Page 83 of Eagle

As soon as we stepped inside, I took everything in at once. Aunt May apparently liked it bright, as there were a lot of lights on. We were in a small living room that was decorated with furniture from another era. Even the mirrors and pictures on the walls were antique. However, there was a mantle over the fireplace that showed a collection of what I sensed were family pictures of more recent years. I narrowed my eyes on one, certain that I was looking at a young Eagle with his mom. I recalled that he’d told me that he didn’t know his dad.

“I hope you like chicken and dumplings.”

I returned my gaze to her and smiled. “One of my favorite dishes,” I told her honestly.

“Then you probably know how to make it. We’ll have to have a cooking competition sometime and let Max be the judge.” She turned, and we followed her into the dining room.

“Yeah, that would be a no,” Eagle quickly chimed in. “Having to choose between my aunt and my girlfriend is every man’s worst nightmare.”

This was the first time that he’d put a name to what I was to him. “Girlfriend” was clear, and the sound of it gave me a warm feeling inside. I glanced back at him with a smile and gave him a wink. “I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

“So are you from around here?” Aunt May questioned in a friendly tone. She pulled out one of the chairs situated around the clawfoot table and sat.

“I grew up in Belfast and moved here because my younger brother did.”

“Belfast is a nice area.” She shook out a linen napkin and placed it on her lap. “Is he your only sibling?”

Eagle and I sat down at the table across from her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Aunt May, did you forget the biscuits?” Eagle’s focus was on the table, and his disappointment was obvious.

Aunt May laughed. “Tricked you! They’re in the kitchen on the stove.”

He was out of his seat and headed into the kitchen before she’d even had a chance to finish her sentence.

“He loves my homemade biscuits.”

“I can tell. Have you always lived here?”

“Best biscuits you’ll ever taste,” Eagle said, returning to the room. He set the basket down right in front of his plate and snatched up two. “Still warm.” His eyebrows danced up and down.

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him for a moment. He clearly adored his aunt, and she him. I’d never seen him acting so normal, for lack of a better word. Gone was the arrogant, bossy—and I could think of a few other words—biker that I knew. It was clear that he’d let his guard down and was very comfortable in his aunt’s presence. My heart swelled as I took in his features, noticing how stress-free and content Eagle was. The ever-present lines of irritation between his eyes weren’t as evident.

He caught my smile, and we shared a look that was filled with the heat of unspoken promises. Without warning, he handed me one of his coveted biscuits. “Oh, now I know you really must like me.”

His aunt laughed. “Let’s dig in while it’s still warm,” she ordered lightly. “I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to visit before dinner, but Eagle is late, as usual.” The affectionate smile she bestowed on him took the bite off her subtle scolding.

I noticed that Eagle didn’t bother responding. He was too focused on eating, and soon the only thing you could hear was the sound of our spoons hitting the ceramic bowls as we scooped out the best chicken and dumplings I’d ever eaten. Eagle was on his second bowl by the time I finished my first.

“Would you like more, dear?”

“No, thank you. That was really good Aunt May. Hands down, you’d win any competition.”

“Thank you. I’ve been cooking a long time.” She glanced across at Eagle, who’d just taken a big bite out of his third biscuit. “I made German chocolate cake for dessert.”

“It’s a good thing you only eat here once a week.”

He turned dark, wicked eyes on me. “Are you saying I’m a pig?” His gaze slid lazily to my breasts, causing me to blush with the memory of what it felt like to have his mouth on them. “I do enough physical activity to work it off during the week.”

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as a flush of heat raced through my blood. I looked worriedly at Aunt May, praying that she hadn’t caught the innuendo in his words or Eagle’s smoldering look. I needn’t have worried though. She’d scooted back her chair and was reaching for our empty bowls.

“Let me help you.” I picked up the empty basket and was gathering our glasses when Eagle got to his feet and stepped behind me.

His hands fell to my hips as I bent forward to reach for his aunt’s glass across the table. My breath caught when I felt his hard cock against my ass. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed it.

“Need help, babe?” he rasped close to my ear.

I straightened, slightly out of breath. “You don’t play fair.” I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by thrusting back and rubbing my bottom into his erection. A sharp hiss, and then his teeth sank into my neck enough to sting.