Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Demetri POV

What had Cora done? Scones was sobbing, and her crying was a weakness. I didn’t know I had it till now. It was tearing me apart inside. See how upset she was.

How could Cora call these happy tears?

They don’t look happy to me.

Scones sipped the water between hiccups of breath, as slowly Scones tears had slowed and stopped, a pile of used tissues lay on the table, and I tried to be patient as I waited for Scones to be able to inform me of what Cora had said that got Scones so upset. It was so hard to wait, and watch, and have no clue what to say or do to comfort Scones.

What could Cora have said to make Scones cry so much?

I feel conflicted.

This was what my men called divided loyalty. I am still trying to get to know my daughter, and don’t want to lose her after the door being opened, to be part of her life, and at the same time, I like Scones a lot, and want to get to know her too, if the two can’t get along, what am I to do, stick with getting to know Cora or Stick with Scones, it’s going to be very uncomfortable either choice, because the two will still see each other here at the club, can’t see an answer and that bothers me alot, I am usually able to work out solutions, to most problems, but this one has no clear ending.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” I ran my fingers through Scone’s hair as she leaned against my chest, taking in short gulps of air.

“Cora’s right,” Scones said, as if that answered the question.

Huh?

“Right about what?” I pushed a lock of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear.

“Everything. Cora permitted us to live with her at their home and for the four of us to get to know each

other better.”

What?

Settle down, think, don’t yell, or get angry, talk it through.

“Why the tears? If we are to be together, one happy family.”

“Cora told you, happy tears, just big fat ones, no one has ever asked me to be their friend, and live with them like this.”

“Tears of happiness?” I am confounded, lost by this one. I have never experienced happy tears before.

“Happy tears. I was overwhelmed that I burst into tears, never happened before, she hugged me, welcomed me to the family, I am part of a family, not club family, but a real one, and Cora said she would be proud to call me her mother, but to give her a little time to adjust to all the changes, and to see how far

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we go in our relationship. I have a daughter. I gave up dreaming of having children years ago, even before Skeleton died, because he was more into cheating than being with me, and when he was with me, it was so he got relief, not me. I often lay there wanting more, not reaching my peak, and using my B.O.B. to get me off, when he was out having his way elsewhere.” Scones had more tears, it seemed, but now I knew they weren’t bad ones, didn’t panic as much.

“When do you want to move, after the weekend bike ride?” I held Scones to me, rubbing her shoulder and back, gently hoping it was soothing, as I got my head around all this.

“Yes, after, not enough time to pack my life in one evening, besides, I think we all need tonight to think about what had just happened, if we don’t make it as a couple, I am out of a home, the club might not let me back in.” Scones was being serious. How would the club not let her back in? She’s part of the furniture; they’d be lost without her.

“Oddball would never turf you out. He needs you too much; you are like a motherly figure to the club. All the guys go to you for your opinion. You are worth more than you think you are. Everyone loves you, not just because you can cook.” I was stroking her hair, Scone’s head on my chest, resting against me.

Cora had given us her blessing to pursue, not that I needed it to keep trying to win Scones over, but having her blessing takes away that worry, and maybe the two would grow closer. Scones has not had an easy life, and I would like to make her life easier, simpler, happier, but we have to get over some small hurdles first. One has been past; that was Cora. The next was how Scones sees herself. How can I make that better? How can I show her how worthy she is of love and all the comforts that being my wife would bring her, and yes, she’s the one I have set my sights and heart on? My men already know she was their boss, my chosen one. They will protect her with their lives, and I didn’t need to order them to do it. They have been with me for years and know how closed off to women I had been.

Scones moved, then pushed me onto my back, removed my shoes, I lifted my hips as she removed my jeans, and then removed her own clothing, before returning to me, pulling my shirt over my head, and throwing the clothes into a pile on the floor, not caring where they lay. Scones then kissed her way down my body, until she reached my shaft, which was now very erect.

I love that Scones was not afraid to take what she wants, and she’s the first woman I have let take over in the bedroom. It helps me learn and understand Scones and her needs. I am no submissive, but this woman, since that first time, when she dragged me into her room and ravaged me, I have had a semi each time I think of that first time. I was so unprepared for it, and that might be why it was the best night with a woman since Dianne. Not planned, it made it so much better. I didn’t need to think or worry about her hurting her feelings; I just let Scones take what she needed. And tonight appears to be the same as that time, when she was upset, stressed, or crying for whatever reason, Scones likes to take control. I briefly wondered if her first husband ever let her take him as she does me. It was not something I was going to ask, I already heard enough about him that told me he was not a good husband, no need to drag his ghost into our bedroom.

Scones moved her legs over me, and straddled me, grasped my shaft, and positioned it between her thighs, and lowered herself down, slowly. Her warm, slick v****a, coating my shaft like a glove, once she was happy, having taken all of me in, and believe me when I say I am not tiny, and few women could take all of me, like Scones just did. Scones started to rock up and down, my hips rising to meet her downward thrust. She ran her hands over my flat stomach and up over my chest, keeping a slow rhythm, her eyes locked on mine. They shone with lust and glistened from the tears she had shed earlier, her nose a little red, licked her lips a few times, moistening them, as she blew short outward breaths, each time she thrust downwards. I moved my hands to her hips, supporting her as Scones picked up the pace a little.

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My body got tighter, as the pleasure built, it won’t be long before I blow my load. This woman knows how To make my body hum with pleasure. Scones picked up the pace, moving upright, using her thighs and legs to lift and lower on my hips. Moisture formed on my face, and my body became slick with perspiration as the end drew closer. Scones closed her eyes and continued to ride me, her hands rubbing her own chest and body, before she screamed out my name. I held onto her hips, pumping faster, rushing to catch up, before she slumped forward onto me, and as she hit my chest with her body, I roared out her name, pulsing my seed inside of her. She lay on top of me as I caught my breath.

“Shower or sleep.” Scone’s husky voice asked, sleep would reach us both soon.

“Sleep, shower in the morning, before we leave for the ride.” Scones rolled off of me, and I followed her, lying on my side, pulling her close to me, like I was protecting her. If she so much as moved, I would know.

Scones was asleep before I had completely come down from my high. It made me feel good that Scones could fall asleep so easily in my arms.

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