Landing Eagle

by Harley Stone

  I immediately decided I had no objections to this new position and went back to work on his cock. Eagle alternated between sucking on my clit and lapping at my pussy until I lost all control and came hard against his tongue. As I came down from the high of my climax, he picked me up again, turned me around, and settled me over his cock. He impaled me, filled me so completely I thought I would burst.

  “Goddamn, you feel good,” he breathed. “So wet and warm and tight.”

  “Mm-hm,” I agreed, grinding myself against him to take him even deeper.

  “I missed this, sweetheart. I missed you.”

  I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his eyes dark with desire and something else. Something that made my chest squeeze tight. “I missed you, too.”

  “Promise me you’ll be here in the morning. Don’t run away this time.”

  Leaning forward, I kissed him slowly, softly. His tongue licked the crease of my lips and I opened up for him, welcoming the invasion. His tongue tangled with mine as he snaked a hand around to tease the tight bundle of nerves of my ass. I groaned, wanting more, wanting to be so full of him there wasn’t room for any lingering fear or anger. I wanted nothing between us but love and pleasure.

  Eagle must have gotten the hint, because he slipped the tip of his finger into my ass, penetrating all of me. Owning me, consuming me, saturating every part of me until I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began. He thrust inside of me over and over, squeezing his finger against my nerves and flicking his tongue in my mouth until I was nothing but a satiated jellyfish humming with pleasure, my eyelids heavy with sleep.

  Then he tucked me against his side and held me there, gently kissing my face and neck.

  “I love you, Naomi,” he whispered against my skin.

  I was on the verge of sleep, but those three little words woke me right up. “What?” I asked, willing him to say it again.

  “You heard.” His eyes laughed at me. He knew damn well what I wanted, and he was holding out.

  “Come on, Marine. Buck up and say it again.”

  He chuckled. “You think I’m afraid to tell you I love you?”

  My heart fluttered. I peppered a couple of kisses along his jaw, loving the way his beard tickled my lips. “Nope. I just wanted to hear it again. I love you, too, Eagle.” My eyes were growing heavy again.

  “You came back to me. You protected our baby.” His hand slipped down to my belly. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you both now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  Smiling against his chest I drifted off to sleep, knowing Eagle had my six.

  Naomi

  Eight Months Later

  “I COULD SPEND all day watching you feed her,” Eagle said, leaning over the back of the rocking chair in our bedroom to get a better view of our two-month-old daughter, Maya Grace, as she nursed. With her father’s dark, wavy hair, my brown eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes, and the most adorable little lips ever, she was the perfect mix of us. My old-soul book-junkie husband had suggested the name Maya after Maya Angelou, promising that no one would ever cage our little bird. Maya’s middle name, Grace, was after Grace Kelly, the old-time actress. Our girl was going to be a classy, intelligent overcomer.

  “That doesn’t sound stalkerish and creepy at all,” I teased, puckering my lips for a kiss.

  Chuckling, he lowered his head and gave me what I wanted. We’d been married for just a little over four months, and were eagerly awaiting the day Maya was old enough to drink from a bottle and stay with her grandparents for a few days so we could have a proper honeymoon.

  One with copious amounts of strong whiskey and rough sex.

  This time we’d have to be careful, so we didn’t get another baby out of the deal. At least, not for a couple of years.

  “You two almost ready?” Eagle asked, straightening. “Everyone’s out there waiting to drown us in shit for the house.”

  We’d purchased an adorable two-story four-bedroom craftsman cottage with hardwood floors, crown molding, and a white picket fence (of course) about a month before Maya was born. The club had been itching to throw us a house-warming party since the day we’d moved in, but we’d managed to hold them off until I was well enough to get our new place in order. But judging by the loud noises coming from our living room, there’d be no holding them off any longer.

  I unlatched Maya and Eagle took her. I couldn’t have held onto her even if I’d wanted to. Little miss had her daddy wrapped around her tiny fingers, and when he wasn’t watching me nurse her, he was holding her. He grabbed a clean burp rag from the top of the stack by the changing table and flung it over his shoulder. As he waited for me to pull my shirt down, he patted her back.

  She burped for him. The little stinker always did.

  For me, she usually waited until she had a big enough bubble stored up that she could upchuck all over me.

  “That’s daddy’s girl,” Eagle said, grinning proudly.

  “Just remember that when she starts dating.”

  His face twisted up in horror. “Yeah, that’s never gonna happen, is it, Maya? You’re gonna be daddy’s sweet little angel forever.”

  Letting him live in his dreamworld, I stood and joined them at the door, and then our little family of three headed out into the living room to greet our rambunctious friends before they broke all our furniture and made our neighbors call the cops.

  Link and Emily were the first to greet us. Link was holding Jameson, my month-old nephew. Ignoring my brother and his wife, I homed in on their baby.

  “Hi Jace,” I crooned, pinching his chubby little cheeks. He had his mom’s blue eyes and dark hair and his dad’s nose and strong jaw, promising to make him quite the lady-killer when he got older.

  “It’s like we don’t even exist,” Link mumbled to Emily before kissing my cheek.

  She was so busy trying (unsuccessfully) to get Maya away from her dad that she didn’t hear him.

  “Em!” Link repeated.

  “What?” she asked, not even looking up from my baby girl.

  Link shook his head, chuckling. “Never mind.”

  Havoc and Julia were next to greet us. Julia was a little late to the game, and her pregnancy was just starting to show. The two of them would be welcoming their first child in about five months, and I couldn’t be happier that all our kids would grow up together.

  As I was saying hello to Julia, Dad swooped in and kissed my cheek. “Where’s my granddaughter?” he asked.

  Margo was hot on his heels, giving Eagle her best pleading face. “Link won’t give up Jace, so we’re hoping you’ll take pity on us.”

  Surprisingly, Eagle handed Maya over. Margo’s face lit with joy and she and Dad started negotiating how long each should get to hold her. Our baby girl was so loved it made my heart practically explode.

  Eagle took my hand and held it up to his lips, brushing my knuckles with a kiss. “I guess I’m just gonna have to hold you, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, so I’m your backup plan now?” I snarked.

  “Never.” He tugged me to him and led me deeper into the house.

  “You have to open my present first,” Wasp said, intercepting us to shove a wrapped box into Eagle’s hands.

  Eagle accepted the box and shook it, eyeing Wasp skeptically. “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

  “Quit being a…” Wasp’s gaze dropped to Trent, who was watching him intently like always. “Wimp and open it.”

  “Yeah, open it, Uncle Eagle,” Trent piped in. “Me and Dad worked really hard on it.”

  Trent had started calling Wasp ‘Dad’ a few months ago, and it was possibly the sweetest thing ever.

  “You helped him with this, Trent?” Eagle asked.

  Trent nodded enthusiastically. “A man’s gotta learn how to work with his hands.”

  Laughing, Eagle mussed up Trent’s hair. “That he does, kid.” He tore open the wrapping paper, uncovering an engraved wooden plaque that read ‘Eagle’s Nest.’ It eve
n had a cute little eagle nesting. Eagle groaned, shooting daggers at Wasp with his eyes.

  Wasp bent at the waist and laughed, having himself a good old time.

  “Are you gonna hang it by your front door, Uncle Eagle?” Trent asked, his eyes so big and hopeful I couldn’t possibly let Eagle decline. Or bust it over Wasp’s head.

  Grabbing the plaque from my husband, I nodded. “Of course we are, Trent. It’s awesome. Thank you so much.”

  The smile Trent beamed me as he hugged my leg was worth hanging a hundred corny plaques in my house.

  “Sorry,” Carly mouthed to me as I passed her. “I tried to stop him.”

  “He’s a force, that one,” I replied.

  “You have no idea.”

  The doorbell rang, and I raised my eyebrows at Eagle in question. I hadn’t made it all the way around the room, but it looked like everyone we’d been expecting was already here.

  Eagle beamed me a smile that made my insides go gooey. “That’s your surprise.”

  He didn’t seem inclined to say more, so I hurried to the door and flung it open. Monica stood on my porch wearing a cute little shorts outfit and three-inch heels, her hair and makeup done to perfection as always. She took one look at me and screeched, throwing her arms around me.

  “You… ohmigod, you’re here!” I said, into her shoulder.

  “Wouldn’t miss your party for the world. Hell, I’m blowing off my boy-toy, Bo, so I can see you and my adorable little niece. You better have some hot, single biker men available to clean my pipes.”

  Laughing, I gestured her inside. “Naturally. Just remember to wrap it up or you might find yourself here permanently.”

  She cackled, walking past me into the house, pausing when she caught sight of Stocks. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me closer and said, “Who is that and why doesn’t he have my panties?”

  “Stocks.” I laughed. “Want me to introduce you?”

  “Later. I’m fixin’ to get me some of that just as soon as I get an eyeful of my niece. Where is she?”

  Waving her in the direction of my dad and stepmother, I mentally prepared for the battle I knew was coming. Dad and Margo wouldn’t give Maya up easily. Everyone I loved was in my house and fighting over who got to hold my daughter. Life was good.

  Eagle caught my eye and came sauntering over, looking all smug. “Were you surprised?” he asked.

  “Very.” Leaning against him, I kissed the edges of his satisfied smile. “That was a sweet thing to do. Thank you.”

  “Sweet enough to earn me some big husband points?” He took Wasp’s plaque from me and set it on the table by the front door, so he could take both of my hands in his.

  “Massive amounts. All the husband points currently belong to me.”

  He glanced around at our full living room and asked, “Think we can sneak off for a while?”

  “As long as we leave Maya behind to entertain, I don’t think anyone will miss us,” I replied, matching his devious smile.

  He looked torn about that for a moment before announcing, “Deal.”

  Then he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bedroom where I got on my knees so he could cash in on some of those husband points.

  BACK COVER BLURB:

  Serving as an intelligence officer taught Tap how to listen, but nobody warned him about hearing too much. Now, he skates the line between paranoid and prepared, afraid to fully trust anyone, even his club brothers.

  Sasha Petrov believed in the system. She devoted her life to serving and protecting, only to find that justice is a greedy whore that sways toward the best paying client. Now, she’ll settle for vengeance.

  When Tap finds Sasha beaten, bloody, and begging for help, he’ll have to risk exposing all his secrets to save her. Can someone so broken put her back together?

  Tap

  I SHOULD HAVE left her ass there.

  She wasn’t my mission, not my concern, and we were at war. Casualties were often unavoidable, sometimes sacrifices had to be made. I knew this shit like it was ingrained in my DNA or hardwired into my brain, but none of it seemed to matter when I saw her. I’d already broken my personal protocol for survival by entering this house. I had people to get home to, obligations to protect, and sticking my nose in where it didn’t belong would endanger them.

  But I couldn’t force myself to walk away.

  She was crumpled on the hardwood floor, lying in the fetal position. The front of her little red dress was ripped with one breast spilling out. Blood dripped from her leg and was smeared across her arm. Dark bruises dotted her skin. A curtain of chin-length blonde hair hid her face. I watched her chest, waiting to see it rise and fall, before finishing what I came to do. She was still breathing as I crept around the room, trying to ignore her presence and focus on my job.

  Once the bugs were planted, I took two steps toward the door, determined to make my escape, but couldn’t get any further. It was like an invisible rope tied me to her, making it impossible to leave. Frustrated with myself and the situation, I gave in and knelt to check her pulse. Her heartbeat was steady and strong.

  The blonde curtain parted as she looked up at me. Her lip was split, one eye was swollen shut, and the right side of her jaw was battered. But it was the strength and determination written all over her face that stole my breath away and glued my feet to the floor. All the blood, all the bruises—she’d taken one hell of a beating—but she wasn’t broken. Not by a long shot.

  She was fucking gorgeous. Alive. Fiery. One bright green eye swept over my mostly naked body, taking in my costume before meeting my gaze.

  “Leave me,” she pleaded.

  It was the last thing I expected her to say, and the only command I couldn’t follow.

  I should have left her ass there, but I didn’t.

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  This book would have never become a reality without the help and support of so many people. Special thanks to my husband, Meltarrus, our boys, and all my friends and family for letting me off the hook when I daydreamed storyline and dialog during our conversations.

  Thank you, Piper Davenport, my amazingly talented and beautiful bestie, who convinced me to leap outside my comfort zone and write this series. Thanks for always believing in me!

  I’m greatly indebted to the talented Jackson Jackson for creating my cover.

  Huge thanks to the incredible Gail Goldie, who once again saw my work first and saved the rest of the world from having to wade through my mistakes. Thank you also to Brandy Glaser and Andrew d’Alessio for their military terminology expertise and edits. Thank you, beta and ARC readers for your edits, support, and love.

  And, th
ank you, reader, for embarking on this journey with me!