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If she had a hard time understanding what was going on between them, he'd show her.

The door clicked and slid open. He tossed his smoke to the ground and toed it out.

Cora stepped out of the van. His balls throbbed in pleasure.

She'd changed into a pair of cutoffs. He tilted his head, taking in her ass as she locked the door. The bottoms of her cheeks were right there, flirting with the strings on the bottom of the shorts.

Cora turned. His gaze came up, and his cock pulsed in appreciation. She wore a long-sleeve crop top made of sweatshirt material that moved away from the top of her shorts when she moved and made her breasts appear even larger.

His fingers twitched. All he'd need to do was slip his hands up under her shirt, and he'd finally have her breasts in the palms of his hands.

As if she'd followed his gaze, she shrugged, making her top go up. "You said it'll get cold, but it's still warm in the van."

He watched, ready to catch the underside of her breasts to know what kind of bra she wore, but she shifted.

"Hot days. Cool nights." He hitched his chin and got her walking. "Always breezy."

Halfway to the clubhouse, he palmed the back of her neck and brought her to his side. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

She glanced at him. "I don't know about that."

"What do you think is happening?"

"No idea." She kept walking.

That was a load of bull shit. She wanted him, and the fact that he was here, wanting her back, only confused her. She probably hadn't ever met a man like him.

Confusion was different than unaware.

"So, you said you're twenty-one." He rubbed the back of her neck, not ready to stop touching her yet. "Old enough to party."

"I don't drink." She glanced at him. "At least I haven't had a chance to drink legally yet."

"Drink. Don't drink." He walked her around the long line of black motorcycles. "But everyone likes to have fun, huh?"

She looked at him again. He was surprised she kept her opinion to herself. Maybe she would try to have a good time.

Music greeted them. Being in the business district side of town and all the shops around them closed, they could play music loudly and run their bikes after dark without any complaints.

At times, it could get wild. But the cops stayed away.

Since there was nobody else around, there was nothing to see. They kept all questionable activities inside.

"Cora." Ahead of him, Brooke broke away from Maverick. "I didn't know you were coming, or we could've walked you over in the dark."

"Wire brought me." Cora touched Brooke's arm. "I love your shirt."

Brooke held Cora's arms and leaned back. "And look at you, girl. Hot."

The two women laughed. Wire gazed over their heads at Maverick, sharing a look. Tonight wasn't all about getting together with Cora. He wanted to make sure no new details about the night Rush got shot had emerged in her memories.

He also hoped seeing Rush now, healing from the shot, would relax her. Maybe then she would feel comfortable and tell him new information she might've let slip the night of the shooting.

"Have you met Daisy?" Brooke looked behind her. "She should be around here somewhere."

"I'm pretty sure I know her from..." Cora pointed. "Is that her? She comes into the shop—sometimes wearing a red swimsuit."

"That's her. She runs the pool. If you get lost around here, you can always find me or Daisy." Brooke leaned closer to her. "I'd stay away from the bitches inside."

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