Cora POV
Leaving that place was a two-edged sword.
One part was happy to be with Gunner again, the traitor side of my mind and, of course, my body. He was good in bed, and has a very large, yeah, that part, and knows how to make a lady feel good.
The other was like I was giving in, defeated, beaten out of a home I was trying to create. It was like my life was fighting against me all the time, and I was losing. The emotional journey was harder than I thought it would be.
The clubhouse gates loomed ahead, and my heart raced at the sight, a new kind of safety, physically anyway. Snail was manning the gate. He saluted me as we went by, a smile on his face. We stopped at the entrance of the clubhouse, and I had only just climbed off, when I was engulfed in strong arms and the smell of fresh
