Page 11 of Jana's Fierce Biker

She nodded and walked to him. He wrapped the towel around her middle and lifted her. He set her on the counter and grabbed another towel to work on her hair.

He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he used some common sense. When he thought he’d done what he could with the towel, he bent and pulled out drawers, looking for the blow-dryer.

“It’s in the cupboard,” she murmured.

He pulled it out and plugged it in. She held up her hand before he turned the dryer on.

“I need the spray-in conditioner and get a comb through my hair before I can dry it. If I don’t, I’ll have knots in my hair.”

He nodded. “This is good to know.”

He followed her instructions and could tell it was helping to get her mind off her cat. When her hair was dry, he pulled the nightgown over her head. He tugged on the towel and lifted her to her feet.

“Now, the panties, Baby.”

She laid her hand on his shoulder to balance herself while he crouched before her. He tried his best to keep from inhaling her scent, but her cunt smelled like cotton candy, and he wanted a taste so badly.

He cleared his throat as he stood. “How about your teeth?”

He watched as she took care of her teeth. When she was finished, he brought her into the bedroom and pulled down the covers. “Hop in.”

Jana slid in and let him tuck the blanket up to her chin. “Thank you for your help.”

“You sound like I’m leaving, and I’m not. I’ll be here all night. You won’t be left alone.”

He saw her relax and then nod. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” She rolled to her side and closed her eyes. He didn’t think she was sleeping, but her body and emotions had taken some hits, so she might just pass out.

He crept out of the bedroom and shut the door until it was mostly closed. He wanted to be able to hear her if she called out for him.

He walked into the living room to see the guys sprawled out on the furniture. It definitely wasn’t big enough for them, but they made do. His eyes widened when he got to the kitchen. He’d been ready to clean the blood off everything, but the kitchen was spotless.

“Thanks, guys.”

“No problem. How’s she doing?” Chains asked.

“She’s holding it together,” Gunner said.

“Fuck. I heard the cat looked like it was mangled,” Mad Dog said. “Who the fuck does that kind of shit?”

“Some fucked-up people,” Chains said.

“You all don’t need to stay here,” Gunner said.

“We waited to talk to you before a few of us left. Chains is going to stay here.”

Gunner nodded. “Sounds good. Tell Striker and Feral what’s going on.”

Snake nodded. “You got it.”

Gunner waited until the two left before locking the door. He checked the other doors and windows. He guessed which room the fucker broke into, seeing all the black powder the cops used to get fingerprints and the screen that was flapping in the wind. God, he’d like to have the bastard in front of him. He’d have a great time making him pay for what he did.

Gunner checked into a closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow. “Here you go. The sofa won’t be the most comfortable, but we’ve slept on much worse.”

Chains snorted. “You’re fucking right about that.”

“I’ll be in with her.”

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