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The president of Havlin Motorcycle Club stood, signaling the end of the meeting. As the others filed out, Wire lingered, his thoughts heavy. They were heading into a dangerous situation. There was no guarantee they'd all make it out alive. But they were a brotherhood, and they would face the threat together.

For their territory, for their pride, and each other.

Chapter Twenty

WIRE BARELY SPOKE TO anyone in the coffee shop. He went straight to Cora, grabbed her hand, and led her out the door. Heart racing, she hustled to keep up.

"What happened?" She pressed her hand into the stitch in her side.

"Nothing."

"Then, why are we hurrying?" She panted.

He slowed. She inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath.

Behind the clubhouse, she shook off his hand and reached into her purse for the fob. Wire beat her to the van by two steps and opened the door. She stepped inside and plopped on the bed out of Wire's way.

He went directly to turn on the air conditioner and had the vehicle cooling off when he shut the door.

It'd been the longest day. The whole atmosphere was off in the coffee shop.

Today, she and Brooke worked from opening until closing because it was Dania's day off. Because they could talk while the shop was free of customers, everything centered around Maverick, sitting at the corner table, staring out at the street as if someone was going to drive by and shoot out the windows.

Too much stress had her feeling as if she'd jump out of her skin if someone said boo.

She flung her purse to the side of her. "Why are you in a weird mood?"

He bent over, picked up her ankles, and tipped her on the bed while spreading her legs. "Need you, babe."

She softened. His life wasn't easy either. He was probably more stressed out than her.

"I can't do anything about that with you laying on top of me." She kissed his lips. "I have jeans on."

He growled and rolled off her, laying on his back.

She got up from the bed and kicked off her shoes, slipped out of her jeans, and wiggled out of her panties.

The cool air in the van tickled her skin. She sighed with pleasure. It felt wonderful after walking from the coffee shop to the clubhouse in the day's heat.

Wire removed the pistol at his back, putting it above his head on the bed. Then, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He took a condom out of his vest pocket and held it up to her.

She took off her shirt and removed her bra first, then took the protection from him.

He reached inside his jeans and pulled out his cock—fully erect and pounding for attention.

Quickly ripping the foil package, she took out the condom and rolled it on him. Before she could move, he scooped her up under her armpits and dragged her on top of him. Until meeting Wire, she'd never dreamed of someone lifting her, moving her, and treating her as if she wasn't a plus size.

He made her feel wanted and desired—even had her believing her curves were sexy because he couldn't stop touching her.

"Fuck me." He held her hips.

She shifted side to side, getting her legs under her and raising onto her knees. Grabbing his cock, she lined him up and let her body slide down the length of his hardness. She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest.

Her legs quivered. She raised her butt, only lifting a couple of inches.

She came back down, went up, and back down. Her legs were spent.

"Rock, babe." He moved his hands on her hips, pushing, pulling. She changed directions.

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