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Skye ran off and joined another young boy on the couch nearby. Both children stared at the screen of a Switch.

"She's such a pretty girl." Cora finished the carrot.

"She'll use that beauty to talk her dad into getting another kitten." Brooke shook her head. "One is enough."

Then, realization dawned on Cora. "Sorry, I just realized you said she's Maverick's daughter. I assumed he was her uncle. She calls you aunt."

Brooke laughed. "Maverick's her dad. My sister was Skye's mother, but she passed away. Then, I married Maverick."

Cora's surprised "Oh" elicited laughter from Daisy and Brooke. Her cheeks warmed at her mistake.

A man burst through the clubhouse door, followed by many members of Havlin. Wire beelined for Cora before she could make sense that he was back.

"Ready to go home?" Wire hooked her neck.

Cora felt a shiver run down her spine. She was in uncharted territory, far from the safety and predictability of her old life. But as she looked into Wire's eyes, she knew she had made her choice. She was in a relationship, for better or worse.

He offered no explanation for what happened that day. She hugged the others goodbye, promising to see Brooke on Monday at work, and then headed home in the van with Wire riding his Harley behind her.

She pulled into the driveway and parked off to the side, letting Wire park his motorcycle in front of the garage door. He'd mentioned before that he only parked inside if it rained.

Walking through the van to the back, she grabbed more clothes to take into the house with her. As more time passed, it wouldn't be long, and all her clothes would be stored inside the house—almost as if she lived permanently with Wire.

However, she understood that the living situation was temporary until the danger surrounding her was gone and the tourist season ended.

The sliding door slid open. She whirled around and found Wire inside the van. He closed the door.

The silence thickened between them. She dropped her clothes. The power and intensity rolled off him. Whatever happened today, he'd returned to her charged and vibrating.

She stepped toward him. He never moved, only held her gaze.

Carefully, she inched forward until she stood in front of him. Her heart hammered. She'd never seen him that way. As if he could crush a man with his bare hands.

She gazed into his dark eyes.

He wouldn't hurt her. She knew that.

She reached out, unbuckling his belt while watching for any sign that he wanted her to stop. The vein at his temple beat, matching her breathing.

He reached behind him, removed the pistol he had carried, and set it on the small counter in the van. She unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, hard and impatient.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she put the head of his cock in her mouth and wet the hardness. She moved her tongue, sucking him deeper into her mouth until he touched the back of her tongue.

Wire put his hand on the top of her head. She gazed up at him.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, giving himself up to her. Trusting her.

His ball sac tightened. She cupped the softness in her hand, marveling at the size. With her other hand, she fisted the base of his cock—unable to get all of him in her mouth. He was just too big.

Bobbing her head, she moved back and forth on him. Under her forearm, his thigh hardened.

He thrust into her. She rubbed her lips along the length of him, spreading the wetness from her tongue.

Soft slurps filled the van, joining Wire's heavy breathing.

He planted his feet wider and rocked his pelvis forward. The hold on her hair intensified. She blinked, sucking harder.

Wire's jaw dropped open. He grunted, fighting, straining. The act was not pretty, loving, or shared. He was in pain, desperate for release.

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