Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Cora POV

That man was frustrating, infuriating, drool–worthy, adorable, annoying, trying, did I mention frustrating, man, I have had the pleasure of being in bed with.

What a tease.

He pushed every button.

He had the nerve to call me a tease, yet he had been teasing me since we made it to the bedroom, no, that’s not right, before we made it to the bedroom.

He tried my patience beyond my limit.

I didn’t think he would ever get to inserting his shaft into me.

His fingers can only go so far, sure, those talented fingers can bring me to a level of pleasure that blows

my mind, but it never completely satisfies me, and it leaves me wanting more.

Does that put me on the same level as the club girls, who look so needy?

I needed to feel filled, find that level of completeness that only his shaft can give me, and Gunner does

have a very large shaft that fills me, leaving no room to spare. I can honestly say he was packing a heavy

load and has nothing to be ashamed of, more like he can boast about his size if he were that kind of man, bet that even in the men’s change rooms or bathroom others look and his package and pale in comparison. He was the largest man I have ever been with, not that I have had that many to judge, but not only his shaft, but hands, feet, height, arms, chest, every part of this man was large, including his heart, that’s a huge soft marshmallow, that can melt at times, and be hard as stone at other times, like when he stands at the door and watches the visitors get rowdy.

But right now, he was a softly, kind, considerate, frustratingly annoying side, that knows exactly what he was doing, and that’s what I have right now, with that knowing look, that sparkles in his eyes.

As much as he teased me and made me wait, it was worth it, all of it, because when he stopped teasing and got on with the task, it was like, wow.

The afterglow lingered, between my legs, pulsed, left this feeling that you want to rub your legs together to keep that high there, but your tender nerve endings shudder if you try, telling you that you can’t go again, that you’ve reached your peak, and need to rest.

Sleep, blissful sleep.

Three hours later, I woke up to a heaving weight landing on my stomach. Gunner had rolled over, and his arm landed on my lower torso. I pushed his arm off me and crawled out of bed because I now had the

urge to use the bathroom.

When I returned, Gunner was sitting up, watching the bathroom door for me to come out.

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“Want to get up and move to your new home, now?” Gunner asked with a yawn.

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“Sure, and It’s our home, not just mine, that is, until I get tired of your body, you keep teasing me like last

night, and I might have to send you packing.” I joked, but it made the desired reaction as Gunner lifted his hand to his chest and put on an award–winning contrite look.

“You wound me.” He even sounded hurt

“Then don’t tease me.” I couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, giggling as he left the bed, chased me around the room, caught me and threw me, lifted me off the floor, and carried me to the bed, falling with me, kissing me breathless.

We carried our boxes and bags to the truck, three trips. I opened every cabinet and drawer, ensuring we had left nothing behind, and even went out onto the balcony to pick up my flowering potted plant, which I had on the table. The room was empty, except for the smell of Gunner’s cologne and my deodorant.

Scones cried as we walked to the truck; it was not like we were going far. Scones had enjoyed my impromptu baking with her and felt that we were leaving, so that wouldn’t happen again. We waved as we left, a new chapter in my life about to start, a more permanent one, this time. I felt this was the right thing to do. The gate opened as I pressed the fob, and our drive to our new home was quick. It looked better than the first time we visited, maybe because this time it was mine, ours, and not something I had come to check out, while still trying to make up my mind what I want to do now.

I have a new dad, I am about to meet, the old one, who’s my uncle, won’t let me stay away for long. I bet my uncle was already planning on how to get back at me over his beloved Paul’s death, even though I had nothing to do with it. My uncle needed to take his loss out on someone, and that someone was usually me. I pushed my uncle out of my head and watched the staff come out to meet us.

They introduced themselves and explained who does what, who lives on the property, and the basic information they thought I would need. Other than meeting them, the rest I had already read the files on every one of them, and had drawn up workplace agreements; if they didn’t want to sign them, that was fine by me, they can find other employment. I didn’t know them well enough to feel bad if they wanted to move

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“I have a list: I will post it on the notice board in the kitchen. In half an hour, I will start to meet you one–on–one, where I have some workplace agreements to be signed.” The staff left, and I moved to the kitchen and posted the list of staff, fifteen minutes apart, to come in, read the agreement, and either sign it or take it home and return it tomorrow. Everyone gets one week to make up their minds; hopefully, we get through them all before Dad arrives, bringing some security men with him.

Gunner started taking our things upstairs, and two men began helping him without being asked. That was a tick in my book; one shouldn’t have to instruct you all the time with what was obviously in need of doing. You should see a problem and help out, not wait to be told. Now I am rambling. Each staff member would be watched, assessed, and either continue or got rid of, just because they have worked here for years, doesn’t give them an automatic job, if I don’t get along with them, they are out the door, I don’t need negative people in my home, I want an upbeat, happy home, something I have always dreamed to have.

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The first person arrived in the office, took their time reading the agreement, signed both copies, and left with their copy. Out of fifteen staff members, only three took the agreement home to read. Mr Cummins had his lawyer draw up the agreements, close to what they had always had, so there shouldn’t have been

any surprises. Just the wages were slightly different; some got more, others got the same, all as suggested by Mr Cummins. The three who had taken the agreements home were on the same wages;

maybe that’s why they took them home, I wasn’t going to give them a cent more; that’s what Mr Cummins

said. Later, once I had gotten to know the staff better, I could consider other arrangements. They were on

a three–month trial, and if at any time during those three months, they or I are not happy, they can find

another job.

The sound of the helicopter arriving made my stomach feel like it had suddenly gone concrete, and my

mouth went dry. Talk about being on trial, this moment I have been looking forward to, as much as

dreading.

“This will be my father arriving, and his security team. He will be staying here from time to time,” I announced to the staff who had come out to see what was going on, with confused looks on their faces.

Gasps of surprise from the surprised staff were the first hint that they recognised who he was. His face

was known worldwide.

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