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"Good." She gazed at him through starry eyes. "I can't lose him." She grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest. "I can't lose you, either."

"You're not going to." He quit in case he had to go back on his word. "We'll just have to wait for your dad to come out of hiding."

She put his hand on her breast and sighed. Even after the long road trip, the busy forty-eight hours, and tired enough to fall into bed and sleep, his cock hardened.

"I missed you." She let her head fall back on the cushion. "Let's fuck."

She had the most adorable smile. He kissed her lips.

"I need to knock the road dust off." He stood, pulling her off the couch. "Strip down and crawl into bed. I'll make it quick."

She walked out of her shorts. He put his pistol, wallet, and phone on the dresser. While he folded his vest in half, he watched Katrina shimmy her panties down over her hips. His balls ached from not having her the last couple of days.

He slipped into the bathroom, stepped under the spray, and washed himself clean without letting the water heat up. Barely taking the time to towel off, he walked into the room naked.

Katrina was curled on her side, mouth slightly open, and sleeping the sleep of someone who imbibed too much. He looked down at his cock and shook his head. There was going to be no fucking tonight. When he had his woman, he wanted her awake and aware of what he was doing to her.

He pulled the comforter out from under her and crawled into bed, covering them both. He spooned her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

The warmth coming off her relaxed his road-weary body. He was getting too fucking old to run hard for two days straight.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, Katrina would have a million questions for him, and he had no answers for her.

At this point, he started worrying about Ruger despite the punishment hanging over his head.

Chapter Twenty Seven

JAGGER'S COCK PULSED inside of Katrina. She arched, trying to hold her orgasm off, but he ground against her pussy. Her body uncoiled, and pleasure flowed through her.

He grunted, planting himself deep inside of her. She quivered as her legs weakened and fell off his hips.

Jagger went down on his elbows. She moaned under his weight as he rolled to his side, taking her with him. She flung her leg over his thigh and caught her breath as her heart slowed to normal.

"How are you feeling?" He rubbed her back.

"Surprisingly, okay." She put her head in the crook of his arm. "I don't think we had too much to drink."

He chuckled. "You were looped."

She sighed, remembering enough to know that Jagger's trip to Beaverton had brought no results in finding her dad. Because of her dad's past and his membership with Havlin, she couldn't go to the police and file a missing person report. However, taking Cora up on her offer to hire a detective appealed to her.

Her dad would never forgive her if she got someone outside the family involved. She knew the rules.

That doesn't mean she liked following the rules.

"Your clothes should arrive by the end of the week." He pushed himself up, crawled over her, and left the bed. "Have you thought of what you want to do with the house?"

A pang of sadness hit her. She wasn't ready to deal with Mama Sue's death.

"The house should belong to you," she whispered. "You're her son."

"You were her daughter. It doesn't matter if your blood doesn't match."

Mama Sue gave her all the love she needed growing up. She couldn't ask for a better mother and grandmother figure rolled into one.

"Rent the house out. There are always Havlin members who need a place to stay, and with the location, the house would always be full." He pulled on a pair of jeans. "Hell, hike the rent because you know more than one asshole will crash there."

"Will you handle that for me?"

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