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Finding a way to spend time with Jagger with her dad hanging around the clubhouse was proving difficult. But she planned to stay another night, and her dad had to sleep.

Chapter Five

JAGGER SLIPPED THE phone into his vest pocket and turned to continue the conversation with Ruger, only to find him gone. He scanned the room.

His vice president grabbed one of the muffins from the box on the table.

"Did you see where Ruger went?" he asked.

Bane shook his head and swallowed the bite of muffin. "I just got here."

"Damnit." He walked to the door and pushed his way outside.

Looking at the line of motorcycles, he searched for Ruger's bike and came up empty. He jogged to the group of Havlin members standing around the unlit burning barrel.

"Has anyone seen Ruger?" He gazed around the circle of men.

"He rode out less than two minutes ago." Dio carried a brown paper bag. "Want me to hunt him down?"

He shook his head. "Yell if you see him again."

"Will do, Prez."

He returned to the building. As if news of Ruger riding away from the clubhouse made Jagger a free man, he went directly to his bedroom, knowing Katrina would've followed his directions and taken a shower in his room.

He closed and locked the door behind him. The steady hum of the water from the shower let him know Katrina was in the bathroom. No door separated them. It was too tempting not to join her.

Whether he had five minutes or one minute before Ruger returned, he wouldn't waste the time.

He bent over and pulled the laces loose on his boots. When they were loose enough, he toed the heel and pulled his feet out. He set his pistol on the top of the dresser and undid his belt. Afraid she'd turn off the water before he got undressed, he hurried to remove the rest of his clothes.

Once naked, he stepped into the bathroom. Steam rolled out of the shower.

When he'd turned the old bus garage into a clubhouse, he put in enough single rooms to house some of their unmarried members. There were always those who crashed after parties or a long night working before they had to get on the road. The rooms were basic, ten by twelve feet, with one bed, chair, and nightstand. Nothing else was needed. Two rooms had bathrooms—one was used as a playroom for the younger kids when they showed up with a member. Everyone else used the two bathrooms in the hallway, and the bar in the clubhouse had a coffee maker and microwave if they wanted to heat something.

But his room was built for him. It was a large version of the others. The bed was in the main room, but he also had a couch, recliner, dresser, television, and an attached bathroom with a locker-room-style walk-in shower.

He stepped around the partition. His body tightened at the erotic scene in front of him.

Katrina had her head tilted back and her arms up, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. His gaze dropped to her breasts. Perky breasts that were plump and more than filled up his hands were raised for his viewing. Her nipples were relaxed and swollen under the flow of water cascading down her body. He curled his fingers. One touch and he'd turn them into hard nubs.

She reached blindly for the towel thrown over the three-quarter wall. He stepped in front of her and grabbed the towel, placing it in her hand.

Katrina dried her face and opened her eyes. Jagger gripped her hips, catching the sway of her body as shock hit her.

"You had to know I'd find a way to come to you," he whispered.

She threw the towel behind him, out of the shower, and snaked her arms around his neck. He held her against his body, taking the time to feel her skin against him.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered against his neck.

He lowered his head and captured her mouth. The frustration and anger from earlier were now gone. All that was left was a desperate need to make sure she still belonged to him. It'd been too long.

He turned her in the shower, letting the water spray beat on his back. Every fucking night he dreamed of having her in his arms again and not having her physically hurt him.

His cock hardened between their bodies. He pressed his hand against her lower back, arching her against him. It wasn't enough.

He shifted, hooking her thigh, and raised her leg. His cock throbbed, searching for home.

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