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"Please?"

He pressed into her. Her pussy protested, throbbing as he filled her. She arched her neck as if that would make more room below. He was huge. She could feel him fill every inch of her.

Zane slowly pumped inside of her and shuddered, almost pushing his full weight on her and then catching himself.

Then, he slipped out of her. The loss devastated her. She grabbed him, not ready to be separated from him.

"I'll start the shower for you." He got up from the couch. "It'll make you feel better."

After several minutes, she sat up and grabbed her clothes. The bathroom was empty, but steam rolled through the room. She stepped under the water, numbed by the fact that she'd had sex, and while she'd found pleasure, she wasn't sure Zane had.

She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but something was missing.

Zane walked into the room. "I'm heading to the clubhouse."

She looked through the glass shower doors. "But, I thought we could sleep in the same bed. We can have sex again. I don't hurt—too much."

He raked his hands through his hair. "That's not going to happen again."

Before she could ask him why not, he walked out of the bathroom. Had she done something wrong?

Chapter Twenty One

Zane

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River stepped out of the trees, gazed up at the clubhouse, then the bar, and finally headed toward the house, lugging her backpack. Squatted beside his Harley in the garage, he lost track of her when she walked out of sight.

The wrench slipped. Pain ricocheted up into his wrist.

"Shit." He shook his hand, dispelling the pain.

His slipup only angered him. He tossed the wrench into the toolbox and paced in front of the bike. A week of running himself ragged, and he had nothing to show for it.

There were no more signs of wildfires or Valdone members. His conversations with Kingsley made no sense. He couldn't understand why his brother wanted to follow Kenna instead of capturing her. Each day, his brother risked losing her.

He'd kept his distance from River since taking her out to eat, using the excuse that he needed to take care of business at the clubhouse.

"Zane?"

He whirled around. River stood in the open doorway of the garage.

"I heard you yell. Are you okay?" She stayed outside.

He pointed at his bike. "Just changing the filter."

"Oh." She looked up toward the clubhouse.

"Do you need something?" He cleared his throat after it came out more gruff than he intended.

"I was wondering if you've heard from Kingsley?"

He pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit the end, letting the smoke roll out of his nose. "I talked to him last night. He still had Kenna in sight. He suspected they'd be crossing over into Idaho sometime today."

"Is she returning to where we lived with our mom and dad?" She stepped inside the garage. "Maybe I could take the truck—"

"I know it's hard to wait, but we're not doing anything until we hear from Kingsley."

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