"Yeah," Harley breathed, a heavy groan. The syllables were laced deep with lust and need, and her body shook hard as she met his motions eagerly. The implication that Eddie might kill her had gone out of the window the minute Scarecrow had taken her in such a way.
Nor did she realize the tall, pale ginger was standing in her doorway watching both of them. He hadn't made his presence known, he was just watching with disgust as they went at it like rabbits in a hole.