Stryker

19 - My feisty girl

Stryker

The hotel is nothing special. The people aren’t my kind of people. Each one gave me a disapproving look. It ain’t like back home here. Everyone back home is used to men like me. Here, everyone dresses as though they belong in a movie or a music video. Okay, not everyone, that would be ridiculous. But it’s different.

The looks I got just walking through the airport were enough to have me rolling my neck to relieve the tension I felt at being unable to tell people to go fuc.k themselves! I bet they were wondering what such a beautiful, classy woman was doing with the likes of me. I can’t blame them; Coral is way too good for me. But still, she’s mine!

It was no different when we got to the hotel, everyone turning to stare at me, the big, bad biker with the cut filled with patches and the pretty blonde on my arm, the kind of girl who doesn’t belong with a man like me.

I’m a biker, sure, but I’m allowed to be self-conscious when every fuckin.g 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 fuc.k all about men like me. Yeah, there are evil men out there, bikers who do bad shi.t 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, which is 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, 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 s**t 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 an aggressive 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?” Coral leaned 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.

Fuc.k, she was so passionate. I grabbed her hand and pulled her away, a smirk on my face that made me look at the kid. The guy’s mouth was hanging wide open in shock. He’d probably had verbal abuse many times in his job, but I doubt many had spoken to him the way Coral did.

I dragged her towards the elevator, but she pulled away from me and returned 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 that 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 shi.t by beating his scrawny ass. “I'm sorry, Sir.”

I tipped my head to tell him it was okay.

“In the 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.”

Coral 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 to meet her parents 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 me 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, regardless of whether that’s the wealthiest or poorest person on earth. She’ll be a wonderful mother someday.

Are 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 to 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 was humming me in the elevator.

I can’t deny it turned me the fuc.k on to see her in charge like that. She’s not a weak woman, my girl is damn strong, and it’s sex.y as fuc.k.

“Fuc.k, 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, Coral’s 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 fuckin.g 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 fuck.s.

“Mark! Oh, God!” Her eyes roll as I twist one of her delicate pink, hard nipple.s 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 fuc.k her as I’ve never fucke.d her before. I fuc.k her the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Mark, Stryker, oh fuc.k, yes!” She screams. I wind her long blonde hair around my fist, pulling her head back as I pound the shi.t out of her tight little puss.y.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Coral.” I grind out the words that seem to be clogging my throat. She's too fuckin.g perfect. She fits me like a fuckin.g glove.

She’s mine!

The sound of our wet flesh banging together, the sound of our erratic breathing, gasps, and 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 fuckin.g hot.

I lean down and lick the length of her spine, tasting the sweat on her golden porcelain skin, making me groan and my dic.k 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 fuckin.g 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 cu.m, Mark! Oh, fuc.k, yes! Please, I need to cu.m!”

“Cu.m for me, baby.” She does, so hard her p***y’s sucking the shi.t out of my d**k. So much so that I cu.m right there with her, unable to hold on until she’d finished. Her puss.y sucks my coc.k and balls dry, and I can’t even fuckin.g 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 Coral’s middle as she lies 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 fuckin.g 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.