Strike Fast: Prequal (Snakes Henchmen MC)

by Alivia Grayson

  She had to stop talking for a second; I could see how emotional she was getting. I felt emotional myself.

  “We know everything about each other, every secret we had, all of our pain, all of our joy. I know with you, I will always be happy. So I make this promise to you. I promise to love you for as long as we may live. I will support you in every aspect of our lives. I will be by your side every day and be proud to tell the world that you are my husband. I promise to love you through the good times and love you stronger through the hard times.

  “You’re my best friend, Mark. You’re my soulmate, the love of my life, and I want to thank you for showing me how to love. Thank you for loving me so effortlessly...” I cupped her cheek, a smile on my face, tears in my eyes as I wiped a fallen tear from hers.

  We were soon pronounced man and wife, and I kissed the shit out of her, not caring a damn that everyone could see us. I wanted them to see us. I wanted everyone to see me kissing my wife. My wife!

  That was three hours ago. Coral has been my wife for three hours. We arrived at the clubhouse to find the main room had been cleared out, making it look bigger. The bar was ready for those who wanted to get a drink, and tables had been set out across the back wall of the room, filled with an array of food. Bart, one of the prospects with the club has set up the sound system and is working as a DJ – why I don’t know. I would have been just as happy with a stereo playing.

  We’ve done the rounds and spoken to Coral’s family, thanking them for coming. Not only are her parents and sister here but some of her aunts, uncles, and cousins came for our special day. We’ve spoken to members of the club, old ladies, even the kids of the club. Taylor wouldn’t stop hugging me and saying how proud of me she was, so Jack ended up dragging her off of me. It just made me smile. I don’t think anything could piss me off today.

  Right now, Coral is in my arms as we slow dance. She belongs in my arms just like this. I stroke her back and kiss her head as it rests against mine, temple to temple. Her right hand is in mine, while my other arm is wrapped around her waist, hers is around my shoulders. “I love you,” I’ll never stop telling her that.

  She pulls her head away from mine so she can look at me. She’s smiling at me. She’s been smiling all day. “I love you, too, husband of mine.”

  I yank her closer and growl. “I like the sound of that, wife.” She giggles and I kiss her. “I can’t wait to get you out of here. I want you all to myself.”

  “You mean, you want to ravage my body?”

  “Naturally.”

  “That will have to wait,” Comes a deep voice from behind us. “I’d like to dance with my daughter if you don’t mind.” Her father isn’t asking me, he’s telling me. I kiss my girl’s head and hand her off to her father.

  They’ve already had the father-daughter dance, but who the hell am I to deny the man who helped bring my wife into the world?

  She danced with Shepard, with BlackJack, Jett, Tank, Hammer, Roman. Hell, they all wanted to dance with my wife. I would have broken their necks if it wasn’t for the fact they all see her as family.

  “I honestly did not see this coming.” I turn my eyes to Ice for a second. I know all about him trying it on with Coral. She told me what went on that day between them, the day Denise tried it on with me.

  I was angry enough to want to kill the motherfucker!

  “Like it's any of your business, Ice.”

  “Whoa,” He laughs. “Dude, what crawled up your ass?”

  “Don’t fuck with me today of all days, Ice.” I won’t let him ruin this day for me!

  “I’m not trying to wind you up, Stryker. I’m happy for you, for both of you. You got your girl, and I got mine.” He looks behind him at Denise. She’s standing with Lynette and Tammy. She’s laughing with them about something. Got to admit, she scrubs up well. She looks half decent in that blue dress.

  Hell, everyone scrubbed up well for today. I couldn’t have asked for more.

  Not too pleased that Hammer has already taken off with a couple of prospects to get some work done. Prez could have given them one day off, for Christ’s sake. Whatever, I don’t plan on being here much longer myself.

  Ice slaps me on the back and makes his way over to his girl, giving old CueBall the opportunity to get out what he wants to say. “You did this club proud today, boy.”

  Wasn’t expecting that.

  “I remember when you came to this club, a scrawny kid who thought he’d got nothing much to live for. Now, you’re a big bastard with a mean fist.” I laugh at that. I worked hard to turn my body into what it is today, to turn my mind into what it is today. “You’re a massive part of this club, Stryker. We’re all so very proud of you.”

  Okay, this is just a little too weird for me, but the man’s getting old so I’ll humor him. “What’s this about, old man?”

  “Old man,” He chuckles. “Yes, I’m an old man now, but I still got all my faculties.” He clasps my shoulder and squeezes. “We never bring kids into this club from the outside. I don’t mean you. You were BlackJack’s kid the moment you tried to rob him. Didn’t matter that you were but a decade younger than him. Beautiful Taylor,” He smiles and looks over at her. She really is a beautiful woman. She looks like a damn movie star on the red carpet today. “Beautiful, light-skinned, half-black girl. She loved you the moment she saw you.”

  I know that.

  “I mean Coral,” We both look over at the dance floor. Coral is dancing with Cindy and Willow, and I swear, my heart bursts with so much love for her. That beautiful smile on her face is what I live for. “That girl was always meant to be a Snakes girl. She loves you like no other woman ever could. You’re perfect together. She’s one in a million, like Taylor, like Lynette, like Willow one day will be. Take care of each other, and the rest will take care of itself.”

  I hug him because that meant a lot coming from him. “Thanks, old man.”

  “Love ya, boy.”

  “Love you, too.” I chuckle.

  Arms wrap around my waist from behind with the force of a hurricane, almost knocking me off my feet. I laugh and turn around to face my wife; she’s smiling so wide. “I’m missing you, handsome.” Then she slams her mouth against mine, moaning while kissing the shit out of me in front of everyone in the room.

  Catcalls and wolf whistles are deafening, and she laughs against my mouth. “Sorry,” She mumbles. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Do have any idea what you do to me?”

  She nods cheekily. “Can we leave now?” She leans into me, her lips against my ear, sending a shiver right down my spine to my cock. “I want you to fuck me on your bike.” Shit!

  “We’re leaving, right now!” She’s laughing as I drag her around the room so we can say goodbye to everyone, which takes far too fucking long for my liking.

  By the time I have her on the back of my bike, people throwing rice and confetti all over us, I’m about ready to bust out of my damn pants!

  We don’t ride too far, I want her too badly for that, and she wants me to fuck her against my bike. Her wish is my command.

  I park my bike beyond the trees near the playground. Not an ideal place to fuck your new wife, but it’s dark enough that I know there won’t be any kids out playing, no one will see us.

  I climb off my bike, taking Coral’s waist, I lift her off the bike, so both her legs are the right side of the bike. “Lose the panties.” It wasn’t a question, more of a gentle order.

  She giggles cheekily while lifting the skirt of her wedding dress up her thighs, revealing her creamy, soft, smooth legs. My cock jumps in my pants. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her white, silk panties, and without bending or looking away from me, she pushes them down her legs, while I remove my jacket, tie, and shirt. She smirks while I unzip my pants and push them down my legs.

  I repress a groan when she lifts her leg. I take her ankle, and slide said panties of her foot and plant a kiss on her ankle, lips sliding up her leg, higher an
d higher. I can smell the heat of her pussy, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Damn, she always smells so good!

  She pulls herself onto the leather seat of my bike, and my eyes widened when she spreads her legs wide enough to give me a view of her soaking wet pussy and all its glory. She’s gonna be the death of me!

  She slides my hand along her thigh, giggling cheekily, teasing me. I take a step toward her. I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her wet pussy pulsing on my fingers, but she closes her legs before I can touch her, causing me to groan. My dick is so hard it’s painful.

  I want her so badly, and I don’t have the patience for games right now. So I grab her, kissing her like my life depends on it, lips locking, tongues entwining, hands in hair, groans, and gasps escaping.

  “Mark. Fuck me right here, right now.”

  I’ve never known her so willing to let me fuck her out in the open like this. She’s wild tonight, and I will deny her nothing.

  I lift her by her waist and lay me down along the length of his bike, her head just beneath the handlebars. “Mark, is this safe?” She looks from side to side, and I inwardly chuckle. “It’s not going to fall, is it?”

  “No, baby, it’s parked correctly, tipped to the side a little, but I won’t let you fall. I will never let you fall.” I straddle the bike and take her legs in my hands and wrap them around my waist, placing her feet behind me on the seat. The skirt of her dress is around her waist, and her pussy is on full display for me. God, my mouth is watering. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

  She smiles while sliding her hands above her head, curling her fingers around the cold, steel handlebars of my motorcycle.

  “Ah! Oh, Mark!” She groans as my long fingers stroke her soaking wet pussy lips, feeling how soft and wet she is for me. Her fragrant juices slide through her pussy and down to her ass crack, soaking the leather of my bikes seat. I groan deep in my throat because, fuck, if that ain’t the hottest thing.

  I lift her slightly by the waist, positioning her so that her ass rests on my thighs. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” I lean into her and kiss her neck, licking the thumping pulse hammering hard against my tongue. “I want to toy with you, to play with you, to eat your sweet cunt until you can’t even walk, but I need you too badly right now.

  “Please, Mark. I want you inside of me. Just fuck me, please!” I’ll fuck her all right. “Fuck me hard, Mark.” Damn!

  I hold onto her legs while sliding deep inside of her, her ass rising off my thighs slightly, legs shaking, eyes rolling at the feeling of me seated inside her tight body, and it’s taking all that I am not to come right now.

  We fuck slowly, at first, I don’t want the bike to topple over, but I want to ram my cock into her so hard she screams my name. I wrap my arms around her back and force her to let go of the handlebars. She’s now sitting on my lap, arms around my neck, legs tight around my waist as I move her up and down the length of me with my hands on her ass. She takes me so fucking deep I’m scared I’m going to lose it any second, but I won’t until she comes for me.

  A man always lets his lady come first, so BlackJack once told me.

  “Fuck! You’re a greedy girl today, little bird.” She clutches my neck tighter, sucking on my skin, clawing at my back. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. That’s it, mark me, beautiful.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as she bites my shoulder to the point of painful. But fuck, it feels so damn good.

  “Mark, I can’t take anymore. Oh, god... I love you so much! I’m coming, Mark! I’m coming so hard!”

  I can feel it. Her cunt is squeezing the hell out of my dick to the point I can’t hold back my orgasm, and I’m coming deep inside of her beautiful body. I hold her to me as we both shake through our orgasm’s, but it’s the jolt and groan of the bike that has her squealing and me laughing.

  “It’s not funny!” She slaps my shoulder and climbs off both me and the bike.

  “Sorry, baby.” I’m still laughing as she pulls on her panties, and I can see the smirk on her face. She’s not angry. God, I love her. I grab her waist and pull her to me. She holds my biceps while I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  “More than okay, handsome. You’ve made all my dreams come true, Mark. I am going to love you every day for the rest of your life because I love you so much.”

  I smile and kiss her softly. “Ditto, little bird. I love you. Always will I love you.” Won’t be a fuckin’ day in my life that I don’t love her.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Coral

  Four Years Later

  Stryker and I have been married for four years. I wouldn’t say we never argue, that would make us inhuman, but anything we do argue about is soon sorted out between us. We never leave the house after an argument without telling each other how much we love each other and always will.

  I visit my parent’s once a year, Stryker doesn’t always come with me, however. He’s a southern boy and doesn’t much like California. My parent’s come to visit me once a year also, but I can’t always get time off work now that I work for a large accounting company, that’s why I can’t visit them as much as I’d like.

  Cindy decided to come to visit me by herself a few months ago, having lost her job because her boss at the law firm she was a secretary for fired her because she wouldn’t sleep with him. Yeah, I was so angry I wanted to smash his teeth down his throat!

  Cindy just laughed it off and told me not to worry about it, and she’d find something better soon. But then she met Hammer and fell in love with him instantly. I couldn’t be mad at her for it, hadn’t I done the same thing with Stryker? Plus, she’d done nothing but talk about him each time we spoke since my wedding. He hadn’t even noticed her back then, but he sure noticed her that day at the clubhouse.

  He claimed her, moved in with her, asked her to marry him all in the space of a few weeks. My parents were naturally angry. They didn’t want this life for Cindy. However, Cindy didn’t care she was so in love with Hammer that nothing and no one could tear her away from him.

  They were made for each other, and the four of us, Cindy and Hammer, Stryker and me, spent a lot of time together. Cindy and I spent days planning her wedding. Mom and Dad had said they wouldn’t come if she went through with it. Not only did they have a problem with Hammer being a biker with scars and a dangerous persona, but they also hated that he was eight years older the Cindy. Cindy didn’t care she merely told them, ‘Fine, don’t come, but I’m not going to sit here and cry over it, and I am not leaving him. I love him. If you can’t support me the way you did Coral, then I don’t want you here.’

  Needless to say, my parent's soon came around. They said they’d be at her wedding and they’d smile for her. That didn’t mean they'd ever be happy about it. That's when they started in on me, blaming me, saying Cindy looked up to me and was trying to be like me. I think they forget Cindy was almost twenty-three years old and had a mind of her own. A sharp mind, no one ever told Cindy what to do. She’d never listen to anyone but herself.

  She’d been spending a lot of time with Willow since she moved back here. Even while she was staying with Stryker and me before she moved in with Hammer, Willow was always around. They were inseparable, best friends to the end.

  The end...

  I touch my necklace and lower my head. This can’t be happening. It can’t… but it is. My parents were right all along. Everything they ever said about Cindy and me getting involved with bikers, all the time they tried to keep us away from this life, they were right. One of us was bound to end up dead.

  I don’t know how many more tears I’m supposed to repress. How long am I supposed to be the strong one?

  I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to be strong, to hold it all together for everyone around me because I’m not the only one who’s hurting, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breakdown back.

  My parents want nothing to do with me right now because I refused to le
ave with them, refused to leave my husband. I don’t hate them for what they said they’re grieving, and they’ll come around soon enough, I’ll give them a little space to come to terms with what happened before I contact them, even though I need them now more than ever.

  How was I supposed to leave my husband? I need him. He is the only thing that is keeping me going right now. However, I’m still trying to be brave even for him. He feels this as much as anyone else. He watched that screen along with me and many others. He saw what they did to her. He saw the light go out of her eyes.

  Oh god!

  What am I going to do now?

  My poor, beautiful baby sister!

  I see her in front of me whenever my eyes are open. I see her in my dreams when my eyes finally close. However, it’s not the fun loving little girl who used to follow me around that I see, the sweet little girl who held my baby girl and told me that one day, she’d come back to me. It’s not the little girl who would climb in my bed at night and cuddle with me while I cried over missing my daughter. The little girl who told me one day, everything would be okay again.

  What I see is a young woman being held against a huge biker, her back to his chest. I see the tears of fear in her eyes as that man screamed how he was going to kill her. Because he wanted to make, Hammer pay. For what? I don’t know.

  Stryker held me as I watched that man... Oh god, I watched him slit my sister’s throat live on camera! I have never seen anything like it in my life. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t move. My eyes were locked on my sister through the screen, her eyes, as if she knew he could see her, were locked on Hammers until the moment they closed for the last time.

  I don’t remember much after that moment. I remember Hammer’s howls of pain as he screamed no! over and over again. I don’t remember much until the moment a couple of bikers – I can’t remember who – came rushing into the clubhouse yelling how the monsters who had killed Cindy had dropped her body off at the side of the road. That’s how little respect those monsters had for my baby sister’s body.