Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Cora POV

I woke to find I was still snuggled up against Gunner’s chest, having had the best night’s sleep since Gunner left for his club’s so–called business run. I don’t ask questions. Scones briefed me well enough to know that in club life, the men could disappear for days, and that it’s for the women’s protection that they are told very little. I don’t get it, but I accept it. I converted the lack of knowledge into something I could understand, such as patient records, on a need–to–know basis. You don’t go around talking about a patient as if it were gossip. I accept it more easily when thinking of it like that.

Moving carefully, slowly, I retreated from his warm body and headed to the shower, had a quick one, dried off, got dressed, checked the fridge, and sighed in disappointment

Nothing suitable for Gunner to eat in there, I doubt he would want cereals or oatmeal.

Take away, it is then.

I debated whether to leave a note, but didn’t think I would be gone long, and fingers crossed, I should make it back before he woke.

The queue at the little street van was longer than I expected. Yesterday, there was one person before me, but then this food vendor made incredibly tasty, cheap food, so I shouldn’t have been so surprised.

When the man saw me, he smiled.

“The usual?” I had a usual in just a few days? It’s scary how quickly this man remembers everyone’s preferences.

“Please, but for two.” His face dropped for a brief second, and then lifted back to his beaming smile. He had asked me out yesterday, and I said I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure if Gunner was that yet, but this guy didn’t need to know that. The vendor was cute, in a boyish way, but I learned that look could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. My ex had that look; maybe that’s why I like Gunner, he was the opposite of my ex. Jake was a ladies‘ man, who looked like he was still a teenager, and not twenty–five. But after seeing him that night, he wasn’t a ladies‘ man, he was the sandwich between a man and a woman, and I have no clue if that has a name. But he did look like he was enjoying giving as much as he was receiving.

I took the boxes of food from the counter, thanked Sam, the vendor, and headed back as quickly as I could, hoping that Gunner was still asleep.

No such luck, by the sounds of it, Gunner was in the shower.

I placed the boxes on the table, put the kettle on for coffee, pulled out mugs, utensils for the food, and serviettes, made the coffee, and set them on the table. Gunner came out of the bathroom, smelling like

bananas, the shampoo I was given to try; he smelled good enough to eat.

Gunner made some comment about toothbrushes, but I wasn’t listening.

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He came up behind me and snuggled in, nibbling my ear.

That looks good.” He sniffed the air and grinned. In the boxes were bacon, an egg, sausage, one large whole mushroom, half a tomato, and a hash brown.

“Is that enough, or would you like me to make some toast?”

Clam

“That’s plenty, thank you.” We sat and ate in comfortable silence, neither needing to fill it. This was a nice change, no pressure to be more.

Gunner helped me clear the table, put the rubbish in a bag, and take it outside to put in the bin.

“Ready for a bike ride?” Gunner asked once the kitchen was clean.

“More than ready.” I had been looking forward to going out again, but yesterday was not enough to get rid of the nerves; I was hoping a longer one would finally get rid of them completely.

Gunner chuckled as he picked up the rubbish on our way out. He dumped the rubbish in the nearest bin. While he did that, I took the helmet and had a good look at it, playing with the strap, clicking it shut and opening it, before placing it on my head, leaning in to look in the mirror, and snapping the strap in place. It was not so hard, now I had a good look at it.

“Well done, I knew you could do it,” Gunner said, after checking that I had fixed the strap correctly. I pulled on my gloves, which I dug out of the bottom of one of my suitcases.

The bike roared into life, shattering the quietness, and sorry if anyone’s asleep. I thought, chuckling to myself, because I had always tried to stay quiet, concerned for others, in the past, and waking them up, after a long night shift, but now I didn’t give a monkey’s uncle. Nope, they never cared about my sleep. When I did nightshift, I was changing, time to put me first, I had been last for long enough, moving here was my new beginning.

Gunner motioned for me to climb on, and I managed to slip in behind him much more quickly and easily than my first time; he didn’t need to pull me close this time, nope. I wrapped my arms around him. Gunner chuckled before taking off. That vibration I remembered was running through my body, just like last time, and I was already getting excited to be out on the highway. Wow, it doesn’t take much to make me happy. I guess I had been starving for attention longer than i had thought. Gunner was certainly making up for all that I had missed. Filling the voids.

The town sign, announcing we were leaving Clearwater, came up faster than I expected. The sights and smells, so different on a bike, I smelled the carcass the birds were pecking at, that I would never have noticed in a car, and watched as the birds squawked, fleeing from their meal, in protest because of our approach. I watched them fly high in the sky and circle a few times, then they disappeared behind me, and I assumed back to their tasty but terrible–smelling meal.

“You okay back there?” Gunner’s voice came over the intercom in the helmet. I jumped at the sound of his voice, entering my head. Then giggled.

“Yes, can we go faster?” I don’t know what speed we were doing, but I wanted to feel more, more of what I

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ean’t explain.

Gunner complied without hesitation as he opened the throttle, and soon we were eating up the road. The corners came faster, and held on to Gunner, trying to plaster myself to him. When we leaned in low, my thighs gripping the seat, the road looked so close I felt I could reach out and touch it. It was scary, but thrilling, and exhilarating, all mixed together.

We passed cars that looked like they were moving slowly, then an over–length truck, hauling three trailers, then a truck with a double–decker trailer, and full of smelly sheep, some of which had urinated, and it was trickling down the side of the truck; luckily, Gunner went wide on this truck, avoiding any of the urine spraying onto us.

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