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She should be used to his size by now, but she still let out a gasp as his mushroom head breached her. She loosened her legs around his waist to sink lower on him. He stretched her in the most wonderful of ways. Pirate was thick and she loved how his entrance came with just a bite of pain. Her body welcomed him like he was a sailor coming home from sea after a long absence.

She wasn’t strong, having never been to the gym a day in her life, so she struggled to raise herself up and down on him. In this position, without something at her back, she needed more muscle than she had. Pirate, though, did not hold this against her or judge her. In fact, Sophia had the sneaking suspicion that he’d put his back to the shelving unit to protect her, since it wasn’t a smooth wall. Pirate gripped her hips and started to raise her up and down on his cock.

Sophia shuddered and moaned, loving the feel of him inside her. Sex with Pirate was so much more than she ever could have anticipated or expected. She loved how it was fast, yet playful, and rough, yet sensual.

Part of her took notice how items from the shelves were falling down around them, but certainly wasn’t a priority. Pirate bent his knees as he worked her hips down and his hips up. Sophia cried out, feeling the ripples of an orgasm start.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” Pirate buried his face between her breasts. She could feel his hot breath through her sweater. Her hands held tightly to his hair as she clung to him with all her might. The shelf behind them banged against the wall in time with their thrusts.

Pirate’s own shout was muffled by her chest, but Sophia’s rang out through the supply closet. Both sweaty and gasping for breath, the last thing they expected to hear was a hard rapping on the door, followed by, “Now that you’ve finished up, get dressed and get your asses out here.”

Pirate was goingtokillwhoever was outside the closet door. No doubt it was one of his brothers. Between the echo of his heart in his ears and the pounding on the wood door, he hadn’t been able to make out the voice.

Then an even bigger reality came crashing down on them. They’d been caught. Someone outside that closet knew the two of them had been in here and, by the clear destruction of the room, their activity had not been quiet. Fuck.

From Sophia’s wide eyes, she’d just come to the same conclusion.

Carefully, Pirate eased her off of his softening cock and then guided her down to the floor. Grabbing some paper towels that hadn’t fallen from the shelf, Pirate used them to get the condom off and then wipe himself down. He’d have preferred a wet cloth but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Not caring that he wasunwrapping a new toilet paper roll, he pulled some of the softer paper off for Sophia to wipe herself. As much as he wanted to do it, he needed to deal with whomever was outside the door before letting Sophia exit. He was not going to have her walk out into the hallway to a bunch of onlookers, even if they were his club brothers. He didn’t care how tough she was; she did not deserve that.

Dressing quickly, he looked over to make sure she was covered. She didn’t have her boots on yet, but she at least had her panties and pants back on. Both his wad of paper towels and her toilet paper were in the waste basket by the door.

Gripping her chin, he tilted her face up to claim her lips in a quick kiss. “Wait here. I’ll get rid of who’s out there and then clean up in here.”

The floor was littered with the supplies from the shelves. Thankfully nothing heavy had fallen on them. Those items were lower to the ground and just toppled over. The rolls of paper towels from the top shelf were the leading contenders on the floor.

She bent to pick up her boots and found his belt. Pirate just shook his head. He’d grab it in a minute.

Slipping out of the closet, he was surprised not to find one of his club brothers but Carlos standing outside. He was wearing his beige uniform with his wide brimmed hat. The unamused look on the sheriff’s face matched Pirate’s own irritation.

“What do you want?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow at Pirate’s sudden hostility. Granted, it was a bit more forceful than Pirate had expected. “Some of the nurses came to get me from Harper’s room when they heard ‘a disturbance’ coming from the supply closet.”

“And you stood outside listening like some creeper?” Pirate questioned. He didn’t care if Carlos did or did not hear, but hewas sure that was something Sophia would not be happy about learning.

Carlos’s scowl deepened. “No,” he snapped. “But I did keep others from coming down here. Once the banging stopped, I figured it was safe to approach the door.”

Damn that shelving unit. Pirate wondered if it would have been quieter to have taken her up against the door since there’d been no empty wall space.

Carlos scratched behind his neck. “So, you and Sophia, huh. How long has that been going on?”

Pirate stiffened, standing straighter. “How the fuck did you know it was Sophia?”

“I recognized her?—”

Before Carlos could finish that sentence, Pirate’s fist struck out.

Something collided with the door,making Sophia jump and drop the rolls of toilet paper she’d been picking up to put back on the shelf. Hearing the grunts from outside, she rushed over to the door and threw it open in time to see Carlos and Pirate going at each other.

“What the fuck!” she shouted. She made to get between them, but Pirate suddenly turned as if to step between her and Carlos.

As she tried to move around Pirate, she heard heavy boots coming pounding down the hallway. Both Carlos and Pirate had gotten in some good swings, but Pirate was a former Marine. If they really were trying to hurt the other, there was no doubting who the victor would be.

Jumper, Steel, and Cage were suddenly there, breaking up the two fighters. Carlos’s hat had been knocked to the ground. His left eye looked red and puffy and he had a split lip. From the way Pirate was holding his side, Carlos had gotten in a lucky strike to the ribs. Now that the men weren’t going at each other anymore, Sophia squeezed her way through until she was standing between them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” she demanded. Rounding on Carlos, she snapped, “You’re the fucking sheriff. Act like it.” Turning on Pirate before Carlos could respond, she scolded, “Really? What are you five? He should arrest your ass.”

Blood was dripping from Pirate’s nose, indicating that Carlos had gotten in at least more than one good strike.

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