Page 12 of Jana's Fierce Biker

Chains nodded. “I figured. Call out if you need me.”

“You got it.” Gunner got to the door in the hall when Chains stopped him.

“Later, you’ll have to tell me about her. I had no idea you had a woman.”

“Sure. I’ll tell you later. Don’t say anything in front of her, though, because she doesn’t know it yet.”

Chains laughed.

Gunner smiled as he closed the door to the bedroom. He pulled off his vest, boots, and t-shirt but kept his jeans on before lying beside her on top of the blanket.

He took a few minutes just to stare at her. Her breathing was deep and steady. He just hoped she’d make it through the night without breaking down. It would help tomorrow if she were rested.

Chapter Seven

“No!” Jana cried out in her sleep, instantly waking up. She sat up in bed as she tried to calm her heart down.

Her pulse jumped when a hot hand pressed against her back. She looked over her shoulder. It took a moment to realize that Gunner was lying in her bed.

“Easy, Baby.”

A shiver ran down her spine when his hand moved up and down her back. She knew he was trying to soothe her, but instead, it was making her hot and needy.

“What are you doing in my bed, Gunner?”

He propped himself up and balanced his head on his hand. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

Jana didn’t know what to say. She never would have suspected this man would be sensitive or think about her welfare.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for taking up your time,” she said.

Gunner rolled out of bed, and she thought he was going to leave. Instead, he walked into the bathroom, and she heard the water in the sink turn on and off. He surprised her even more when he returned with a glass of water and handed it to her.

“Drink.”

The cool water felt wonderful in her throat. When she finished, she handed him the empty glass. “Thank you.”

Gunner set the glass on the nightstand and sat beside and faced her on the mattress. That was when she noticed the washcloth in his hands.

She felt tears sting her eyes when he cupped her chin and gently wiped the sweat off her face. When he finished, he tossed the washcloth into the bathroom sink before lying beside her.

He held out his hand. “Come here.”

She hesitated briefly before she slid over next to him and let him pull her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his naked chest. She had been trying to ignore him being half naked, but laying there with her nose pressed against his chest made it impossible.

His skin was tan, like he spent much time outdoors without a shirt on. There was no hair, just tattoos that covered his body. She had to admit they were beautiful. The eagle on his chest was a work of art. It was so colorful and detailed. He also had other ones. She saw the name of his club on his left pectoral and other ones she didn’t understand. She was almost tempted to trace them with her finger.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep?” he asked.

She thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “I want to try.”

He pulled her tighter against his side. “Close your eyes.”

She tilted her head up to see his face. “You’re kind of bossy, aren’t you?”

He snorted without opening his eyes. “Get used to it.”

Her mouth dropped open. What the hell did he mean? She rolled her eyes when he cupped the back of her head and smashed her head against him.

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