Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 110

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Claim

Chapter 110

Gunner POV

It was a great night’s sleep. I woke in the same position I had fallen asleep in. Being intimate before bed definitely sates the body and drains the last bit of energy out of me, leaving me completely relaxed, replete, and happy, yeah, very happy.

Cora was still sleeping soundly. As much as I wanted to stay here and cuddle my woman, I needed to get some work done, check out the shop receipts, and look at the pending payroll, which comes around too often. Things have been improving since we removed a few employees who were billing for work not done, which I found unacceptable, and who were skimming the books.

They have been dealt with.

My assistant manager copped a flogging for not picking it up earlier. He’s back at work now; he knows the rules, and I bet he won’t be so trusting in the future. He’s a great man, and the beating he got, he asked for. I wasn’t going to have him be beaten, and couldn’t do it myself. He’s my friend, so i asked him to pick someone to handle the task and left them to it. He had a week off work, recuperating; he returned, still black and blue. Funny, they say black and blue, when there are yellows in the bruising as it fades. However, he still had a smile on his face, and all was forgiven.

Slowly, I removed my arm from under Cora, slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, then back into the bedroom, dressed as quietly as I could, picked up my boots, and carried them out the door, closing it softly behind me:

I headed to the office, picked up my laptop, and returned to the dining room. Had just got involved in approving orders when Clara entered the room.

“Good afternoon. Or should I say good morning? Anyway, coffee? Breakfast?” Clara asked with too bright a smile this early, well, early for me.

“Good afternoon. No need to change the greeting, because we are on night shift, it’s still afternoon, isn’t it? No, to breakfast, will wait for Cora, but yes to coffee.” Clara nodded and left the room, almost having a skip in her step. Something had made her day; she appeared happy.

I had approved three purchase orders, and by the time Clara returned, I was setting the coffee on a

coaster near me.

Clara then gave me the news that Demetri was not coming home, that Strike had left for the day, and that I had received a text from Oddball, insisting I be there to celebrate the news; he wanted me there by seven. I sent him a thumbs up.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Not right now, thank you.” I’m usually not this polite when I first wake up, but since Clara runs the household, I’ll be respectful and kind for now. If she annoys me, that might change. I can be a right grump

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in the nomings. Usually, it’s because either had a late night or a late call. Last night, none of that happened, making the sleep peaceful and uninterrupted, and hence no grump this morning.

Claon

By the time I had completed checking the orders versus the stock requests. I picked up my coffee and was sad to see I had already finished it, and I don’t remember having drunk it all. I looked at the empty cup for a moment when Clara arrived and refilled my cup. Was she watching me? That thought didn’t go down very well with me.

“Thought you might need a refresh by now. I will have the cook start breakfast.”

“Thanks for the refill.” Her comment cleared away the negative thoughts that had snuck into my head.

Trust is earned, as Cora keeps reminding me, and I hadn’t had my trust tested as much as I have since meeting Cora.

The next few weeks look busy for the shop. I will have to go in before the weekend and help them out. All the bikes at the clubhouse that will be going on the ride and had been left for servicing have been completed. The ones at the bike shop were not simple services, and most are not going out this weekend. I am so looking forward to the ride, having Cora on the back, for the first time in a club run, will solidify my claim on Cora, for all the single men to see. We will ride till late afternoon, camp at our usual camping spot. Other clubs will meet us there. The local service station and cafe are prepared; we are their bread and butter, being out in the sticks. One meeting like this gives them the income for the year. We try to do an overnight like this a few times a year; it boosts them and helps ensure they maintain the area for camping overnight. The public goes there too, camping and fishing in the local river, but it’s not the same as hundreds of bikes suddenly arriving, eating and drinking, and having fun for the night.

Payroll reviewed, the second coffee gone, I was looking at emails from clients and club members, and I was copied into the conversation Oddball was having with the other club presidents about the up–and–coming stakeout. Oddball had tried to ensure that we were safe to go on this ride on the weekend, with no signs of every second week having had reports of problems, and we don’t anticipate that to change. One club doesn’t believe that bike riders are the main target, as more cars and trucks are being targeted than bikes. The ratio was more trucks than any other vehicle.

Cora arrived, dressed in jeans, which was unexpected.

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Over breakfast we talked, and soon she was on the back of me, snuggling in close, how I like her to be.

“Ready?” I asked through the intercom.

“More than ready.” Her breathy answer had my jeans suddenly feel tight, and I had to grin at how just her voice had me getting hard, and Cora wasn’t trying to be seductive.

I took off in a different direction than last time. When we left the city limits, I opened the throttle and gave the bike a squirt. Cora squealed with delight as we picked up speed, and each time we laid the bike down in a corner, she giggled, loving the thrill of the ground coming up to meet us and then back up. She moved with me, like we had ridden like this for years. Cora felt right, holding me from behind.

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Clar

My hand moved to her thigh and squeezed it during a straight stretch of the road, reassuring myself she was still there and was okay, since she hadn’t said a word or moved for a little while. After a while, we stopped at a service station I fueled up while Cora grabbed some snacks and returned with a bottle of water and chocolate nut bars.

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