Page 22 of Jana's Fierce Biker

She hummed, snuggled tighter against him, and sighed.

He grinned, closed his eyes, and was out a moment later.

When he woke, he saw the sunrise through the part in the curtains. He couldn’t remember feeling this rested before. He had thought with the cramped mattress that he’d be uncomfortable. But it was the opposite. He felt something close to contentment.

Sharp started to move and then stretch. “Fuck, my back is going to ache for a week.”

Gunner grinned. They weren’t as limber as they used to be.

Sharp stood and stretched. “I’m going to get us some coffee and maybe some donuts if they have any.”

Gunner slid off the bed and rubbed Jana’s shoulder as she began to wake up.

She rolled to face him. “How did you guys sleep?”

Sharp snorted. “Better than some other nights.”

Jana smiled.

“He’s going to get coffee and donuts for us,” Gunner said.

“They have good coffee down the hall, and the sweet rolls in the cafeteria are great,” Jana said. She started to move toward the side of the bed.

Sharp walked out. “I’ll be right back.”

“What are you doing?” Gunner asked.

“I have to use the restroom.”

Gunner grinned and helped her to stand. He waited to release her when he was sure she had her balance. “I need to make a call. I’ll do it in the hallway.”

Jana nodded over her shoulder.

“By the way, you realize that gown has no back, right?” he asked.

Jana gasped, grabbed the fabric’s back, and closed the gap. She scowled. “You know, you don’t have to sound so cheerful.”

Gunner laughed. “I’ll be right outside.”

She nodded and closed the bathroom door.

Gunner dialed Striker.

“What’s up?” Striker answered.

“I want to bring Jana back to the compound. She can’t go home, and it will take her a while to recover from what the bastard did to her.”

“I’ll come there and meet her before I say yes,” Striker said.

“That’s fine. We’ll be here for another few hours.”

“See you soon.”

Gunner shoved his phone into his pocket and opened the door to the room. He stopped when he heard her talking on the phone.

“Mick, I swear I’m fine. I just need a place to crash until I can find an apartment.”

“Who the fuck is Mick?” Gunner growled.

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