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?"

He nodded. "Her things are in storage. The units the club owns, so no hurry going through her things. If you ever want anything, contact Hatchet."

"Don't you want some of her belongings?"

He shook his head. "There's nothing I need."

"There are pictures."

"Got a drawer full that mom sent me a few months after I moved here."

"Oh." She sat up in bed. "What are you doing today?"

"I need to work in the parts shop. There's a club meeting at four o'clock."

She walked across the room and hugged him from behind. "I've missed you."

He turned in her arm and held her against his chest. "Want to help in the shop?"

"Sure." She headed toward the shower. "Do you have time for me to make breakfast?"

"Nope." He opened the door. "I'll run down to the coffee shop—"

"I'll grab us drinks and a cinnamon roll. Go ahead and go to work." She gathered her hair on the top of her head. "I want to check on Cora."

"Everything okay between you and her?" He stood in the doorway. "You looked like you were getting along last night."

She nodded. "She's pretty cool."

Jagger's gaze wandered down Katrina's body. "You better shower before I change my mind about working today."

"Well..." She turned and wiggled her ass. "Come and get it."

He groaned and walked out the door. She smiled, turning on the water. A motorcycle club president always had something he had to do around the clubhouse. It made the time she had with him more precious.

A half-hour later, she walked to Whale's Tail Coffee Shop with a gnawing stomach, telling her she could eat two cinnamon rolls.

The driftwood on the door rattled as she walked inside. She waved at Cora behind the counter.

Her aunt groaned. "Why do you look so happy this morning?"

"I take it you have a hangover."

"Headache, nausea, and regrets. I'm never drinking again." Cora grimaced. "Why aren't you suffering?"

She shrugged. "Lucky, I guess."

"Did you come to order coffee or to torment me?"

"Honestly?" She laughed. "Both."

"What can I get you?"

"Two American coffees and two rolls." She pointed to the glass case. "Make that three."

As Cora placed the food in a box, she said, "Wire told me Jagger was unsuccessful finding Ruger."

"Yeah."

"What happens now?"

"I don't know." She took out her debit card. "All we can do is wait to see if he returns."

Cora handed her a cup of coffee before preparing the second one. "I'm sorry. I wish there were something I could do."

She had to admit it was nice that Cora was concerned. Inhaling the steam coming through the hole on the top of the lid, she stepped over to the cash register, where Cora took her payment.

"Hopefully, your head will start feeling better soon," she said.

"I hope." Cora mustered a smile. "I'll see you later."

She walked the block back to the building and entered through the front door of the parts shop. Having been there several times since arriving in Seaglass Cove, she knew the layout.

Maverick dipped his chin in her direction. She sat the box and drinks on the counter.

"Do you or any of the other guys working here today want me to run and get drinks?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm good." Maverick coughed. "Already had my cup."

Jagger walked out from one of the aisles in the back. She held up a cup and motioned him over.

Without saying a word, he took a sip of the coffee and exhaled loudly in appreciation. She loved that she could do something for him, even as simple as getting him a coffee.

Dio strolled in and spotted her. "Great, we have more help."

"I don't know how much help I'll be, but I'll try." She put her hands on her hips. "Point me to what I'm supposed to do."

Five minutes later, she was searching for parts to fill orders. She'd learned how to decode their inventory records. Best of all, she got to hang with Jagger all morning, and that helped keep her mind off her dad.