As his grin melted into a smirk, he set me down and took hold of my hand. “Let’s go.”
The chilled air smelled dirty, unlike the spicy and sweet scent of the doctor’s office, filled with flowers and herbs. There were too many people outside, their sweat and dirt hanging in the air like a filthy blanket.
“Hurry up, Squirrel.” Eagle pulled on my arm, and to my surprise tucked me against his side.
Suddenly the noise and the smells didn’t bother me as much. I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel comfortable in Purgatory, but at least when I was with him, it was bearable. More than bearable, even.
Quickly rounding the last group of buildings, we entered the field. Off to our right was one of the two large parking lots, and straight ahead, at the tail end of the lot was the garage. And above the garage was the outline of the moon, just barely visible in the dying sunlight.
I glanced up at Eagle, visually tracing the harsh lines of his face, once again thinking about this morning, and my body reacted to my thoughts with a warming sensation.
Would it ever stop? Lessen? This wanting more of him? Or would it always be like this between us?
“Will what always be like what?” Eagle asked, frowning at me.
My eyes widened and I pressed my lips together. I didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, looking off in the distance.
Eagle pulled me to a stop and stared down at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I opened my mouth, a lie on the tip of my tongue, but was cut off by a shrill shriek. We both glanced toward the garage and at the sight of Adam appearing from beneath the garage’s tarpaulin, and directly behind him was Liv. From this distance I couldn’t make out what they were saying, only that they were both shouting and both appeared very agitated.
Beside me Eagle went rigid, every inch of him suddenly on high alert. What would he do, I wondered, if I weren’t with him? Would he go over there? Would he talk to her? Yell at her?
My stomach clenched at the thought. After everything she’d said about her and Eagle together—and everything that she hadn’t said, the things that I’d guessed at—I didn’t want him anywhere near her.
A small snarl tore free from my throat, surprising me, and suddenly Eagle’s hand was grabbing mine and pulling me forward.
“Don’t start that shit again,” he muttered.
I stayed glued to his side while my gaze remained on Liv and Adam, silently willing Liv to look our way. Finally she did, spotting us as we were rounding the edge of the lot. Her eyes locked with mine, and fury etched itself deeply in her pointed features. Gripping Eagle’s hand tighter, I smiled at her.
Of course I knew better. It wasn’t smart to poke at an already enraged beast, but at the same time I wanted her to know where she stood. That no matter how terrified I was of her, what she’d once had with Eagle, she couldn’t have it anymore.
He was mine now.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Eagle
Autumn was goddamn addictive.
Folding my arms over my chest, I leaned my shoulder against the door frame. My eyes on her sleeping form, I gazed up and down her bare body. It had been a hell of a long time since I’d actually stepped back and appreciated a naked woman. I’d never wanted to look at them before; they were bodies without faces and a means to an end, a way to flush out the unwanted feelings always simmering inside me.
But this was different, so fucking different. Looking at Autumn, the way her body curved in all the right places, how soft and inviting her breasts looked. Even her mouth was turning me on. Her lips all red and swollen, puffy and ravaged from the rasp of my beard, they turned me the fuck on.
I’d forgotten what fucking a virgin was like. Not that I was exactly complaining, but the last time I’d been with a virgin, I was a teenager myself. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, which was painfully apparent. Twice in one day was me on a good day, usually fueled by something much darker than lust. Three times was severely pushing it. I hadn’t even finished this last time.
And still I wanted more.
Even now, with my body spent, needing food and sleep, I still wanted more. Not that I could actually do jack shit about it. My dick was as limp as a dead fish. But that didn’t stop me from wanting.
Yeah, Autumn and her eager mouth and insatiable body were goddamn addictive.
I stepped away from the wall and crossed the room quietly, then took a seat beside her on the mattress. Pushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face, I trailed my fingertips down her cheek and over her lips.
She was half lying on her side, and had kicked the blanket off. When I gently rolled her onto her back and brought the comforter up to her waist, she stirred slightly, her lips puckering and her eyelids fluttering before she resumed snoring.
