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The friction created between their bodies, rubbing together, curled her toes.

"That's it." He lifted his hips off the bed. "Keep moving."

The angle of her body. The hardness of his body. It was perfect.

She rubbed where it felt good to her, and it must've felt good to him because he bucked underneath her.

Wire moved his hands, cupping her breasts, taking their weight. She arched her back, pushing into his hands.

Her hard nipples pulsed. She gasped, greedy for air. Her arousal was out of control. Each movement took her higher.

Wire flipped her off him, never leaving her body. He spread her legs wider and braced his hands on the mattress. She lifted her knees and took the plunge of his cock.

"Oh." She pressed her head into the mattress.

"Mine, babe." He thrust in her. "All mine."

She came hard at his claim, wanting to believe him. Her inner thighs clamped down. He buried himself in her and groaned, nailing her to the makeshift bed.

She closed her eyes. Sudden exhaustion hit her. She rubbed his sides, catching her breath. He'd taken her fast. Usually, he enjoyed playing as much as she did, but tonight, something was off. He seemed unsettled.

"Is the stress getting to you?" she whispered.

He grunted.

She raised her hand and cupped his head, scratching his scalp with her fingernails.

His breath heated the side of her neck where he'd buried his face. She wished she could do something to take the load off him. It wasn't his fault she'd parked in the grocery store lot and witnessed a shooting. She never asked to invade and disrupt his life. He probably had better things to do than babysit her.

Maybe it would be easier if she moved on.

Her eyes burned behind her eyelids. She hated the thought of leaving him.

They were two worlds trying to enjoy each other in the here and now. He was at a different stage of his life. She had no life. She had no idea what she was doing to herself. Not yet. Not until she finished what she'd started and found her long-lost brother.

She was ninety-nine percent sure she'd found Jeff. He was a member of Havlin. He had on a vest. It had to be him.

All she had to do was ask Wire, and then she could leave Seaglass Cove.

"Wire?" She hated to voice her thoughts and upset him. But someone needed to take care of him, or he would run himself into the ground trying to keep her safe. "Do you think it'd be easier if I left?"

Chapter Twenty One

WIRE PULLED OUT OF her, grabbed the condom, and took it off. With his back to Cora, he tossed the protection away and tried to stop himself from punching the wall of the van.

All day, the more he thought, the more he stayed away, the more he wanted her until he barely made it into the van before he fucked her. He needed to know she was here with him.

The picture he'd found in her purse had fucked his head up more than he wanted to admit. He couldn't handle it if she had another man in her life.

Week after week, he used women who came to party with the club. But with Cora, from day one, he wasn't playing.

"Wire?"

He grabbed one of the towels she kept stacked on the counter and wiped his dick off before tucking it back into his jeans.

"Do you want me to leave Seaglass Cove?" she repeated.

The best thing for her would be to walk away and not look back. Leave the town. Leave him. Go somewhere far away where Los Li wouldn't find her.

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