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He held her ass, moving in and upward. Her spine arched, and her head snapped back, hitting the wall.

Her orgasm took hold, paralyzing her.

"Oh, God." Her jaw dropped. "Jagger."

"I got you." He plunged, pinning her to the wall.

Her insides shuddered, squeezing down on him. He grunted his release.

Jagger's knees bent. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave her body yet.

Breathing heavily, Jagger stumbled backward, carrying her, until he bumped into the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress. On his lap, she stayed wrapped around him, holding his cock inside of her.

"I need to talk to my dad," she whispered. "I can convince him that we love each other. I can get him to give you permission to be with me."

"There will still be a punishment, Kat. It's the way we live."

She swallowed and voiced her fears. "But maybe he won't kill you."

Chapter Nineteen

CORA SERVED THE COUPLE at the counter of Whale's Tail Coffee Shop. Katrina sat at the corner table, waiting until her aunt had a moment to talk with her. She came to set Cora's mind at ease that she wasn't in any danger.

Jagger had mentioned that relieving Cora's fears would make it easier for Wire—because everyone knew the Havlin members carried enough stress. She tapped her fingernails against the surface of the table. It wasn't her idea. She believed her life wasn't any of her aunt's business.

Cora carried two cups of coffee and sat one in front of Katrina. "Sorry it took so long. I had to wait until Brooke got back from her break."

Katrina looked over Cora's shoulder and found Brooke glancing at them curiously. She took a sip of coffee. After her blow-up at the pool, everyone was probably wondering what was happening to her.

"Thanks for the drink." She cupped her hands around the mug. "Jagger wanted—I thought I better come over and let you know there's no reason to worry about what goes on between Jagger and me."

Cora frowned. Katrina inhaled swiftly. She probably could've phrased that better.

"Listen." She leaned forward. "I've loved Jagger my whole life. His mom raised me. There shouldn't be a problem with us being together, but apparently, my dad thinks Jagger's in the wrong for fucking me without his permission first."

Cora's brows shot up higher.

"So, things are a little tense until my dad comes back." Katrina pursed her lips. "You haven't heard from him, have you?"

Cora shook her head. "I've called him a few times since he left, but he hasn't answered my calls. He never answers, so I leave messages."

"Yeah, he's like that."

The coffee in front of Cora remained untouched. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you think Ruger has a problem with you being with Jagger because of the age difference?" Cora lowered her voice. "He is a lot older than you."

"Maybe." She shrugged. "Jagger thinks it's because he never asked permission to touch me first, but I'm not sure my dad would've given him the okay because he probably has some stuck-up view about older men being with younger girls—but shit, over half the bikers are involved with women half their age."

"Maybe it'll help if you know more about your grandparents. Your dad's parents," said Cora.

"How will that help?"

"I can see you don't know." Cora smiled, scooting out of the chair. "Hang on."

Her aunt went into the back room and returned, holding her phone. She set the cell in front of Katrina.

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