I’m a biker, sure, but I’m allowed to be self-conscious when every fucking person you come across does nothing but stare and whisper about the strange man, the big, tall man who rides a motorcycle and has probably beaten and killed many.
They know fuck all about men like me. Yeah, there are evil men out there, bikers who do bad shit because they think they own the world. However, we Snakes are nothing like that. But how are these people supposed to know that? They just see the clichéd biker and think the worst.
They have bikers here, part of our charter for one. Guess they don’t see them as much as we do back home. But then our town isn’t a huge one. Bardsville is small compared to this place.
The guy behind the front desk handed us our key, his eyes locked on me. Was he fuckin’ stupid? Did the prick not know what I could do to him? All I had to do was rip him across that damn desk, and he’d be horseshit!
But I can’t do that kind of thing here, all that would do is show these people I’m exactly what they think I am. A dirty biker who goes around beating the shit out of people.
“Is there any reason you’re looking at my boyfriend like that?” I blinked down at my little lady staring at the skinny kid behind the welcome desk. I couldn’t help the smirk on my face. It seems my girl has a feisty side when it comes to me.
“No, ma’am. I'm sorry.”
“So you damn well should be. You think I don’t know why you’re looking at him like that? You think I don’t know and haven’t noticed others looking at him like that?” She leaned forward, closer to him, not caring that everyone in the lobby could hear her. “This man beside me is one of the best there is. So he’s a biker, that doesn’t make him a bad man. For all, any of us know you could be a damn serial killer!”
I was in awe of her at that moment. She had a point.
“The way a person dresses, the way they speak, the length and color of their hair, their imperfections, their height, weight, the color of their skin, their profession, none of that makes a person who they are. It’s the things they do in this world that make a difference. However, ignorant people like you make it hard for others to see what’s on the inside rather than the outside. You’re a bigot, and you’re judgmental, and I feel sorry for you!”
I stood there with my mouth hanging open.
Fuck, she was so passionate. I grabbed her hand and pulled her away, a smirk on my face that made me looked at the kid. The guy’s mouth was hanging wide open in shock. He’d probably had abuse many times in his job, but I doubt many had spoken to him the way Coral did.
I tried to drag her towards the elevator, but she pulled away from me and walked back over to the front desk. I sighed and followed her. I could have forced her away, but there is no way on earth I would ever force any woman to do something she doesn’t want to do, not unless it was absolutely necessary.
Coral slammed her hands down on the desk, making the guy jump. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He suddenly looked ridiculous in that red and gray uniform it seemed too big for him, and his face had turned the same color.
“I think you owe my man an apology.”
He looked at me, wide-eyed and scared. The kid didn’t need to be afraid of me, I wasn’t going to do anything to him. He’d looked down on me, but that didn’t mean I wanted to get myself in shit by beating his scrawny ass. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I tipped my head to tell him it was okay.
“In future, you’d do well to remember you are no better than a beggar on the street. People have feelings. They have struggles you know nothing about, ones that people like you couldn’t even dream of. One day, someone will look down on you, and you’ll know how this feels. When that day comes, I hope someone tells you, I told you so.”
She pulled away from the desk, took my hand and walked towards the elevator. Cheers and clapping had her beet red and looking anywhere but at the people smiling at her. Maybe this place ain’t so bad after all.
I may not have been ready for all of this, meeting her parent’s and sister, but I’m happy to be here with her, even if her mother does have it in for me.
I can’t even deny that I understand why she’d be so against Coral and I being together. The woman went through hell when a biker attacked her daughter. However, we’re not all monsters, even if it is hard for her mother to understand that.
I told Coral not to blow up at her mother the way she did that kid. She fell into my arms laughing like crazy. She said she’d never talk to her mother that way. Then she told me she’d never done anything like that before, but she couldn’t stand by and let that guy look at me like I was filth on his shoe.
I love her so much. She sees everyone as equal, no matter if that’s the wealthiest person on earth or the poorest. She’ll be a wonderful mother someday.
You planning on havin’ a kid with her, Stryker?
You know what, I think I am. I want to make Coral my wife and the mother of my children. Ain’t no one in the world could take her place, not in my life, my heart. I will never lose her, but if I ever did, I’d go right along with her.
I’ve never met anyone’s parents before. I’ve never wanted to, and I don’t particularly want to now, but I have to do this for Coral. I plan on making her my wife, and in order to do that I need to show her parents, I’m not the monster they have me down as.
I know it’s not going to go well, I know that more than I know anything, but I’m going to try and show them that I’m the man Coral has told them about. I’ll show them what she means to me, and I’ll show them that it won’t matter what they say to me or how they treat me, Coral is my girl and nothing will ever change that.
So they either get used to it, or they don't, but it won't make a damn bit of difference to me.
Not long to go now before the big moment. I’m not nervous. I have nothing to be nervous about. I was at first, but I’m taking it all in my stride. That will probably change when I stand on her parent’s doorstep though.
However, right now, my girl is naked and straddling my waist as she rides me fast and hard. She’s never been this wild before, I don’t know what got into her, but I like it.
Okay, maybe it was the telling off she gave that kid and the hot way she was practically dry humming me in the elevator.
Can’t deny it turned me the fuck on to see her so in charge like that. She’s not a weak woman, my girl is damn strong, and it’s sexy as fuck.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan with my eyes closed, hands clutching her waist as I thrust upwards. I can't get enough of her. I don’t ever want to have enough of her.
Since that first time together, her first time as she tells me because I was the first man she’s ever been with, she’s been so free with me. There’s nothing she won’t let me do, nothing she won’t try, no way she’ll stop touching me when she wants me.
I fucking love that she wants me like this because God knows I want her just as badly.
She screams in pleasure. The sound is echoing off the walls. People in the next room can probably hear us, but I give zero fucks.
“Mark! Oh, god!” Her eyes roll as I twist one of her delicate pink, hard nipples between my fingers. I’ve never been so rough with her, but as I lift up and throw her down on the bed, demanding she get on all fours, I can’t stop myself.
I slam into her from behind, her hips in my hands – they’re going to bruise – I fuck her as I’ve never fucked her before. I fuck her the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her.
“Mark, Stryker, oh fuck, yes!” She screams. I wind her long blonde hair around my fist, pulling her head back as I pound the shit out of her tight little pussy.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Coral.” I grind out the words that seem to be clogging my throat. She’s too fucking perfect. She fits me like a fucking glove.
She’s mine!
The sound of our wet flesh banging together, the sound of our erratic breathing, gasps, moans, all echo around the room, and I get lost in the pleasure of Coral.
Her little hips slam back against me, her ass banging against my pubic bone and jiggling with the force of her efforts. God, she’s fucking hot.
I lean down and lick the length of her spine, tasting the sweat on her golden porcelain skin, making me groan and my dick throb. I lift and hold tight to her hips and go faster, harder, she’s begging me for more, and I don’t think I can hold on much longer, I’m too fucking close to the edge.
I lean over her, and slide my hand underneath us and pinch her clit between my fingers. She screams out, causing me to growl like a damn animal. “I'm gonna come, Mark! Oh fuck, yes! Please, I need to come!”
“Come for me, baby.” She does, so hard her pussy’s sucking the shit out of my dick. So much so that I come right there with her, not able to hold on till she’d finished. Her pussy sucks my cock and balls dry, and I can’t even fucking see straight!
I pull out of her, and we both fall onto the bed, heaving chests, and heavy eyes. I turn on my side and slide my arm around her middle as she lays still on her back. Her eyes slide shut, and I kiss her cheek. Her hand reaches up and strokes my face softly, drawing a smile from my lips.
This girl amazes me in ways I didn’t think anybody could. She’s my soulmate. Don’t care how corny that sounds it’s the fucking truth. She was right; I see that now.
“I love you, Mark, so much. So, so very much.”
“I love you, too, little bird.” I kiss her softly, and then hold her in my arms as we fall asleep.
Sleep never felt so good until now.
“I’m so nervous, Mark,” Crazy how much I love when she says my name. Like it means something. Anyone else calls me Mark, and I’ll cut their damn tongues out of their heads.
We woke up this morning, fucked... Twice. Showered, ate breakfast, got dressed – and in that order – jumped into the rental car I hired and drove over to her parents’ place.
I thought I’d be respectful and leave my cut in the hotel room. I don’t want to rub their noses in the fact I am a biker. Not that they won’t be able to tell, but I thought I’d try and dress appropriately today. I’m wearing black pants, a black button-down shirt, uncomfortable as shit shoes. I’m covered in tattoos that mostly are covered up because I don’t want to seem disrespectful to the Harmon’s. It’s not like my ink ain’t full of demons and horror. Don’t mean I’m dirty. Not the way her parent’s see bikers, anyway.
Coral is dressed in tight jeans and a white blouse that’s tight at the waist, showing off her perfect curves. Her beautiful blonde hair has been straightened and is now in a ponytail in the middle of her head.
She looks beautiful. God, I wish there was a better word to describe this woman, but none seem to do her justice.
“I know you are, baby, but it’ll be okay. Just remember that I’m here for you. No matter what they say, I will always be here for you.”
She smiles so genuinely that it makes my heart sore. “I love you.” She leans over and kisses me.
“I love you, too. However, I think we should go in; we have an audience.”
“Great.” She groans before turning away from me and looking out of her window. “My mother.” I don’t want to tell her this but that was very obvious, the woman looks just like Coral, or should that be the other way round?
We climb out the car, and I’m around her side and taking her hand before her mother has time to blink. Not that I’m not usually a gentleman where Coral is concerned, but it doesn’t hurt to show her mother that I have manners. We walk up the steps to the front door, her mother’s eyes narrowing angrily. Jesus, this should be fun.
“It’s good to see you, Mom.” Coral hugs her mother tightly. Her mother hugs her back, but it seems forced. Her eyes haven’t left me yet. “Mom, this is Stryker.” There’s a smile on my girl’s face as she takes my hand. She’s so proud to be mine. Makes me feel good to know she’s not ashamed of me.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Harmon.”
“I’m sure it is.” There’s a snarl to her words, but I don’t let it get to me. She’s entitled to her opinion. She doesn’t like bikers, I understand why. She’s never going to be my biggest fan. Nothing I can do about that.
We follow the older woman inside the fancy looking house, with the large windows and the lightly painted walls, where her husband is waiting. He’s a tall man, not very built, brown-eyed, dark-haired, although it’s very obviously graying. He’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest, staring us down.
Good look with the intimidation tactics, buddy. They won’t work on me.
Coral releases my hand and runs straight to her father, arms around his neck. However, he doesn’t hold her back he keeps his arms to his sides. “I missed you, Daddy.”
“I doubt that very much with what you’ve been up to.” I hear my girl sigh as she lets go of her father. Fucker, he shouldn’t be making her feel like she's done something wrong!
I don’t get to say anything, I’m not even introduced to him, because there’s a little blonde thing rushing down the stairs screaming Coral’s name.
“Cindy!” I watch the girl’s embrace like they haven’t seen each other in years, and it’s so easy to tell that Cindy is Coral’s younger sister, they look so much alike.
Cindy is a little shorter and not as curvy as Coral, but she’s beautiful just the same. She’s wearing a graduation gown, but I can see the hem of a light blue dress that sits on her knees through the gap at the front when she hugs her sister.
I chuckle as they speak a mile a minute about what they’ve been up to in the time they’ve been apart. I know their parent’s are watching me, I can feel their eyes burning holes into my head. I’m not going to prove these fuckers right by getting into it with them. I'm here for Coral. I don’t care if they never like me, I’m going to keep my cool for the woman I love.
“Is this your man?”
“Yes, this is Stryker.” Both girls stand with their arms around each other, heads together as they look at me.
I smile at them both. Coral is the more beautiful of the two, but Cindy is a beauty all on her own.
“Damn, sissy, he’s hot! You did well. I’m impressed.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. This one has no filter. She’s not at all shy. Her years in California has altered her accent. It’s a little different from Coral’s, who doesn’t seem to have lost her southern twang.
“Cindy!”
“Mother!” She mocks.
“Must you say such things?”
“Yes, I must. I'm eighteen, and I can appreciate a hot guy when I see one.” God, she's cheeky.
“He’s a filthy biker! Your sister is bedding down with a filthy biker!”
“Yes, he is a biker, and I bet he’s really filthy.” She winks at me, and I can tell already that this one is trouble.
“That’s enough, young lady!” Cindy rolls her eyes at her father. “It’s time we got you to graduation.”
The girls file out, but Coral’s father grabs my arm, stopping me from going any further. “You are not what I wanted for Coral. She deserves better than the life of a biker’s old lady.”
“You’re right. However, it’s the life she wants.” I’m not scared of this man. He’s as tall as I am, and I can tell just by looking at him that he could once take care of himself, probably still can. However, he won’t scare me off with anything he has to say. “Coral is an amazin’ woman. You did a fantastic job raising her, believe me, it shows in everything she does.”
He looks at me with a stunned expression on his face, but this isn’t me bullshitting him, I’m being damn straight with him. Kids are a product of their parents. They mold them from babies to be the people they end up being. Sure, shit happens that changes a person, but it’s the parents who raise a good kid to be a better adult, and her parents certainly did that with Coral.
“She didn’t come back to Tennessee looking for a relationship. Hell, I wasn’t looking for one either. Shepard swore my brothers and me to
protect Coral, never to touch her or he’d kill us, and that’s all it ever should have been, me protecting her. But who in the hell wouldn’t fall in love with her when she’s damn near perfect in every way?
“I was nothing and nobody until I met her. She’s changed everything about me in the short months I’ve known her. I would kill anyone who hurt her. I’d even die for her in the worst way imaginable if it meant I was protecting her.
“You have every right to be scared after what happened to her as a child,” His face remains impassive, Shepard must have told him how Coral confided in me her most painful memory. “Any parent would be, and I totally understand everything you did after the child was born, why you couldn’t let her keep the baby, and so does she. But I promise you that she is safe with me. Ain’t nothin’ ever gonna happen to her while I'm breathing.”
“And what happens if you get yourself killed? Because it’s not like it won’t happen doing what you do. What happens to Coral then?”
“Than I know you'll be there to take care of her and show her the way to move forward. She thinks the world of you and her mother. After everythin’, she still worships you both. However, she’s a grown woman now, and she has the right to choose her own path. If you both force this, you will lose her, and I don’t want that for any of you. A girl needs her parent’s in her life. I don’t have any parent’s. Mine never gave a damn about me. However, I know you care about Coral. She talks so fondly of you both. She needs you, Mr. Harmon.”
“You’re just as Shepard described you.”
I blink at him.
I figured they’d spoken about me. God, he just couldn’t wait for Coral to call her damn parents and tell them about us herself.
“It’s not you that we don’t like, Stryker, it’s your lifestyle. But it’s your choice how you live your life, just as it is my daughter’s. She loves you that much is obvious, and I know she’ll be with you no matter what I say.”
“She just wants to know that you won’t abandon her.”
He shakes his head while scratching his short beard. “Will never happen. I just want my daughter to be happy. After everything she’s gone through in her short life, seeing her smiling the way she was when she looked at you... Just take care of her, she is everything to me.”
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