Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Gunner POV

The internet was full of the story of Cora taking down the gunman, single–handedly, footage of her sneaking around the back of him, and jumping on him when he reached forward to grab the bag of money, sending him onto the counter and losing his hold on the gun, which slid across the floor and into the body of her mother. Cora stayed, gripping his neck and legs around his back, her arms holding him in a choke hold, as he struggled to remove Cora from his back or get off the counter. This gave the police time to arrive and take over; she got a merit award for her bravery.

“Why do you say your mum died in a car accident?” I asked, confused. This was something to be proud of, a sixteen–year–old girl neutralising a large–armed male.

“It was easier; fewer questions, fewer complications. People stop asking if you say that it was an accident; if you give them the truth, they start asking questions, like what it felt like when you held that gunman down or when the police eventually showed up. How did you handle all that while your mother died on the floor? Hard questions that I didn’t want to answer or think about. I was a young girl who terrifyingly lost her mum while her dad was in a hotel bed, screwing the mistress.” Cora replied blandly, as if she were reciting the ingredients for a recipe from a cereal box.

“You should be proud that you stopped others from being shot. Sorry you were not able to help your mother. Are you ready to talk about it, to release all those bottled–up emotions?” I asked softly, saying that she needed to face this sooner or later; it would never be easy to talk about, but talking would start the healing in earnest.

“Maybe when I don’t have to go to work the next day, it will drain me, and my first day should not be me walking in on eggshells, carrying ghosts of the past close to the surface.”

“Okay, when you are ready, I will be waiting. We can do it up here, away from prying eyes and ears. You can scream, shout, hit me, get it all out. When that door and window are shut, this room is virtually soundproof.”

“Thank you, let me settle in at work first, and see what trouble I have caused with my sss. As Bluey said, it would cause. I hope it’s not as bad as she says it will be. There have to be people who support change.” “Sure thing, Babe,” I called dinner time, and we headed down, together, stride for stride, confident, relaxed, as though something had changed between us, nothing you could see, or put your finger on it, a comfortable acceptance.

At dinner, all the officers were around the table, and a few patch members. Many grabbed a plate and left the dining hall to eat somewhere else. Not unusual, it was how it was, calm, easy, content, the brothers being brothers, laughter, jokes, roughhousing, home.

After dinner, we played pool, well, tried to. Cora had never played before, and I enjoyed leaning over her body to help line up the shots; it was almost like foreplay. Before we went upstairs, my shaft was hard, and

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Frubbed it against her backside, often, showing her just what she was doing to me. Cora would giggle and

wiggle her butt, making me groan.

“Play pool or get a room, the two of you are almost pornographic,” Carnage complained, then downed the last of his beer, turned to the bar to get a refill. I slid two of our balls into the table pockets while his back was turned. Then Cora hit the ball. Carnage turned in time to see one go into a pocket, and the white ball

rolled back to line up for the next shot.

“Nice shot,” Carnage complimented, as he took on what was left on the table, with a frown. Cora managed

to pot another ball.

“She’s a fast learner.” Carnage grinned at Cora. I growled at him, which made the room chuckle at my

possessiveness.

We won, by me cheating, and Carnage getting too drunk to notice, and making errors that he wouldn’t normally make, all good for us.

“Thanks for the game, Carnage. It’s bedtime for me; I start my new job tomorrow, so I need to be up bright and early, with a smile on my face,” Cora said, blowing Carnage air kisses, and looping her arm through mine and guiding me out the door. This was different; it should be the other way around. The erection ! had managed to get under control was roaring back into life. I was so hard that I could hit nails in wood

with it.

Cora opened the door and slipped inside. By the time I entered, I had turned to close and lock the door, then turned back. She was already stripped down to her panties and was taking the clothes to the hamper. That was super quick, faster than I thought possible, not that I am complaining.

“Are you going to stand at the door, with your mouth on the floor all night, or going to ravage me?” My mouth slammed shut, and I moved to remove my boots. She had cheated, because she had loose clothes on. It took me longer to shuck on my boots and clothes and get to Cora, who was lying on her side, head resting on her hand, watching me strip.

Gosh, she was beautiful.

“Put your dirty clothes in the hamper, please.” She ordered, and I almost gave her the bird, but thought better of it, and did as she requested, not that I wouldn’t have put them in the hamper eventually, but my rock–hard shaft had other priorities, and didn’t like that it had to wait longer.

I walked slowly to her; her eyes tracking my movements, then her eyes lowered to look at my groin, which pulsed at her perusal. She licked her lips, and my mind went to the shower earlier today, and what she did to me. My shaft pulsed again.

When I reached the bed, I stopped and waited to see if there were any further instructions or if I could take charge. Cora was in a mood that I didn’t recognise. This was new to me, and I felt a little out of sorts, and I was never hesitant when it came to what to do in the bedroom, till now. Cora tests me in ways I had never been tested before.

And I love every moment of it.

Sapter 40

Claim

Looking forward to what she will do next; it’s exciting, putting the spark back in my life that I have been lacking lately, been bored, and was looking for something different, but didn’t know what the difference! wanted was. Now I know, and it’s lying provocatively in bed, watching me.

“Come to me.” Cora beckoned me, her finger crooked in a ‘come here motion.

I stood right up against the bed, my knees resting on the mattress, but not climbing on Cora reached out and touched my shaft, and her gentle touch nearly had me exploding, I was wired up and ready to blow. Cora moved to the edge of the bed and put my shaft in her mouth, sucked the end, then licked down my length, and back up again. I clenched my fists, trying not to move or prematurely ejaculate. It was a real test of my inner strength, and in Cora’s hands, she had broken me. I was going to blow already.

“Cora, stop, or I will blow.” I groaned out, my voice deeper, full of need.

“Then blow, I am sure you have a second one in you.” Such confidence in my sexual prowess.

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