Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

Cora POV

The meal was as good as Marco promised, and I was stuffed. I wanted to undo my jeans to make room

for my bulging belly, but that might be seen as suggestive, and I am not sure Marco would appreciate us

using this room for that purpose. It made me giggle at the thought of Marco growling at Gunner as he

pulled up his pants, Would Gunner be embarrassed at being caught by Marco, or smug because he could

tick another place off his list of places he had done it?

Best not go there, girl. Ooo la la. I am getting hot and randy thinking about it.

Marco came out to see us off, giving me cheek kisses again and reminding me that he has unmarried sons, for when I ditch Gunner. Gunner was not pleased with that suggestion and told him to go back to the kitchen, where he belonged, and to stop setting her up; she was his girlfriend, and not available to his

shenanigans.

“That’s the fire a man should have, keep it up, son, and we might make a man out of you yet.” Marco chuckled all the way back to the kitchen. A plump lady was at the kitchen door, her hands on her hips, growling at Marco, in Italian, before they disappeared together into the back. Hopefully, it was his wife; she had fire in her, which I liked to see, or he let something burn, that thought had me giggling, no true chef

likes to see burnt food in their kitchen.

The river walk was beautiful, it was a romantic walk, the moon high in the sky, the sound of laughter from the water, where young lads were swimming, and music coming from a boat out on the water, couples walking hand in hand.

Perfect.

That was until a cyclist hit Gunner on his sore shoulder, and I saw red.

If I could, I would have chased that man down, and ??

What?

Push him off his bike.

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I felt hopeless that the man didn’t give a shuff, like filling a sock and calling it Christmas. He was rude; the least he could have done was use his bell and let us know he was coming through, that’s common

courtesy.

In my mind, I was berating that man, while the other side of me, the one with the real voice, showed concern for Gunner, who had to have been hurt. It was like the man deliberately ran into Gunner to prove some point I didn’t get. With my anger running high, I suggested filing a complaint with the council, and that’s what I will do. I hadn’t expected Gunner to say he would send me the councillors‘ emails. I could find it on the internet, but his giving me the information would be like he was part of it, giving me a boost to do exactly that tomorrow and it won’t be an ordinary sss they had ever seen the likes of hefore

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“Come, let’s get you home. Before some other lunatic rider comes by.” As we reached the restaurant, parked out the front, with other bikes was the bike that hit Gunner. As I walked by, I pulled out a small penknife, plunged it into his front wheel and continued. It happened so fast that I doubt anyone would have picked what I was doing, it was all in my natural stride.

“Did that make you feel better?” Gunner asked as he handed me my helmet. Of course, he noticed. Gunner

misses nothing.

“It did, it will give him something to do, besides kurting others, and it will save someone else from being hurt for a little while, at least, maybe if I see that bike again, I will do it again, sooner or later, he will get the message that someone he has hurt didn’t like it.” I huffed out, still angry over the whole incident.

Gunner explained the strap on the helmet as he tightened it, with a patience I have rarely seen in a man; most I know or have been around are not like that. Maybe I have been looking at the wrong crowd.

“Maybe in daylight, I will have a longer look at the strapping and figure it out, thank you.” I relied in a soft voice, and shrugged, I didn’t mind him doing it for me, I get to look at his face as he concentrates on the strap, he has striking eyes, a brown, almost black, his lips are perfect for kissing, his nose, when looking this close must have been broken at some time, but it wasn’t too bad, if I wasn’t this close I would never have picked it. His beard is dark brown and has been braided. I wonder if he did that or if some chick at the club did. I am sure I had thought this before: I’m not jealous. I’m not. His hair falls just below his shoulder blades, long for a guy who was also in a plait.

Suddenly, he hit the top of my helmet.

“All done, finished perving, or would you like me to hold you a little longer, so you can finish?” He chuckled

as I blushed.

“Busted,” I replied, not that I can deny it, might as well own it. Whoop whoop, ‘what a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man‘. The song chorus rang in my head as I waited for Gunner to give me the signal to

climb on.

The ride home was too short and not fast enough. I was enjoying the vibration between my legs and wondered if we could go on a longer ride sometime soon to see if I could reach my peak with it. Don’t think so, but it was a nice thought.

“Want to come in?” I asked shyly, not wanting the night to end, while also giving Gunner the chance to

leave if he had club plans.

Gunner took the key out of my hand, put it in the lock, turned, picked me up, and entered, closing the door

with his boot.

“Guess that’s a yes.” I giggled as he moved towards the lounge, and stopped as if he was going to lower

her down onto it.

“Bedrooms that way.” I pointed to a door, causing Gunner to change direction. Good, we’re on the same page. If I don’t get Gunner to finish this need, I will have to use my hand, and I would rather have him bring me to the boil. Our time in bed had always been so so soooooo good. Yeah, like really good. This man

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knows what he’s doing.

Claim

Gunner sat me on the bed, knelt and removed my boots, kissing my ankle as he removed my socks, he moved up and took off my jacket, and carefully placed it on the back of a chair, unbuttoned my shirt, and threw the shirt aside, before leaning in and unclasping my bra, causing my two mountains to pop out, and his mouth found the peak of one. He nibbled and sucked on one while his hand massaged the other, then

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