Stryker (6 page)

That weekend was a new beginning for us. We reaffirmed our
commitment to each other and our bond was stronger than ever. I didn’t bring up
her infraction again. It was over and done with.

“Do you like that?”

“Heavens yes.”

“I had her legs thrown over my shoulders and my face between
her thighs, my tongue buried deep in her pussy. The middle finger of one hand
teased her rosebud
and
 
the
other stroked my cock. Her taste in
my mouth made me growl it was so fucking good.

She came pulling my hair hard as she screamed out her release.
Climbing from between her legs I moved up her body until my cock was lined up
with her mouth.

“Open.” She opened her mouth like a little bird waiting to
be fed and I fed her my cock inch by inch. She sucked the first seven inches of
my cock in deep and used her hand to jerk the rest in and out of her mouth.

“Play with your pussy while you suck me off, I want to
watch you touch yourself.”

Her other hand went down between her thighs and she fiddled
her pussy as she sucked harder on my cock head.

“Push your fingers inside.” She followed instruction,
dipping two fingers inside her pussy as she hummed around my cock.

“Good girl, now feed me.” I lowered my head so I could take
her fingers into my mouth licking them clean. Twisting my body over hers I
removed her hand from her pussy and sucked her while face fucking her. Her
fingers bit into my hips as I thrust deep into her throat. As soon as she came
I pulled out of her mouth and turned slamming into her hard lifting her off the
bed.

“Ahhh, Gabe…so deep.”

I pounded away at her lifting her into my downward thrusts.

“Give me your mouth.” I pushed my tongue in her mouth
giving her a taste of her own sweetness.

“I love the feel of your pussy around my cock, cum for me,
I need to feel you cum.” I helped her out by burying my finger into her ass and
she went off like a shot.

“You like that? You like having me in your ass?”

“Yes, yes, Gabe I feel…”

“Just feel baby, enjoy.” I fucked her tight pussy hard and
deep, changing up with short jabs or deep thrusts. Sweat sheen our bodies as we
rolled around on the bed our hands and mouths roaming over each other.

“I’m cumming, fuck.” I pulled her tight into my chest as I
emptied my seed inside her. Lying next to her I drew her into my arms. I
wouldn’t say anything to her now but I was pretty sure I’d just planted my kid
inside her.

Back in New York we went back to being us. That first night
we rechristened our marital bed with soft loving and whispered promises. She
was happy to be back in her place next to me and she showed her appreciation in
her enthusiastic performance. It was as if I’d unlocked some hidden door inside
her, because where once she’d shied away from the more, shall we say kinky
aspects of lovemaking, she now reveled in them.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Um, morning Gabriel.” She smiled sleepily at me.

“Gabriel is it?”

“Yes you feel like a Gabriel, suddenly Gabe seems too…I
don’t know too innocent.” She laughed and rolled over onto my chest where I
kissed her hair before slapping her ass playfully.

“Time to get up and start the day.”

“Just ten minutes more.”

“If we stay in here any longer I’m going to fuck you and I
don’t think you can take it after last night.” I’d been a little rough there at
the end, having her back in my bed had set off something primal inside me and
the sex had taken a turn from the sweet to the dirty.

“Try me.” I like this new playful side to her. We’d always
enjoyed a pretty fulfilling sex life but this was all new. It was as if we’d
tapped into a whole other side to my already amazing wife. I rolled her over
gently and just slid in nice and easy. We rocked together our mouths locked as
we moved slowly my cock buried once more to the hilt.

I took her into the shower with me thirty minutes later and
washed her body gently touching on all the marks from the night before.

“I have to be more careful with you, you’re all bruised.”

“Don’t you dare, I liked it. Besides it doesn’t hurt.”

“Whatever, I don’t like seeing marks on your skin. I’ll see
you downstairs.” I kissed her once more before leaving the shower to get ready
for the day.

Over a breakfast of fruit and juice on the back patio I
told her about her surprise.

“You didn’t, really? Oh Gabe that’s so great. When can I
see it?” She clapped her hands and got up from her seat to wrap her arms around
my neck.

“Why don’t you meet me for lunch and I’ll take you over
there.”

“Oh this is just wonderful, I can’t wait to get started.”
She got sad all of a sudden as she regained her seat.

“What is it?”

“I feel so stupid, all this time while you were doing that
for me I was doubting you.”

“We’re not going to talk about that anymore remember? It’s
done, now we just move on. I have the contact numbers ready for you. The place
is ready all you need to do is set it up the way you want to, decorate it.”

“Thank you Gabriel.”

“You’re welcome Nadia, finish your breakfast I have to go.”
I kissed her hair and left.

In the car on the way I made a call to my head of security.
I had chosen some of the best guys from my old bike crew in Brooklyn. Sam was
retired military and he’d handpicked the rest of the men who made up security.
I’d ordered someone to follow her starting today. She was given the new codes
so she was no longer a prisoner but I wasn’t leaving her unprotected while this
person whoever it was was still out there. I expected a report on my desk when
I got in this morning. What I would do with the information uncovered if any I
don’t know for sure. There were no threats made, no laws were broken. But it was
a personal affront to me, and my marriage and I couldn’t just let that shit
slide.

Sam was already there when I made it to downtown Manhattan,
punctual as usual. The gruff older man in his late fifties was one of my
favorite people in the world. Back when I first joined the crew he’d been the
one to take me under his wing so to speak. I guess he’d seen that for all my
street smarts I hadn’t the first clue about biking. He’d also been the one to
keep me away from the seedier side of the lifestyle. As a businessman it
wouldn’t have been wise to get involved in certain things that had gone on
behind closed doors. Though some had thought to use my contacts and my standing
to farther their nefarious deeds. When Sam had got wind of something in the
works where I was supposed to be used as a patsy of sorts for some drug deal
he’d dropped a word in my ear. That was the first time my new brothers had been
introduced to the Stryker from the Bronx instead of the Wall Street mogul. Sam
and I had formed a sort of bond from that time. It was us two who’d cleaned up
the little club and made it into what it is today. There were no drug deals, no
trafficking in anything. Just a cool place where likeminded people got together
and rode their bikes on the weekends. Took out of town trips to join up with
other likeminded people. Ran charities for inner city kids, built housing and
shit for the less fortunate right here in our own backyard instead of on
foreign soil. Of course we’d moved headquarters and were now even bigger than our
old chapter. We were affectionately called the gentlemen bikers by our peers,
the papers had gotten wind of that too and ran with it. That had been five
years ago and we hadn’t looked back since. When it came time to set up a
personal security team, something I never thought I’d need, Sam had been my
first choice. I haven’t regretted the decision once.

“Good morning Sam come on back to my office. Marsha hold
all calls unless it’s my wife. Did you get some coffee or something to drink
Sam?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

We went through into my inner office and closed the door.

“So tell me.”

“We didn’t get anything, if these two were behind the calls
they didn’t use their phones and the check on your wife’s phone turned up
nothing. My guess is that whoever this is might be using one of those throw
away phones. On another note if these two are in a relationship it doesn’t look
like it’s going too well for them.” He threw a manila envelope down on my desk.
No matter how much we’ve grown in technology Sam still prefers his old Nikon. I
opened the envelope to see shots of Sabrina and Jonas over the weekend. In all
the pictures they looked to be in deep conversation but there was no closeness
between them. In fact she looked pissed most of the time and he looked
disinterested. I was convinced even more that they were the ones behind the
whole sordid mess. What other reason could two people who obviously disliked
each other have for meeting like this.

“Who do you have on my wife?”

“Drake, he’s good, if these two try anything they won’t get
near here.”

“That’s good, thanks.”

“You want us to stay on them?”

I had to give it some thought. So far it had just been
phone calls and nothing threatening had happened. We were stronger now than we
ever were and I didn’t see the danger.

“No as long as my wife is safe I don’t need to have eyes on
these two.”

“Okay then I guess I’ll get back on that other thing.”

“You do that, I’ll talk to you later.”

I spent the morning in business meetings until it was time
to meet Nadia. I heard her voice in the anteroom with Marsha exchanging hellos
before she came in. She looked lovely in a Chanel suit in winter white.
Diamonds at her ears wrist and throat made her look elegantly sophisticated and
like exactly what she was. The wife of a very wealthy man.

“Hello baby.”

She walked around the desk to perch on my lap with her arms
around my neck.

“Hello husband.” I stole a kiss before standing and setting
her on her feet.

“You ready to go see your place?”

“Yep, let’s go. I was thinking maybe afterwards we could
have lunch unless you’re busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you babe, lunch it is.”

“We can walk if you’d like it’s not that far.”

“Sure it’s a nice day walking sounds like fun.”

“I looked down at her feet at the stilts she wore.

“On second thought I don’t want you walking in those shoes,
there’s most cobblestones on the streets around your place.”

“Okay if you say so.”

We took the car three streets over and parked, I hadn’t
seen sight of Drake but I had no doubt the other man was there.

“Oh wow, you got me a place near the Seaport? How in the
world did you ever pull that off? Mindy has been trying forever to get a place
down here with no luck.”

“I know some people. Come on let’s go check it out.”

I opened the door and we went in.

“Oh Gabe it’s huge, all this space.” She walked around the
room rife with excitement.

“Oh I can see it already, I can have lady’s lingerie on
this side over here, and casual wear just over there. Oh and maybe evening wear
in the upstairs and…” She went on and on with ideas her eyes alight with
enthusiasm.

“How soon can we get started?”

“I’ve taken care of all the paperwork, the inspections have
all passed muster so you’re good to go.”

“Oh there’s so much to do, I have to call my old contacts,
we need to have a fashion show for the opening oh and I’m going to need…”

“Slow down love we’ll get to all of that.” I pulled out my
IPhone and pulled up my contacts list.

“I have the numbers for your suppliers as soon as you’re
ready. I assume you know a good decorator.”

“Yes I do, do you think we can have everything ready in a
couple of weeks?”

“That’s up to you, you hire the right people you can do
anything.”

“Thank you so much for this this is going to be so
exciting.”

“I’m glad you like it, you didn’t see the whole thing.”

“You mean there’s more?”

I showed her around the rest of the space for the next half
an hour.

“Lunch time where would you like to go?”

“Oh what about that nice little seafood place at the end of
the pier? We haven’t been there in a very long time.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

We had lunch sitting outside of a little seafood place on
the water watching the tourist ships go by and people walking up and down the
boardwalk.

“Can I get started soon do you think?”

“You can get started whenever you want, just let me know if
you need anything else. I mean it, if there’re any problems I want to now about
them.”

“I’ll get on it right away.”

For the next month our whole lives were caught up in her new
boutique. It was as though she’d got a new calling in life. I went by everyday
after I left the office since it was so close. And every night we dropped into
bed tired and spent but happy. We made love into the wee hours of the morning
before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

“Is everything ready for the opening tonight?”

“Yes, I’ve been a beast I know, pushing everyone so hard,
but I wanted to have everything ready in time to meet the new season. It’s the
best time to open.”

“I wouldn’t know about that, you’re the fashion expert. I
guess you’re not riding in with me this morning. You have to get ready for your
big night.”

“Yes, and you’ll be there at six right? I don’t want to do
this without you.”

“I’ll be there as promised. I’m having my tux delivered from
the cleaners around noon. I’ll see you there. And love, try and relax okay.”

“I’m trying to but I’m suddenly so nervous. We were in all
the papers, and now everyone is talking about us and the opening has grown into
such a gala.”

“Take it easy baby breathe.” She was starting to
hyperventilate again, every time she thought about the publicity she panicked,
which was kind of strange for someone who had spent most of her life in the
spotlight. I hated to leave her but I had some important meetings to attend for
my own business. There hadn’t been any more outside interference and we’d been
able to relax on that score although I still had security on her whenever she
left the house. Jonas Willoughby was no longer a problem since he had bigger
issues than my marriage to contend with. Seems he’s been playing free and loose
with investors’ money and the feds were playing host, and last I heard Sabrina
was in Switzerland.

It was a trying day; it always is when you’re dealing with
people who didn’t want to accept facts. Who didn’t want to move on when it was
time. I was at the end stage of my last takeover and I guess it was still hard
for some of these good old boys to be shown up by the kid from the Bronx.
Forget my training and outstanding record at one of the nation’s leading
institutions, all they saw when they looked across a conference table at me was
a thug. It was always a pleasure rubbing my success in their faces, walking
away on top. I didn’t have an axe to grind there was no hidden grudge because
of my poor beginnings. No, it was just the satisfaction of knowing that I’d
proven them wrong. They hated everything about me. The fact that I hired street
kids as interns, or that I used my money to start little clubhouses for
children of lesser means, you see I didn’t just sign a check and put it away. I
was more hands-on than that. My wife and I reveled in our ability to make a
difference in the lives of some young kid who wouldn’t have had the opportunity
otherwise.

“Well I guess that’s it gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me I
have to be somewhere.” I got up to leave the table where I’d just signed the
deal to take over the company once run by my ex lover’s father. He hadn’t been
too thrilled with the way things had turned out but in the end it hadn’t really
been up to him. The board had decided and the electric bracelet the government
had clamped around his ankle until his trial begun in a few months pretty much
took whatever power he had away.