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All she'd wanted to do was show him how much he meant to her. Looking back, she now understood that her upbringing was different than other people's. She was raised without boundaries. She knew right from wrong, but in the biker lifestyle, lines blurred. She often witnessed adults do things she knew people at school would view as wrong. Bikers messed around with bitches in front of her. She got a different kind of education. Affection was never kept from her. It was a part of life.

So, being told that she couldn't kiss, touch, or feel good seemed unfair.

It wasn't until she overheard a conversation between two Havlin members saying the bitches coming around were eighteen and legal that everything started to make sense. There was a time frame that made her more attractive to men—specifically, Jagger.

God, it seemed to take forever until she was eighteen years old.

He broke her heart the day she became legal by turning her away. But she hadn't given up. Maybe if she had walked away and forgotten about Jagger, he wouldn't be fighting for his life within the club now.

The door opened. She whirled around, holding her breath. At the sight of Jagger, her gaze went to his chest, covered by his vest. The president's patch remained over his heart. She met his gaze, silently begging him to tell her everything was okay. That he would be okay. That they would be okay.

He stepped inside and shut the door. He removed his pistol and set it on the dresser without saying anything. She watched his every move.

He never looked away from her as he removed his vest, folded the leather in half, and set it beside his gun. When he bent over and unlaced his boots, anticipation curled inside her, and she kicked off her sneakers.

He toed his boots off while he worked on his belt. She removed her shirt and easily unhooked her bra, sending it to the floor.

When he stepped out of his jeans, she inhaled deeply, shuddering. Having him return to her as the president of Havlin opened the flood gates of emotions. His club supported him.

Naked, she rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck. Her legs around his waist.

Kissing him deeply, she clung to him as he carried her to the bed. She landed on top of him.

He slipped his fingers into the crack of her butt, trailed his hand down, and hooked the back of her upper thigh, pulling her fully on top of him.

Her body trapped his hardness between them. She raised her mouth off him and gazed into his dark eyes.

She belonged to him no matter what her dad or the Havlin members said.

He was her man, even when they had to hide their relationship.

Jagger brought her head down and captured her lips. The roughness of his beard curled her toes. She widened her knees until she straddled him.

The tip of his cock danced at the opening of her pussy, seeking the entrance. She moved until the pressure of his size slid between her lower lips.

His hands squeezed her ass, and he raised his pelvis. She pressed down, taking him inch by inch.

She captured his mouth, teasing him with her tongue. His breathing deepened, fanning her face.

"Jagger." She sucked in air.

He pulled her back down, thrusting his tongue between her lips, sliding over her tongue.

Her breasts, pressed against his chest, ached in pleasure. She fumbled with where to touch him, wanting to have her hands all over, but held on to his sides. Afraid if she let go, he'd disappear.

Jagger lifted her and brought her down on him, moving his cock through her wetness. Her mouth came off him. She sat, straddling his hips and taking his whole length.

His eyelids remained at half-mast while he looked at her. She panted, wanting to have him buried inside of her so nobody and nothing could take him from her.

It'd taken him years to bring their relationship out into the open, only to be punished for loving her. It wasn't fair.

He palmed her thighs, rubbing her legs. "Don't think."

"I'm scared." She inhaled a trembling breath. "I can't lose you."

"You'll never lose me."

"You don't know that."

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