I want her so badly, and I don’t have the patience for games right now. So I grab her, kissing her like my life depends on it, lips locking, tongues entwining, hands in hair, groans, and gasps escaping.
“Mark. Fuck me right here, right now.”
I’ve never known her so willing to let me fuck her out in the open like this. She’s wild tonight, and I will deny her nothing.
I lift her by her waist and lay me down along the length of his bike, her head just beneath the handlebars. “Mark, is this safe?” She looks from side to side, and I inwardly chuckle. “It’s not going to fall, is it?”
“No, baby, it’s parked correctly, tipped to the side a little, but I won’t let you fall. I will never let you fall.” I straddle the bike and take her legs in my hands and wrap them around my waist, placing her feet behind me on the seat. The skirt of her dress is around her waist, and her pussy is on full display for me. God, my mouth is watering. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
She smiles while sliding her hands above her head, curling her fingers around the cold, steel handlebars of my motorcycle.
“Ah! Oh, Mark!” She groans as my long fingers stroke her soaking wet pussy lips, feeling how soft and wet she is for me. Her fragrant juices slide through her pussy and down to her ass crack, soaking the leather of my bikes seat. I groan deep in my throat because, fuck, if that ain’t the hottest thing.
I lift her slightly by the waist, positioning her so that her ass rests on my thighs. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” I lean into her and kiss her neck, licking the thumping pulse hammering hard against my tongue. “I want to toy with you, to play with you, to eat your sweet cunt until you can’t even walk, but I need you too badly right now.
“Please, Mark. I want you inside of me. Just fuck me, please!” I’ll fuck her all right. “Fuck me hard, Mark.” Damn!
I hold onto her legs while sliding deep inside of her, her ass rising off my thighs slightly, legs shaking, eyes rolling at the feeling of me seated inside her tight body, and it’s taking all that I am not to come right now.
We fuck slowly, at first, I don’t want the bike to topple over, but I want to ram my cock into her so hard she screams my name. I wrap my arms around her back and force her to let go of the handlebars. She’s now sitting on my lap, arms around my neck, legs tight around my waist as I move her up and down the length of me with my hands on her ass. She takes me so fucking deep I’m scared I’m going to lose it any second, but I won’t until she comes for me.
A man always lets his lady come first, so BlackJack once told me.
“Fuck! You’re a greedy girl today, little bird.” She clutches my neck tighter, sucking on my skin, clawing at my back. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. That’s it, mark me, beautiful.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as she bites my shoulder to the point of painful. But fuck, it feels so damn good.
“Mark, I can’t take anymore. Oh, god... I love you so much! I’m coming, Mark! I’m coming so hard!”
I can feel it. Her cunt is squeezing the hell out of my dick to the point I can’t hold back my orgasm, and I’m coming deep inside of her beautiful body. I hold her to me as we both shake through our orgasm’s, but it’s the jolt and groan of the bike that has her squealing and me laughing.
“It’s not funny!” She slaps my shoulder and climbs off both me and the bike.
“Sorry, baby.” I’m still laughing as she pulls on her panties, and I can see the smirk on her face. She’s not angry. God, I love her. I grab her waist and pull her to me. She holds my biceps while I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“More than okay, handsome. You’ve made all my dreams come true, Mark. I am going to love you every day for the rest of your life because I love you so much.”
I smile and kiss her softly. “Ditto, little bird. I love you. Always will I love you.” Won’t be a fuckin’ day in my life that I don’t love her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Coral
Four Years Later
Stryker and I have been married for four years. I wouldn’t say we never argue, that would make us inhuman, but anything we do argue about is soon sorted out between us. We never leave the house after an argument without telling each other how much we love each other and always will.
I visit my parent’s once a year, Stryker doesn’t always come with me, however. He’s a southern boy and doesn’t much like California. My parent’s come to visit me once a year also, but I can’t always get time off work now that I work for a large accounting company, that’s why I can’t visit them as much as I’d like.
Cindy decided to come to visit me by herself a few months ago, having lost her job because her boss at the law firm she was a secretary for fired her because she wouldn’t sleep with him. Yeah, I was so angry I wanted to smash his teeth down his throat!
Cindy just laughed it off and told me not to worry about it, and she’d find something better soon. But then she met Hammer and fell in love with him instantly. I couldn’t be mad at her for it, hadn’t I done the same thing with Stryker? Plus, she’d done nothing but talk about him each time we spoke since my wedding. He hadn’t even noticed her back then, but he sure noticed her that day at the clubhouse.
He claimed her, moved in with her, asked her to marry him all in the space of a few weeks. My parents were naturally angry. They didn’t want this life for Cindy. However, Cindy didn’t care she was so in love with Hammer that nothing and no one could tear her away from him.
They were made for each other, and the four of us, Cindy and Hammer, Stryker and me, spent a lot of time together. Cindy and I spent days planning her wedding. Mom and Dad had said they wouldn’t come if she went through with it. Not only did they have a problem with Hammer being a biker with scars and a dangerous persona, but they also hated that he was eight years older the Cindy. Cindy didn’t care she merely told them, ‘Fine, don’t come, but I’m not going to sit here and cry over it, and I am not leaving him. I love him. If you can’t support me the way you did Coral, then I don’t want you here.’
Needless to say, my parent's soon came around. They said they’d be at her wedding and they’d smile for her. That didn’t mean they'd ever be happy about it. That's when they started in on me, blaming me, saying Cindy looked up to me and was trying to be like me. I think they forget Cindy was almost twenty-three years old and had a mind of her own. A sharp mind, no one ever told Cindy what to do. She’d never listen to anyone but herself.
She’d been spending a lot of time with Willow since she moved back here. Even while she was staying with Stryker and me before she moved in with Hammer, Willow was always around. They were inseparable, best friends to the end.
The end...
I touch my necklace and lower my head. This can’t be happening. It can’t… but it is. My parents were right all along. Everything they ever said about Cindy and me getting involved with bikers, all the time they tried to keep us away from this life, they were right. One of us was bound to end up dead.
I don’t know how many more tears I’m supposed to repress. How long am I supposed to be the strong one?
I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to be strong, to hold it all together for everyone around me because I’m not the only one who’s hurting, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breakdown back.
My parents want nothing to do with me right now because I refused to le
ave with them, refused to leave my husband. I don’t hate them for what they said they’re grieving, and they’ll come around soon enough, I’ll give them a little space to come to terms with what happened before I contact them, even though I need them now more than ever.
How was I supposed to leave my husband? I need him. He is the only thing that is keeping me going right now. However, I’m still trying to be brave even for him. He feels this as much as anyone else. He watched that screen along with me and many others. He saw what they did to her. He saw the light go out of her eyes.
Oh god!
What am I going to do now?
My poor, beautiful baby sister!
I see her in front of me whenever my eyes are open. I see her in my dreams when my eyes finally close. However, it’s not the fun loving little girl who used to follow me around that I see, the sweet little girl who held my baby girl and told me that one day, she’d come back to me. It’s not the little girl who would climb in my bed at night and cuddle with me while I cried over missing my daughter. The little girl who told me one day, everything would be okay again.
What I see is a young woman being held against a huge biker, her back to his chest. I see the tears of fear in her eyes as that man screamed how he was going to kill her. Because he wanted to make, Hammer pay. For what? I don’t know.
Stryker held me as I watched that man... Oh god, I watched him slit my sister’s throat live on camera! I have never seen anything like it in my life. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t move. My eyes were locked on my sister through the screen, her eyes, as if she knew he could see her, were locked on Hammers until the moment they closed for the last time.
I don’t remember much after that moment. I remember Hammer’s howls of pain as he screamed no! over and over again. I don’t remember much until the moment a couple of bikers – I can’t remember who – came rushing into the clubhouse yelling how the monsters who had killed Cindy had dropped her body off at the side of the road. That’s how little respect those monsters had for my baby sister’s body.