Whenever I’m not at the clubhouse or work, I’m with Coral. Don’t wanna be anywhere else but with her. We haven’t slept together, or even done anything sexual yet, but she sleeps over at mine when Denise is at home. When Denise is not home, and she’s over at Ice’s, I stay over with Coral at their place. I hold her every fuckin’ night in my arms, and I sleep so well. Ain’t slept like that in... Well, ever.
There is no doubt in my mind that Coral is my best friend. She understands me like no one ever has. She tells me the same thing. Tells me that we're soul mates. Never thought about shit like that before, but it's nice to think about.
Call me what you will, but I’ve been thinking a lot more about the future. All I see is Coral by my side, as my wife, the mother of my children. I want that, and I’m going to make it happen, no matter what I have to do. Shepard will understand eventually. I’ll make sure of it.
I’m not a man of material things, I’ve never had much of anything. Never needed many things. Things are only things. Things can be replaced. Hell, anything can be replaced.
But I’ve become a selfish man, a man who wants to own the woman who fast stole his heart. I want Coral for the rest of my life.
Who said it was okay to bring her into my life and make me fall for her?
Who said it was okay for her to show me that I’m not the nothing my old man told me I was?
But she has shown me that I’m something. She has made me fall in love with her, and it feels fuckin’ amazing. I don’t care about the biker image I’m supposed to show at all times. The hard man, the strong man, don’t give a fuck about the guy everyone sees every day. Because I’ve never given a fuck about much, but I give a fuck about Coral and her happiness. I don’t know if I can be the man who brings her happiness every day for the rest of her life, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Since joining the Snakes, I fail at nothing. I do a job, I win. I’m a fighter, a survivor, and I’ll fight for Coral until my last breath. I won’t give her up for anything.
Will I walk away from the Snakes if Shepard tells me I have to choose?
You bet I will.
Never thought I’d ever say something like that, not even to myself, but there are just some things in life that are more important than the MC. Yeah, those guys are my brothers, BlackJack, my surrogate father, but Coral is my future. She’s going to be my family. I need her like I need my next breath to live.
Just being around her makes me smile. I feel like a fuckin’ woman half the time. Especially when I see that smile on her face the second she sees me. My stomach muscles tighten, my face aches from smiling at her, and when she’s in my arms? Fuck, there ain’t no better feeling in this world.
Her little body molds against mine like she was made just for me, ain’t no denying that fact. Hell, she was made for me, and no one will ever convince me otherwise.
When I’m not with her, I want to be. I can’t think of anyone but Coral, and I know she feels exactly the same way. She doesn’t have to tell me for me to know it. I fuckin’ feel it deep inside of me.
Like tonight, I was at the clubhouse drinking with some of the brothers. We drank, played pool, talked bullshit, and all the while there was a soft voice in my head telling me it was okay to have fun. I don’t do fun. Shit, I don’t speak half the time, but I did have fun right up until I heard her voice in my head telling me to call her. The weird thing is I could seriously hear her voice in my head telling me she needed to hear my voice. So I stepped outside and did just that. “This is so weird,” She’d said.
“Why, baby?” I asked.
“Because I was just lying on my bed thinking about you. I felt sad for some reason,” Gutted me to hear her say that to me. “I’m not sad. I have nothing to be sad about, but I started missing you. I was just about to call you so I could hear your voice, and here you are calling me. How did you do that?” There was amusement in her voice, a little giggle, and all was well in my world because she was just fine.
“Sounds stupid, but I heard you in my head saying my name, telling me you needed me. Want me to come over?”
“Dumb question, handsome. Of course, I want you to come over.”
I’m there not fifteen minutes later, lying in her bed with my arms wrapped tightly around her, hers around my waist, head on my shoulder, and if I died right now, I’d be a happy man.
I’ve never had this. All my life I’ve kept people at arm’s length as much as I could. My childhood... Let’s just say no kid should have to grow up the way I did. Never knowing what love is, never feeling safe or wanted.
Mom was a flake. Couldn’t handle a kid she never wanted. Stunned me when I first saw Taylor holding Dominic and making him laugh because he thought he was such a big boy that he didn’t need hugs and kisses from his mother anymore, but I know he secretly loved it.
She’d tell her son’s hundreds of times every day how much she loved them. Wasn’t shy in telling her husband either. I had no honest clue that mothers were anything like Taylor. How could I when I had no example of it?
If I so much as tugged on my mother’s sleeve, she’d beat the crap out of me. She got it from my old man so she’d pass the beatings on to me. All I knew by the time I was four was how to stay silent. Not talking or whining when I was hungry meant I didn’t get a beaten. Ignoring her and my old man screaming at each other and hiding in my bedroom meant I was safe for a little while.
Can’t say I was sad when she split. In fact, I was fucking glad. Bitch never cared about me, never called, sent a letter, nothing. I don’t even know if she’s still alive. Don’t even care.
Daddy dearest, on the other hand. That motherfucker used me as his personal punchbag from the day that bitch walked out until the day I did something about it. That bastard did some ungodly things to me as a small child. I’m not talking about sexual abuse and all that shit. Trust me there can be worse things.
I was terrified of him for a while there. Until I was nine anyway. You soon learn that crying and begging get you nowhere. ‘Ain’t no one out there gonna save you, boy!’ He screamed one night while pinning me down on the couch by my throat.
I can't even remember what I’d done wrong that day. Probably looked at him wrong, or some pathetic shit like that, but he beat the living hell out of me that day. ‘You’ve been a fuckin’ let down since the day you were born! You’re nothin’. You will always be nothin’!’
Broke my wrist and collarbone that day. Did worse in the years that followed.
However, I’m a survivor, I got the fuck out of there before that prick killed me, or I killed him. Fuck me. I was so close. I turned on that bastard and made sure he never forgot my name.
“I love when you hold me like this.” I smile and kiss Coral’s head. Like every other time we’ve been in bed together, she’s wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a tank. I’m in my boxers and t-shirt. Can’t let her see what lies beneath just yet.
But I won’t lie, it’s hard – my cock, literally – being this close to her and not touching her the way I want to. Not that I would ever push her into anything she’s not ready for. I respect the fuck out of her. Always will.
When she’s ready, she’ll let me know. Until then, I’ll happily wait. Because just being with her is enough for me.
“Mark, there’s something I want.”
“What do you want, baby?” My eyes are closed. I’m tired as fuck. Don’t slee
p well without her. When I’m with her, I sleep like a baby. But right now, whatever she wants I’ll give her.
“I want you to touch me.”
My eyes spring wide open. Did I hear her right?
I turn my eyes to her and ask, “Coral, what are you talkin’ about? Baby, you don’t have to do anything you're not ready for. Don’t you know that I’d wait forever for you?”
“You’re so perfect, Mark, you have no idea what you do to me. I’m not ready to go all the way, but I don’t think I can go one more minute without knowing what it’s like to be touched by you.” I groan as she presses those perfect pink lips to the pulse in my neck. “Please. I want us to help each other come.”
Ah, fuck.
I turn on my side, pressing her into the mattress. “Do you have any idea what you’re askin’ me?”
“Yes, I’m asking you to make me come.” Little hands slide around my neck, pulling me between her now open legs. Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pussy against my erection. Yeah, I’m hard as fuck, who wouldn’t be right now? “My pussy is aching for you. I’ve been so wet all day thinking about you touching me. Since the moment you claimed me, you’ve respected the fact I’m not ready for more than this. You’ve become the best friend I have ever had, Mark.” She strokes my cheek with the back of her hand.
I close my eyes and groan. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“How do you want me to make you come, little bird? My hands or my mouth?”
“I want your mouth all over my body. Make me your woman, Mark.”
“You already are.” I grab the hem of her shirt, and she helps me pull it from her body. She’s not wearing a bra, and I swear, I almost come in my damn boxers. Her tits are the perfect handful, and I take full advantage of touching, tasting those perfect little tits.
She moans as I suck on her pretty pink nipples one at a time. She tastes so damn good. Every inch of her skin is perfect. I lick and suck at her skin, her tits, her neck, her stomach. I can't get enough. Her hips tip against me, shamelessly rubbing her pussy against my hard-on. She wants my mouth on her pussy. She doesn't need to say anything for me to know it.