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Katrina moaned impatiently. They had no time to dry off and go to bed. Ruger could come back any time. He wasn't going to miss his chance.

He pulled his mouth off her and pressed her against the tile. His ragged breath wasn't from the urgency. It'd been too long without her.

He was desperate and needy.

"Tell me to walk away." As he warned her, he took both her wrists and raised her arms above her head so she couldn't leave him.

Her breasts pushed against him in that position. The muscles in his ass tightened.

"I'm not the one who wants to walk away." She lunged forward, but he held her in place. "I want you. I've always wanted you. You're the one—"

He bent his knees, placed his cock between her thighs, and thrust into her in one move. Her groan vibrated throughout him. He pulled back, plunged, and dug his toes against the wet, tiled floor. He needed to bury himself in every single inch of her pussy.

"Jagger." The back of her head hit the wall as she moaned.

"Shut up." He kissed his way up her neck, along her jaw, and took her mouth. "And fuck me," he said against her lips.

He let go of her wrists and picked her up by the waist. "Wrap your legs around me."

Katrina looped her arms around his neck. He hefted her up until her thighs hugged him. Only then could he straighten his legs.

He cupped her ass, moving her against him. As his tongue entered her mouth, he buried his cock into her pussy. Feeling her wrapped around him, holding on to him, he wanted to keep her there. In his head, he'd kill anyone in his way, including Ruger.

Katrina squirmed, fisting his hair. Knowing she needed more, he slipped his cock out of her and put her on her feet. He turned her around and, inch by sweet inch, entered her pussy from behind.

She arched her back. He wrapped his arm around her hip and put his hand between her legs. Finding her wet, swollen clit with his finger, he rubbed without missing a stroke. The rhythm verged on painful and the most pleasurable thing he'd ever experienced.

"Harder." Katrina bucked back against him.

He slammed into her, grinding his cock into her. The front of his thighs slapped the back of her legs.

Katrina's breath came in short gusts. He controlled her breathing with his movements.

He thrust in. She breathed out. Back and forth.

Her ass quivered. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that the water splashing on his calves had turned cold. But nothing would stop him from fucking her.

Her legs quivered. "Yes. Yes."

She exploded. The tightness around his cock clamped down on him, throbbing, milking. He removed his hand from between her legs and grabbed her hips. Plunging into her, he came up on his toes and came inside of her.

Jolt after jolt. She took everything from him and sucked him dry.

Katrina's head rolled forward. Her hands slid on the wall of the shower. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into a standing position. His cock slid out of her.

The pleasure of having her again left him as a heaviness settled on his shoulders. One of the main bylaws of Havlin Motorcycle Club was you wouldn't screw with a member's wife, sister, or daughter.

He wanted to blame fucking her for losing his head. But he wasn't the kind of man who acted before thinking. He knew damn well what he was doing.

Holding her close, he ran his hand up the inside of her arm until he found the birth control implant under her skin. He'd taken her to the doctor and had it put in her. He knew how long they lasted.

"Is that a new one?" It'd been over three years since he'd taken her to the clinic.

She turned in his arms and looked up at him. "Do you think I'd try and get pregnant?"

"To keep me? Yeah." He stepped into the spray of the water, quickly rinsing off. "The water's cold." He stepped around her. "Clean up the best you can, get dressed, and then I need to get you out of here."

He exited the shower, grabbed a towel, and entered the bedroom. Redressing, he understood how badly he'd fucked up.

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