How long has he wanted this?
I know a man like Mark would like a family of his own. He’s never really had one. Yes, he’s got the Snakes, but this is different. He wants me to be his family. I could cry with happiness.
“I make this promise to you. I promise to love and protect you, nurture your hopes and dreams, be right by your side when you reach each and every goal you have. Because I love you so much and I want you to be my wife.”
I’m not looking anywhere but at Mark, but I know my family are holding their breaths waiting for me to answer him.
“Coral, will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man on earth in becoming my wife?”
I can’t see for the tears falling from my eyes. I never dreamed this would happen to me. I never thought for one moment he’d have something like this planned, and I never thought he’d ask my father’s permission and that my father would grant it because it’s evident that he has.
The way he just proposed to me was so romantic, here in front of my family. He could have waited until we were back home and done it in front of his biker brothers, but he didn’t, he had so much respect for me that he gave me this.
God, I’m crying like an idiot!
Happy tears, of course.
“Yes!” I yell and wrap my arms around his neck. He's on his feet, and I’m off mine in less than a second. I can’t let go of him just yet, but I do kiss him long and hard.
Everyone in this beautiful French restaurant is clapping and cheering at what just when down here, how romantic it all was.
When he finally sets me on my feet, he slides the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly, and I am so happy I could burst!
I’m suddenly pulled away from him and into my mother’s arms where she tells me how proud of me she is. She even hugs Stryker and tells him, “Welcome to the family.” I can see how much that means to him, even by the shocked expression on his face.
My father hugs me and shakes Stryker’s hand. Cindy screams while bouncing on her feet and hugging me like crazy. She embraces Stryker and quietly asks if he has a friend for her. He rolls his eyes playfully but doesn’t answer her question. He knows my mother would have a heart attack if he did.
Nothing could be as perfect than this. We have a lot to talk about, where we’re going to live because we can’t stay with Denise, it’s already hard with her and Ice fucking like rabbits left and right. We can’t stay with BlackJack, although I know he’d let us. We can’t live at Mark’s place because it’s too small for one person, let alone two.
No, we need our own place. Somewhere we can call home because I am going to be staying in Tennessee with my man for the rest of my life. He’ll never leave the Snakes unless it’s in a pine box, and I would never ask him to, even if I am scared he won’t come home one day. They’re all he knows, the family who took him in when he thought he had nothing left to live for, and I will always thank them for that. Plus, I love Shepard, he’s my second father. I know I’m safer with them than anyone else. Life will be just perfect. I can be anyone I chose, and I know my man will be proud of me.
Christ, I’m getting married!
We said goodbye to my parent’s and sister with a promise to be back for a visit soon. My mother swore when we left that she’d never set foot in Tennessee ever again, but she’ll have to get over that because I’m getting married there and she promised to be at my wedding.
My wedding!
I look down at my ring as I sit on the edge of the hotel bed. I can’t help smiling. I feel the bed dip beside me, a kiss to my head, and the smell of my man freshly showered make my eyes roll a little. “It looks perfect on you, little bird.”
I turn to look at Mark and smile. He’s so ruggedly handsome, and I love him so much. “You made my dreams come true today. I’m going to be your wife!”
“I know!” He mirrors my excitement, and it makes me laugh.
We’re both naked beneath the towels wrapped around us. We’ve already had sex twice today, so why do I feel so horny all of a sudden?
My eyes travel the length of his chiseled chest. He’s full of muscle, tight in all the right places, tattoos covering those muscles. I can’t stop my hand wondering over his abs. Six pack and perfect.
How did I get so lucky?
This man is every woman’s fantasy, and he’s all mine.
I don’t care what others have told me about him not having relationships in the past because he’d rather fuck and move on. He hadn’t met me then. I don’t claim to be anything special, but to Mark, I am special, and that’s all that matters.
“You’re hard.” Yeah, I just pointed out the obvious, but I can’t help it. The towel isn’t big enough to hide his massive erection.
“You’re touchin’ me. I can’t help it.”
I giggle. He always says that to me.
“I can’t help touching you when you’re next to me practically naked.”
His hand slides against my cheek, pulling me towards him. I laugh nervously – I don’t know why I’m nervous! – before his lips hit mine. My eyes roll, his tongue makes love to mine and I’m moaning so loudly they can probably hear me in the next room. He does that to me, makes me lose my mind, and I don’t care about being quiet. I want him to know what he does to me.
I yank on his hair; we’re frantic, we need each other so badly right now. I pull the towel away from my body before tearing away his. He laughs as I straddle him, laughter dying on his lips as I stroke my wet pussy against his erection.
His hands slide up and down my back, his mouth latching onto my left nipple. I groan loudly because he knows how hard I come when he plays with my nipples. They're always so sensitive when he touches me.
My head falls back. I grind on him harder. “That’s it, little bird, use me, get yourself off.”
“Mark...” I’m about to come, and I can’t stop it. My pussy is throbbing so hard, the feeling of his hard length, my clit scrubbing against it is too much. “I’m… Coming!” So. Fucking. Hard!
I clutch at his neck, my forehead against his, my hips still slowly winding against him. I kiss him softly. He nips at my lips. I’m throbbing all over.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, darlin’.” I smile against his mouth. He always makes me feel good about everything we do together. “I need you, little bird.” He always calls me little bird. I still don’t know why. Maybe I’ll ask him soon.
I lift my hips, take his thick, hard cock in my hand and line it up with my opening. I smirk at him. I’ve grown so bold thanks to Mark; he
’s made me see that I don’t need to be shy with him. He loves my body as much as I love his.
“Now, baby.” He pleads, and it makes me so hot. I lower myself onto him slowly, eyes rolling as he fills me. There is no better feeling in this world.
After everything I went through as a child, I never thought I’d be here, in a relationship with a man who means the world to me, a man who loves me, a man who took away all of my fear about being with anyone in this way.
I lean my head against his, moving my hips back and forth, up and down. His hands clasp my shoulder blades as he thrusts upward fast and hard.
I can’t take it. It’s too much. I’m so close. “Mark, I can’t take it!” I throw my head back, his mouth latches onto my beast, and I come so hard I can see stars behind my eye!
I groan as he lifts me off of him and throws me onto the bed beside him. He gets to his feet, grabs my hips and spins me around. I try to get to my knees, but he holds me down. “Stay on your stomach, little bird. It’s my turn.”
Oh god!
With my ass cheeks in his hands, he spreads them, looking at me, all of me. I turn my head just enough to look at him. I’m scared. I can’t explain it. Okay, I can. When that man raped me, he raped me just like this, in this position.
He raped me missionary. He raped me while he choked me with his big hands. He held me down as I lay on my stomach and he raped me like this.
I choke back a sob when Stryker slides his cock over my ass. He instantly freezes, climbs off me, grabs my arms and yanks me to my feet in front of him.
I close my eyes, trying not to cry. I didn’t mean to ruin this. I didn’t mean to let that pig into my head. It has been nine years, I should be over it by now, and I am for the most part, but some things still frighten me, things I haven’t gotten past.
Stryker takes my face in his big hands. “Coral, look at me.” I do. His eyes search mine, and he’s so smart because I can tell he knows exactly what just happened. “Baby, I would never hurt you. You know that, don't you?”