Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Cora POV

A woman in our bed, playing with herself.

What kind of people do that?

I have heard of peeping toms, looking through windows, or taking your panties off the clothes line to masturbate against, but this was beyond my imagination. I am a nurse from the casualty room. I have seen and heard a lot of things, seen girls and men have things stuck inside them, their play toys, and other things and let’s not go there, but little scares or can surprise me.

Gunner took a quick shower while I put the sheets and blankets op the bed, got dressed in jeans and a shirt, put my hair up into a ponytail, and put on my joggers. Gunner came out in just a towel, and my mouth went dry at the sight of him, and I had to lick my lips to moisten them.

“Don’t do that,” Gunner growled through clenched teeth.

“Do what?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from his magnificent chest, and to his face.

“Licking your lips and sucking on your bottom lip, we don’t have time for what I want to do to you, so stop giving me ideas.” Gunner was deepened, sending tingles down my body and pooling in my groin, my lady parts, throbbed with the idea of action, and I had to squeeze my legs together in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, but it just made me want him the more.

Gunner was dressed in black jeans, a shirt, and boots, his cut on last. Finishing the look, it was sad to see that body getting covered up. His hair was still messed up, and his beard still glistened with water droplets. He grabbed the towel and rubbed it over his beard and hair, then ran a comb through both his head and his beard. The end result was good, but I preferred the messy look.

Gunner picked me up, not letting me use the crutches tonight. He said there were too many people around, making it dangerous, and he could trip and fall. I think he likes to carry me. An assertive, claiming, I don’t understand. Yet. With sure, quick steps, he walked to the door, held me with his good arm, opened the door, and closed it behind him, ensuring it was locked.

“How’s the shoulder?” I asked, wondering how he could be carrying me so effortlessly, when it was too soon for most men to be even using his arm yet, I bet I would need a whole week before I could use it with any strength.

“Fine, not the first time I put it out. I was told when I dislocated it as a kid, that that shoulder might be weakened and pop out, it takes a good hit, like being bucked off my bike to do it. It’s not that weak, I train extra hard on that arm to keep it strong.” Gunner wasn’t even out of breath as he talked to me while walking. I put my face to his neck as we descended the stairs, and it looked scary. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, and it’s all me. I don’t even like those rides that lift you up and drop you really fast; it’s not vertigo, but it’s still not something I’m keen on.

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Once on the ground floor, he walked towards the front door. You could see a small wall separating club members from visitors. He walked to a nice–looking sofa and carefully placed me on it. Leaving me there, he headed to the food table, grabbed a plate and selected a variety of foods, a bottle of water, and

returned.

“I have to work, stay here. If you need anything, signal me or one of the prospects, and they will get it for

you.” He handed me the plate of food and left me sitting there. I guess sooner or later, more club members

will sit in this area. But for now, it was just me and a plate of food.

I recognised the pies I made, and what Scones had done. That was nice. I started eating as I watched club members hanging around the bar. A few ladies came and sat in this area, but none came to talk to me or introduce themselves. A couple of ladies sat nearby and spoke behind their hands, glancing at me, and when they saw I was watching, they turned away. Nothing new there, just like starting somewhere new, and no one knows you, and no one has the guts to come to you and find out who you are, more fun to

speculate.

The doors flew open, and a sea of people entered. I watched them move about; some gravitated to the bar, others, finding a tall table with a small round top, sat around it on barstools. Some are happy to look around, as if hunting for someone. Most appeared to be familiar with the place, and a live band started setting up in one corner, with a small wooden dance floor in front. Large speakers were dotted around the room, and a large collection of them was stacked up next to the band, and four were on the floor in front of the stage. I could see that this was going to get very loud very fast.

My plate was empty; I was hungrier than I thought; the band had started to play; and my ears were already ringing from the loud sound. The music I was familiar with, and I tapped my foot on the song, and softly

sang to it.

“Today, we are having an open mic day. Is anyone out there willing to sing for us?” A couple of girls got up, and they sang terribly; some of the crowd booed, while a few clapped, and I would have thought those clapping were friends, encouraging them along. Wish they wouldn’t, I’d rather hear the loud music than this

cat wailing.

An hour went by, no one I knew had come to sit in this area, and I was enjoying watching the crowd and singing along to the music, even the bad singers. Until the woman who had been talking about me and watching me closely decided they wanted to stir the pot.

“DJ! This chick can sing.” Pointing to me. I felt my cheeks flush.

“Miss, would you like to come up here and sing?” The man who was called DJ asked, looking at me. One of the men I had met, but couldn’t remember his name, leaned in and spoke to him. His eyes widened, and he got up off the stage and walked over to me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this lovely lady can’t walk to me because of an injury she sustained a few days ago, so I will go to her. What would you like to sing?” I looked at him, petrified. I hate being put on the spot; it has happened too often in my past for my liking.

“What choices do I have?” I asked softly. He handed me the mic and told me a few songs. I didn’t like any

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