I lift up and grab the waistband of her shorts, my hands still as my eyes lock with hers. I won’t do anything she doesn’t feel comfortable with, I never want to hurt her in any way, and that includes making her think she doesn’t have the choice to say no. I’m not that motherfucker. If she said no right now, I’d lie down and hold her all night long with a smile on my face, never pushing for me, because I fuckin’ love her. Yeah, I really do.
She smiles at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. She wants me to see her. I smirk while slowly sliding her shorts and panties over her curvy hips and down her toned legs, which fall open the second I pull them over her feet.
Fuck! She’s perfect. Her little pink pussy is glistening, her little pearl winking at me, and I’m gonna lose it. I grab her left ankle, lifting her leg so I can kiss her foot, her ankle, her leg. Anything to calm my raging hormones so I don’t lose it right away. But when has that shit ever worked when the woman you’re touching is the woman you love?
I love her. I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t. I feel it so deeply for this woman. It consumes me, every part of me.
“Mark, please, I ache so badly.”
I can’t make her wait any longer. She’s begging for me to touch her. I lean down and breathe in her scent. My fuckin’ eyes roll with how good she smells. My tongue snakes out to taste her honey, she calls out to the heavens on that first touch, and it doesn’t take long for me to get lost in the taste of my girl. I’m sucking on her clit, licking her back to front, front to back. She’s clutching my hair, riding my face, and I’m about to fucking lose it like a damn teenager!
She’s stammering her words of encouragement, wanting me to make her come. I slide just one finger inside her tight pussy, and she loses it, screaming my name and coming on my tongue so hard her lower half shoots right off the bed.
I lick her gently, giving her time to come down from her orgasm. Fuck, I’ve made women come before, but they’ve never come this hard, and I mean Coral really came hard.
I pull away from her and grab her hands, pulling her to her knees in front of me, where she clumsily wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me with a fiery passion I didn’t know she possessed. “I want to suck your cock.” I groan deep in my throat. Never have those words affected me like this.
I watch her climb off the bed and get to her knees on the floor beside it. I scramble to the edge of the bed and plant my feet either side of her beautiful body. She looks up at me with a smile on her face that would melt the coldest of hearts. She grabs my boxers, I lift my ass enough for her to remove them, my cock springing free at the same time.
She licks her lips, takes me in her hand and tells me, “I’ve never done this before, so tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
I stroke her hair and smile. Makes me feel good to know I’ll be her first at practically everything sexually. “It will come naturally, little bird. Just do what comes naturally.” And she does. She licks the tip, and my head falls back. Even that slight touch felt fucking amazing. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last, not with the way her mouth slides over my cock perfectly. Her throat is like velvet, and my cock slides further and further down with each movement.
I slide my hands into her blonde hair and guide her around me. There are stars behind my eyes. I’m in fucking heaven right now. She’s moaning around my cock, sucking me like a damn vacuum.
It’s true what they say, you can have a million women suck your cock and make you come down their throats, but until the woman you lose your heart to sucks you, you’ve not felt real pleasure.
Just imagining what it will feel like to finally fuck this woman has me gasping, moaning, begging her to suck me harder, and she does, she sucks me so good I can’t stop my damn orgasm taking over my whole body. I’m coming down her throat harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I can feel it in every muscle, every damn sinew in my body.
God help me, I can’t fuckin’ breathe!
It isn't until she leans up and kisses me do I come down from my high. I’m breathing hard, sweating like crazy, and all we did was oral. Fuck if it don’t kill me when I’m finally inside her.
“Was it good?”
“Baby, you damn near killed me.” I pull her onto the bed beside me and lay us down, her in my arms, head on my shoulder. “It was more than good, little bird, it was amazing.”
She giggles and kisses my neck. “You made me feel just as good. My bones feel like jelly.”
I chuckle and pull her closer, grabbing the blanket from beside me and wrapping it around us. “Let’s sleep, beautiful. I’m right here with you.” I’ll always be right here with her.
Chapter Ten
Coral
When I came back to Tennessee, I never expected my life to be this good. Not once did I think I’d come home and meet my soulmate, but I did. Stryker is my soulmate there is no doubt in my mind that he is.
I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought a biker of all men would turn out to be the one. I can’t see my future without him in it. I can see our wedding day and the birth of our first child.
Does that make me stupid at my age?
I don’t care if it does, I’m a simple woman, I don’t want much in this life, but what I do want is a family of my own. After losing my little girl when I was just a little girl myself, all I have thought about is having another child. I know that’s crazy, but losing her left a massive hole in my life that I’ve never been able to fill.
Don’t get me wrong, I never want to replace the little girl I was forced to give away, I just want to be able to have a child and hold it close to me, knowing his or her father loves me and that I will never have to let that baby go as long as I live.
I pray the day comes where my daughter will find me, and I’ll be able to tell her everything I have held in my heart for her since the day I found out I was pregnant with her. I don’t care that I went through hell at the hands of the man who fathered her, I don’t care that I suffered in ways I still haven’t recovered from, because she is a part of me, the best part.
I had no idea that it would still hurt this much eight years later. I’ve often wondered what she looks like now. I wonder what color her eyes would be, I know she’d be blonde like me, she was born with tufts of blonde hair, nothing like the monster who fathered her.
I know in my heart that she inherited nothing from that pig. I don’t know how I know, I just do. When I held her after she was born, even though my mother didn’t want me to, I knew she’d be nothing like him. Holding her filled my heart with love, a love I hope I passed on to her.
I wonder if she’s smart like me, if she does well in school and if she has lots of friends. I imagine her sometimes playing on her bike, laughing with her family. Then I think about her calling someone else mommy, and it kills me inside because I will never hear her call me that.
I remember holding her all the time in the week I was allowed to keep her. It didn’t register in my mind at the time how sad my parents were, knowing I’d had that monster’s child at just thirteen years of age. Hell, I hadn’t been thirteen long when my baby was born. However, I felt like a grown woman.
God, I loved that little girl, and I just wanted to show everyone how beautiful she was. However, my parent’s never told anyone I was even pregnant, so no member of our family, nor friends ever got to meet my little girl.
Don’t get me wrong my parents weren’t cruel, and they bought my baby clothes, diapers, bottles – my mother said I was too young to breastfeed – formula, and all those little things to keep her safe and warm. My mother would watch me bathing my baby, singing to her, feeding her, loving her so hard I thought my heart would burst. She was proud of me for that.
However, I remember so clearly four days after my baby girl’s birth how I climbed out of bed to use the bathroom. My baby slept in my room in a Moses basket, she was fast asleep, and I couldn’t help smiling at her while stroking her head. ‘I love you so much, Elish
a. No one in the world could love you more.’ I kissed her head and took myself to the bathroom.
On the way back to my room, I heard my parent’s talking. They were in the den. My mother was crying, my father shushing her for fear of waking Cindy and me, not to mention the baby.
It hurt my heart to hear her so upset, but it killed me to listen to the words coming from her mouth. ‘I can’t do this, Colin. I know I promised Coral that she could keep the baby, but I can’t bear to have that child in my house a moment longer.’
‘It’s okay, Dawn, I know it’s hard, but it will kill Coral if we do this.’
‘Kill her? You don’t think it’s killing me?’ My heart was pounding. I may have had a child that I loved more than life itself, I may have felt very grown up, someone’s mother, but the truth was, I was still a frightened little girl. ‘You think I want to punish my daughter for something that wasn’t her fault?’
‘No, I don’t think you want that, sweetheart.’
‘She’s thirteen, Colin. She can’t possibly know the hardship of having a child. If she keeps that baby, she’ll ruin her life. We have plans for her, Colin, I won’t let her ruin her life like this.’
I knew right then that they were going to take my baby away from me, and I swear, my heart cracked in places it has never recovered from.
‘What do you want me to do, Dawn? You want me to snatch that little girl from her mother’s arms? The little girl you can’t bring yourself even to say the name of?’
‘Because every time I look at her all I see is that monster and what he did to my little girl!’
I didn’t really understand my mother’s heartbreak back then. I didn’t know why she couldn’t bring herself to even look at my baby. She never once said her name, never touched her even when I asked if she’d like to hold her. It would make me cry because I wanted everyone to love her as much as I did.
But only Cindy ever smiled at my baby and told her that she loved her. She was just ten years old, but she loved my daughter and wanted to hold her all the time, and I let her because at least someone cared.
‘I want you to call Shepard, Colin. Have him come here and take the baby. I don’t want to hurt Coral, but she’ll understand that it’s best for the child if she lives with a family who can give her everything she deserves. We can’t do that here, not when I resent her more and more each day that goes by.’
‘It’s not that baby’s fault that her father did what he did. She’s innocent, Dawn.’
‘I know that Colin, believe me, I know, and I don’t want her growing up thinking we don’t love her. It’s not that I don’t, I do, she’s part of us just as Coral is. But Coral and the baby deserve more than this. They both need looking after. Coral is my child, Colin. I need to take care of her.’
I shut out their words after that. My heart was breaking, nothing would mend it, and as I sat on my bed with my baby in my arms, I let myself cry. I cried so hard my mother and father came running into the room. The second I looked at them it registered in both their minds that I'd heard them.
‘Mommy, please don’t take her away from me.’ I wailed while pulling my baby closer to my chest. She was such a good baby, she hardly ever cried, and I took such good care of her. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t a good enough mother in my own mother’s eyes.
I know now that wasn’t the case, but it hurt so much nonetheless.
My mother took a seat beside me on my bed, tears falling from her blue eyes as she stroked the back of my head. ‘I’m not doing this to hurt you, Coral. That is the last thing I want, but you’re just a child. You can’t take care of her permanently. You have school, Daddy and I have to work, we can’t afford to pay someone to take care of her while we’re not here. She needs a family who can be there for her all the time.’
I turned my eyes to my daughter and kissed her head as she sucked on her tiny little pacifier, her little jaw moving up and down now and again.
My father crouched down in front of me, his hand on my face, drawing my vision to him. ‘You are a wonderful mother, Coral. We know how much you love this little girl, and I know you want what’s best for her, don’t you?’
I nodded my head. The truth was, I did want what was best for her. I thought at that moment that maybe I wasn’t what was best for her. I couldn’t afford to buy her the things she deserved. I couldn’t have saved money for her to go to college. I’d never have been able to finish school, which meant I’d never get into college, and that meant I wouldn’t be able to get a job worth anything. We’d end up poor and in some dump of a place to live because I knew my parents would never afford to be able to keep us indefinitely. Which meant my daughter wouldn't have the kind of childhood she deserved.
Even at the age of thirteen, I knew no child should ever have to grow up like that. Cindy and I had a good childhood. We weren’t rich, but we had everything we needed. How would I be able to give my baby the same?
My heart hurt so much, but I knew they were right, Elisha deserved more. She deserved a family who could give her everything I couldn’t. I had to do what was best for my daughter. So that’s what I did, and it didn’t matter how much it hurt me to do so.
‘You will make sure they’re nice people, won’t you? I don’t want her to go to people who won’t love her the way I do.’
‘They’ll be the best there is, Coral, I promise you that.’
‘How long do I have left with her?’ I swallowed back a sob. I could see the pain in my father’s eyes. It was hurting him to see me so upset.
‘I’ll call Shepard in the morning. He’ll let us know. But not much longer, baby girl. I don’t want to hurt you, but the longer we drag this out, the harder it will be to let go.’
I nodded and said no more. My parents left my room, and I sobbed my heart out, holding my baby girl close to me all night long.
Shepard came a few days later. I kept a smile on my face as I showed my baby off to him and BlackJack. They both held her, told me how beautiful she was, and that meant the world to me.
Shepard sat me down and told me what was about to happen. I got the feeling he thought I didn’t know, I could see the anger in his eyes toward my parent's because of it.
Might have been because I was acting like I didn’t know. I thought if I let it in I’d crack and never be the same again.
Shepard was good to me, told me that Elisha was going to the best family he could find. That he knew them and they were good people, had plenty of money, so she’d never go without the things she’d need. She’d go to the best schools, an excellent college, and she’d have a wonderful life.
He even told me that one day, when my daughter was ready, she’d come looking. He’d make sure her new parent’s told her where to find him, and that once she had, he’d send her in my direction, and I have held onto that promise for eight long years. I know I have at least ten more before she’ll even be told about me.
The trouble is, if they don’t tell her from an early age that she was adopted, she might not understand why they’ve blown her life apart.
Will she ever understand why I did what I did?
I can only hope that the letter I wrote and handed to Shepard for him to give to Elisha’s new parent’s ends up in her hands, when she’s old enough to read it, of course.
If she does read it, she’ll know why I did what I did. I left nothing out of that letter but my name. Shepard told me not to put that down. I still don't understand why.
I love you, Elisha. Mommy has always loved you, and one day, we’ll be together again, and when that day comes, I will hold you so close to me and tell you just how much I love you, how I never stopped thinking about you, and how I will never let you go again.
“Everything okay?”
I look up from my desk. I only started this job last month. Mason’s Accounting is one of the largest accounting firms in the state. It’s quite a drive each morning from the apartment I share with Denise – yeah, I’m still there – forty-five minutes to be
exact. However, it’s the only job I could get, and I got sick of being let down. I’d applied for so many positions with some many companies while working at the department store, but this was the only one who called me back for an interview and then hired me.
You’d think being two years ahead in academics would have helped me get a damn job faster, but I guess nothing works out like you think will.
My new boss, Neil Ross, is a pig of a man. He has made it quite clear what he’d like to do to me should he get the chance. Will never happen. However, he’s starting to get on my nerves. He’s always up in my personal space, always finding a reason to bother me while I’m trying to work, always finds a chance to touch me, his hand on my shoulder, his hand brushing mine – accidentally, or so he says. Likely story.
I feel uncomfortable working here. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable this early in the damn job. If I could afford to walk away, I would, but I can’t. If I want to stay in Tennessee, and I do want to stay, then I need to work. I can’t survive without money in the bank. A girl needs to eat and pay her way.
The trouble is, Stryker has started to notice my change in mood. I don’t mean to be that way, but I feel so down just lately. I can’t seem to shake the depressive mood I find myself in every time I walk into this building. I hate this job, but until I find something else I have no choice but to work here.
“Yes, Mr. Ross, everything is fine. I’m just finishing this spreadsheet before lunch.”
“You’re a hard worker, Coral.” There he is again with his hand on my shoulder. It makes me cringe. I’m not a weak woman, I went through too much as a child and came through the other end to be weak. However, I find it hard to be around men like this.
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