you want me to call you Caleb?”
He pounds his fist on the table. “Unbelievable. Some things never change. You’re still a smartass.”
“You never seemed to mind it before.”
“That was a lifetime ago.”
“If you’ll just give me a chance to explain . . .”
“That’s why you’re here. Only I won’t be a part of it. I’ve recused myself based on our sordid history. Tonsils will oversee the interview. The only reason we’re alone is because I wanted to ask you a specific question.”
“Why? It appears as if you’ve already made up your mind about me.”
“Maybe I have.” He stands up. “This is personal,Angel,and has no impact on the MC.”
I can’t believe he said my name. I close my eyes for a brief second, letting the emotions roll over me. “Ask me anything.” I open my eyes again.
“Why did you sleep with me at the cabin? You were a fucking virgin.”
He’s confused and angry. So am I. For too many reasons to explain. “Do you really need to ask, Eagle? Think about it. You loved me. We adored each other. What other man could I have possibly given myself to?”
He rubs his face, glaring at me. “I’m sure you had plenty of offers.”
“Maybe,” I say noncommittally. “Do you think I changed my identity and moved to Texarkana to party?”
“I don’t give a shit.”
I snort. “You’re a terrible liar.”
He comes at me and stops short of my chair. “So help me . . .”
“What? You want to fuck me again, Eagle? Need to be inside me but can’t admit it because it’ll make you look weak? Give me an advantage?” I use my legs to slide the chair back from the table. “Look at me. What danger can I possibly pose to you tied up? I’m just the girl you loved. The woman you swore to protect no matter what. Well, guess what, asshat. This situation qualifies as ano matter what.” I’m baiting him on purpose, using the only weapon I have at my disposal, my body. If I can get him to open up to me this way, he might listen to me after.
His jaws tighten. “Angel.”
Hearing my real name slip from his mouth is the best kind of aphrodisiac. My body ignites. “Eagle. Please . . .”
He’s on me. He lifts me from the chair and spins me around, leaning me over the table. I thank whatever higher power deserves the credit for granting me the foresight to wear a skirt today. Eagle shoves it above my waist and yanks my panties aside. Warm, thick fingers invade my core and he groans.
“So fucking wet,” he hisses.
“For you,” I whisper, closing my eyes. I deserve to suffer some. And I want him so desperately. I want him to fill and stretch me, to claim me again. To make me his old lady. I want to be patched—permanently marked as property of Eagle and the Iron Norsemen.
He withdraws his fingers and I hear him unbuckling his belt. The anticipation is killing me as I struggle to get comfortable, the edge of the table biting into my stomach.
First entry is the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt. My insides light up, all my nerve endings tingling with pleasure. His movements are methodical. He feeds me every inch of his cock, then pulls out so slowly. Every fifth or sixth stroke he hammers deep, taking the edge off, but then slows down again.
He leans over me, sweeping my hair aside, exposing my neck. He nibbles lightly, then bites. “Why?” he whispers in my ear. “Why did you leave me, Angel?”
