“Yes. I'm sorry, Mark, I didn't mean...”
“No,” He cuts me off with a shake of his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. He hurt you that way, didn’t he? The position I just had you in?”
I can do nothing but nod my head because I’m scared my voice will fail me if I try to speak.
His thumbs stroke under my eyes, wiping away the tears I tried not to let out. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Coral. No one can hurt you now. I swear to God above, I will kill anyone who even thinks about it. I love you, baby. I love you so much. We never have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I promise.”
I nod. I know he means every word he just said, I know it because I felt it deep in my heart. “I love you, Mark. I know you won’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to freak out. Some things are just taking a little getting used to, but I will because I know you’ll guide me. You’ll show me that I have nothing to fear.”
“Damn right I will.” I smile as he kisses me softly before pulling me into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his back. He is perfect in every way. I never have to fear anything with this man; he just proved that one hundred percent.
I kiss his chest, lips, and tongue. He hasn’t come yet, and I won’t leave him hanging. I had a little meltdown but I’m over it now thanks to this beautiful man.
“Coral...” He groans my name, and I smile against his chest. His big hand strokes the back of my head. “You don’t have to do this I’m happy just holding you.”
“I know you are.” However, I want to please him, so I grab the back of his head, pulling it down, so our mouths meet. As we kiss, I feel him growing hard again against my stomach.
I groan into his mouth, grinding myself against him. He grabs my ass in his hands and hoists me up, my legs around his waist. Pushing my hand between us, I grab his cock and shove it right inside of me.
We both call out to the heavens.
We both need this.
I need him to take away that horrible memory I stupidly let fill my head.
“Look at me, baby, don’t look anywhere but at me.”
I’m overwhelmed with how much love I see in his eyes.
I’m overwhelmed with just what he would do to keep me in the here and now, so no more vile memories fill my mind.
“I. Love. You.” He punctuates every word, and I feel it so deep within me. I am so warm with it. It's all around me and inside of me.
“I love you, too.” I clasp his neck and ride him hard; our eyes locked the whole time. I want to keep them open, but I’m finding it hard not to close my eyes.
Something beautiful passes between us. Something perfect. Something irreplaceable.
“I can feel you throbbing inside of me.”
“Coral...” He crosses his arms over my shoulders from the back, holding tightly, and pounds into me so hard I can’t slow nor stop the orgasm that takes over me and has me stiffening, back arching, eyes rolls, and I can feel him flooding my body.
I’m shaking so hard I can hardly breathe!
When I eventually do take a much-needed breath, I look at my man and smile. He’s watching me, his chest heaving with exhaustion, which I can understand with the way he’s holding me up like this.
He smiles, lifts me slightly so his cock can slip out of me, then sets me on my feet in front of him. The muscles in my legs are shaking. His hands encase my face, and he leans into me and kisses me softly. “You’re out of this world, do you know that?”
“You’re crazy,” I laugh. “But I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby. Now, come shower with me, we’re covered in sweat, and I know what a clean freak you are.”
I can’t help laughing.
I’m not a clean freak I just don’t like getting into bed covered in sweat and the smell of sex. If we make love in bed at night, then I’m fine falling asleep in his arms after. However, after what we’ve just done? I need a shower.
I like to shower before bed every night, what’s wrong with that? Sex or no sex.
Chapter Nineteen
Stryker
You lunatic,” Roman slaps my back, laughing his ass off again. “I can’t believe you of all people have fallen for this cr...”
“Shut the hell up, Roman!” Red bellows. Red’s one of our older brother’s, in his late thirties, married to Tammy, ten years his junior, mother of his two small children. She’s a beautiful girl inside and out. “It happens to us all in the end, don’t matter who the hell you are. Ain’t no man immune to love. When it hits, you’ll know.”
“Ain’t never gonna happen to me. Too much pussy out there for me to feast upon,”
I roll my eyes and knock back my whiskey. Roman will never change, don’t think he’s ever had a girlfriend in his life. I know he’s never had a steady relationship. The fucker will die alone, never knowing the love of a good woman.
That isn’t me. I used to think it would be me, never thought I’d have a family of my own until that beautiful woman walked into my life and changed everything I ever knew. No one in this world could make me feel like what I’m doing is wrong. Marrying Coral is the best thing I’ve ever done or will be when it happens.
I thought telling my brothers they’d be happy for me, and most are, but the odd few have been on my back for weeks, telling me this is stupid, the worst decision of my life. Where the fuck do they get off?
“You know, your name should have been water.” We all look at Hammer, big bastard of a man, Tank’s older brother by blood. He’s at the head of our table, a smirk on his face as he looks at Roman, who’s eyes are narrowed in confusion.
There’s a shit load of us in this bar tonight, all here for my last drink as a free man. I’m getting married in the morning!
Jett, Tank, Roman, Ace, BlackJack, Shepard, Ice, Cueball, Hammer, Red, Rader, Gunner, and a few more all sit around this large table that the owner of the club put out for us. Terry, the guy who owns the bar, knows what to expect from us. We’re loud, proud, and cause a scene wherever we go.
He also knows we don’t start shit with anyone if we can help it. We’re not animals, we like a good time as well as the next man, but we know how to keep it down too.
“Why water?” Ace asks. Ace is Roman’s cousin by blood on their fathers’ side, so they share a surname. Walker. Roman is also Taylor’s nephew, his mother being her older sister. Not that she’s much older than him, six years, I think, but by extension, it makes Roman my family too.
“Because he quenches a woman’s thirst for a while then walks away, leaving her parched and desperate for more. Because just like water, he’s a slippery bastard who doesn’t hang around for more than a few minutes.” The whole table erupts in laughter. What Hammer just said is right, and water would have been a good name for Roman.
“Oh my god!” Jett yells while falling against Tank, him laughing his head off too. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth!”
Hammer rolls his eyes, but I see the smile he’s trying to hide behind his beer glass. Hammer is a lot like me, doesn’t say much unless he has to, but trust me, you cross that man and the God’s above can't help you. He’s very dangerous when pushed.
Hell, every man around this table is dangerous when pushed, but out of every brother in the MC, it’s Hammer and Roman that are the most dangerous. Wouldn’t surprise me if they both had a couple of screws loose. I’ve seen them do some damage in my time.
Roman didn’t get his name from just anywhere, and yes, that does mean the whole crucifying men the way the Roman’s did Jesus Christ himself. The man is crazy and then some.
Hammer got his name through, according to BlackJack, using the claw end of a hammer on a guy who went for his father, Titus. Hammer literally hacked the face off the guy!
Titus was killed along with his old lady, Hammer and Tank’s mother, a few years ago. I hadn’t known them long before they were taken from us. I hadn’t yet been patched in, but I do know how Titus treated me like a nephew
. He was BlackJack and Shepard’s best friend. The three of them had known each other since childhood, and as Jack had taken me under his wing, it meant Titus and Shepard took me under theirs.
They were a massive part of this club, Titus, and Hillary. They were much loved and still missed to this day. It took this club many years to get through their loss. There's still a hole no one will ever be able to fill, and as I look at Tank and Hammer, I see a lot of Titus in them. They’re both strong like him. Tank’s more like him, however. Opinionated, hot-tempered, smart-mouthed. Hammer takes after his mother for his laid-back attitude.
“Why ain’t we at the strip club?” Ice clasps my shoulder. I fuckin’ hate being touched! “It’s Stryker's last night of freedom!”