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No, she didn’t and normally wouldn’t, but she was making a point. He might not be in uniform but as chief, he was on-call twenty-four-seven and this could be harassment if anyone pushed it. Even so, she kept her answer in a light, teasing tone, “You make Marc and Matt call you that.”
Max laughed dryly. “Just to bust their balls.”
She liked all the Brysons. They were decent people. And she couldn’t imagine they’d judge Trip or the rest of the BFMC unfairly. They occasionally came into the bar and they used to hang out there all the time when her father was alive and before the three Bryson brothers had wives and children.
They never had a problem with Pete, and they knew he was former BFMC. But then, he had no longer been wearing colors by the time Max, Matt and Marc were not only old enough to drink but had come home from the Marines.
“What are you all doing in town?” Max asked.
Before Trip could answer, Stella did. “We went on a long run to enjoy the day. Now we’re all hungry so we’re hitting up Dino’s.”
Trip answered anyway, which Stella was hoping to avoid. “Can’t come into town? When tax time rolls around, I’ll be payin’ my fair share. And since I will be, means we got every right to come into town.”
“Like I said, your granddaddy was a good man. Hope you took after him more than your father.”
Stella gave Trip a squeeze when he took a deep breath. He was winding up to let loose, and they needed to stay on Max’s good side.
If they kept shit cool, Max would eventually see the Fury wasn’t there to make trouble. That Trip was building a brotherhood, not a gang of heathens.
And Stella hoped to hell that was true. He needed to be careful on who he accepted amongst their ranks because it could get ugly really quick. And they did not need a repeat of history.
“You should bring Amanda out to Pete’s for a beer, Max. First round on me. Haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Heard you’re making changes.”
“Sure am. For the better.”
“Good to hear.” Max’s jaw worked a couple of times as he stared at her and Trip, which Stella pretty much figured was him sizing up Trip and also wondering why Stella was on the back of Trip’s bike. But in the end, he only gave them a nod and put the Explorer into Drive.
“We good?” Dutch asked the chief.
“We’re good,” Max answered, “as long as I don’t hear about any trouble.”
“If you do, it won’t be from us,” Dutch assured him.
Stella hoped to hell that remained true, too.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Max said as he gave Dutch a nod and drove away.
Once the Explorer pulled out of the lot and down Main Street in the opposite direction of Dino’s Diner, everyone began to breathe a bit easier.
“Ready for grub?” Ozzy yelled.
“Fuck yeah,” came from the guys as they dismounted from their sleds and headed toward the diner.
It was time to grub, and Stella was surprisingly hungry.
Must be all that fresh air, sunlight and having her arms wrapped around Trip.
Chapter Eighteen
Trip’s fingers flexed in Stella’s long, loose hair as her mouth pistoned his dick.
Jesus Fuck. He was going to lose it and he wanted to fuck her yet.
Hell, he’d wanted to fuck her all day. From the moment they’d woken up this morning to the whole time she was plastered to him on his sled during the run, and even watching her eat a huge slice of Dino’s famous Death by Chocolate cake.
He’d been drawn to her mouth every time she lifted her fork, opened it, and slid that moist cake between her lips, before licking off any remaining icing caught in the corners.
Those same lips currently circled his cock and were about to suck him dry.
He did not want to nut in her mouth. At least not this time. No, he’d been waiting all fucking day to fuck her and that’s what he was going to do.
But, fuck, could she suck.
His fingers twitched and his hips bucked a little when she squeezed the root so hard, the veins bulged. But when she began to stroke him with her tight hand as well as her wet, hot mouth, he had to cry mercy.
“Baby,” he groaned, tugging at her hair.
All she did was tip her light blue eyes up to him in response.
“Baby,” he groaned again, a little louder this time. “Not blowin’ in your mouth. Need to stop.”
With one last slide down and back up, she released the head of his dick with a wet pop.
Her face was flushed, her lips shiny, and her eyes held a promise that his nuts would be empty soon anyway as she went to her hands and knees.
Her tits were fuller now than when he first saw them and there was enough to not only catch his attention, but swing as she moved up his body, stopping when her knees were lined up with his hips.
