Chapter Twenty Six

Cora and Katrina had their backs to the door of the clubhouse. Behind them, several bikers stood, waiting to get a drink from the bar.

They each held a half-full cup of a mysterious amber-looking concoction. Jagger glanced around, found Wire, and motioned with his chin at the women in question.

Wire held up his hand, tipped an imaginary drink, and then shrugged. He could tell they'd been drinking. He wanted to know why he returned and found his ol' lady half-looped.

Katrina held up her hand. Cora put her hand up. Together, they formed a heart with their fingers. A sloppy heart, but it was recognizable.

Over the music, Katrina yelled, "Not that way. Cross your arms, then turn."

Katrina swung her hips and crossed her arms.

"No, you turn. In the TikTok video, they both turn in the same direction. My way." Cora moved to the side, flapping her arms in all directions.

The men lost interest in the women's dance moves and stepped around them to get to the bar.

Katrina planted her hands on her hips and studied Cora's moves. Jagger moved. It'd been a long two days.

She spotted him before he reached her. Slapping Cora's arm excitedly, Katrina ran the few yards separating them and jumped into his arms.

Her forehead skimmed his cheekbone. "Ow."

He carried her down the hallway and straight to the bedroom. What he had to say was nobody else's business.

In the bedroom, he set her on her feet. She swayed, holding on to him to keep her balance. He led her to the couch and sat beside her, needing to touch her.

"My dad?" She looked at him hopefully. "You found him?"

Her good mood would disappear when he told her he came up empty. Even reviewing security tapes at several locations around Beaverton hadn't brought any sign of her dad.

"It looks more and more like he's taken off." He smoothed her hair off her face. "After dealing with the news that I'm involved with his daughter, he probably needs time to wrap his head around what to do."

"I really thought you'd find him." She sagged against the couch. "Do you think he's dead?"

"No."

"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.