Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 65

Oddball was ecstatic that we had a plan and was ready to do some trial runs, it was like we were getting somewhere, a direction to take, rather than sitting around waiting for the next accident to happen I was tempted to ask about the three in the cells, whether they managed to get any decent information out of them, but at the same time, I didn’t want to know what they did to get it, or if they were even still alive. It’s not that I needed to know any of that, it didn’t affect my investigation.

Overnight, in a bedroll, on the side of the road. I have mixed feelings about this. It will be the longest ride! have been on, and I have never slept in a bedroll or on the side of the road, nor have I been camping. Even when we went camping at school, it was in small dorms, never out in the open.

Gunner was giving me a lot of firsts.

What to take: one or two pairs of panties?

Do I need more bra?

I definitely need personal products, deodorant, and tampons, if it comes early. Mine is like clockwork. However, with all this stress, it could go off the rails and catch

Cora POV me by surprise. I’ve seen it with my ex–best friend. Every time she had a major upset, you could almost guarantee she would come early.

A small bag would do. I placed three pairs of panties, a warm shirt to sleep in, and personal hygiene items, then added another pair of socks as a last–minute thought.

Did Gunner need to add anything?

The shower called me; I needed to be clean before I went, and at six in the morning, leaving would mean getting up at five or half past five to get dressed and fed, then leaving–no time for a shower in the

morning.

Gunner came in with a tray, soup, bread rolls, a bag of nuts and snack food, and bottles of water He placed them in the small bag.

“Come and eat, before the soup gets cold.” Gunner had two bowls out, the soup container in the middle of the table, and a coffee for each of us, plus six small homemade bread rolls.

We sat and ate, talked about today, and what to expect tomorrow and the next day. We were confident the shooters were not here yet. Oddball had thought our idea that the shooter was a truck driver or a traveller of some kind. This was the only logical approach we could come up with. The dots that showed approximately where vehicles had been targeted were on a quiet road which was not part of the major freeway system, a simple back road between towns. You could take the highway and get there faster, but you would miss two service stations, three cafes, and a small town, where fewer than one thousand people lived. The truck or delivery driver would be servicing those businesses. Hence, we assumed that it was a delivery driver or someone who travels that road each week or fortnight

An carly night was called for, I was snuggled up with Gunner, my fingers drawing circles on his chest

Careful, you might get more than you bargained for” Gunner grabbed my hand to still it

“Maybe I am hoping for more I giggled, pulling my hand from his and continuing my previous action

Before I could complete a full circle around his n****e, I was turned onto my back, and Gunner was on top of me, my hands being held above my head, as he smothered my neck and lips with kisses. I felt his shaft hard against my core. I groan as he rubs it against me, and I am glad I have no panties on, because they would be soaked by now.

“Do you want this, Babe?” He hoarsely groans out, between kisses, and pushes his hardness against my moistening core.

“Please” I whimpered out, my teasing backfiring, and now I am begging for more.

Gunner moved his shaft between my legs and rubbed his length against me. I lifted my hips to gain friction, trying to force him to slip inside of me, insert that big rod inside.

“Patience, my little beauty,” Gunner whispered, as he continued to coat his shaft with my wetness.

Gunner lowered his hand down, between my legs, and rubbed my nub, causing me to jump at the sudden pressure that sent me over the top with just his thumb and fingers.

Gosh, I was such a wanton woman, screaming out his name so soon.

Gunner suddenly entered me right after I screamed out his name.

He thrust fast and roughly. I couldn’t keep up with his/pace; it was too fast. I tried to do more than lie there and take what he was giving me; he didn’t seem to mind my inability to thrust up to meet him, as I wanted to do. Maybe every third thrust from Gunner, I was able to move up. Still, then he had two thrusts as I lifted my hips, it was all out of sync, and I gave up trying. Sweat formed on his face, his breathing shortened, my own breathing shortened, my build up for a second pleasure came as quickly as the first one, and it didat take long for me to be screaming out his name again. He roared out mine, following me shortly after, his thrusts slowed, before stopping, holding himself up over me, on his arms, his eyes closed as he came down from his own high.

When we both got our breath back, Gunner rolled off me and rolled me over so he could spoon in behind

1. me.

“Can you sleep now?” he asked, nibbling my ear and then kissing.

“I will try.” I signed out contentedly, and sleep found me, because the next thing I knew, Gunner’s phone alarm went off. I was still in exactly the same position, and I had fallen into a deep sleep.

“Time to get up, Babe, we have to hit the road.” Gunner moved out of bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. I climbed out of bed, my feet landed on the mat, and I scrunched my feet on the thick pile, feeling nervous, yet eager to start this trip

Gunner came out, and I took my turn, had a quick wash, brushed my teeth, bagged my toothbrush, and

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