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“I can’t be president or VP. It wouldn’t be right.”
Opening her mouth, Delphi kept his gaze as she slowly put his dick in her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, working up and down his shaft. Brewer’s face pinched when she increased pressure, her cheeks hollowing as her head bobbed.
“All right, all right,” Brewer gasped, legs tense from holding in his release. “I’d like to be in the cabinet, but I don’t think I can handle either role. They’re both very important to the club.”
Delphi paused and his cock popped out of her mouth. “You might’ve never had the chance to be a leader, but you are one, Brewer. I’ve known it from the day I met you. Everyone listens to you. They respect you.” She pumped his dick in her hand. “If they’re not smart enough to elect you, that’s their fault. But you’re worthy, Brewer.” She placed a small kiss on his cock. “Very worthy.”
Crooking his finger to beckon her closer, Brewer watched while she unhurriedly crawled up the bed. She brushed his thighs with her breasts, teasing him. It was too much fun to see the lust take over his face.
“Dammit, woman, get up here. I need you now.” He grabbed Delphi’s hips, making her squeal when his long erection poked her ass. She wasn’t worried. No matter what they did, Brewer would always keep her safe. “You are my goddess, Delphi. I don’t deserve you, but I’m damned glad you’re here with me.”
She stroked his beard, the wiry curls reminding her of what they felt like against her pussy. “I think we’re both pretty lucky.”
He kissed down the side of her neck, flaring her desire. Her breasts ached to be touched. “Last time, then you have to get some sleep. I don’t want the owner to fall asleep in the soup.”
Delphi giggled but stopped when he guided his hard cock toward her entrance. Her mouth watered just thinking about the sensations he’d elicit in mere seconds. Her pussy quivered in excitement.
Lifting herself up, she grabbed his cock and sank down on him with a satisfied moan. Riding him was one of her favorite positions. There was just something about a warm, hard man between her legs that sent her heart racing. She rocked her hips and knew without a doubt, she’d never love anyone but Brewer.
CHAPTER41
BREWER
Election day camewith a giant ball of sunshine. Brewer swore it was the best spring day in years. Of course, that could’ve been partially due to the woman glued to his arm. She’d just finished up the dinner rush at the restaurant and hauled her sweet ass over to the clubhouse for the final tallies.
He fidgeted in his seat, the bottle of Guinness warming in his hands. Delphi squeezed his free hand three times, silently encouraging him. So far, he’d received a few head nods from the retired Macha bikers, Guz and Tiny Tim. They were the ones who’d announce the new cabinet. It was a Macha tradition, and one he both admired and feared.
“The last votes have been cast and counted.” Reaper said above the hum of the clubhouse. It was filled to the brim with bikers and their families. “I’d like to thank all of you for giving me the chance to be your president.” He motioned for his old lady, and Queenie parted the crowd to be next to him. “Queenie and I will tinker around the clubhouse until the new cabinet is in order, but we have plans to travel, so everybody behave.”
Laughter filled the air and momentarily lifted the tension. It wasn’t a populous race, but Brewer knew it was a close one.
Reaper pulled off his president patch and handed it to Guz. “It’s been my honor. May the goddess ride with you.”
Tears pricked Brewer’s eyes as he repeated the phrase. Looking over at Delphi, he noticed her wiping at her eyes along with many others women in attendance.
Guz unfolded a piece of paper and cleared his throat. “For the role of secretary and treasurer: Kevlar.”
The crowd remained silent. Only after the new president’s name would they react.
“For the role of sergeant at arms: Rubble.” Guz looked across the crowd. “For the role of vice president: Doc.”
Brewer’s stomach flipped and sweat formed on his brow. He couldn’t look at Delphi but felt her gaze on him.
“And for the role of president: Brewer.”
Macha’s clubhouse roared with cheers. A keg of beer flowed to Brewer’s left, and his brothers congratulated him, but he couldn’t move. He was too dumbfounded to know if he heard correctly or if his ears were playing tricks on him.
“Brewer!” Delphi tugged on his arm, snapping him back to reality. “You won, you beautiful man.” She kissed him passionately, whoops and catcalls directed their way.
Coming up for air, he grinned. It was all hitting him hard. He was Macha’s president. His heart fluttered like it had the first time he rode a Harley.
Reaper walked over to him and hugged him tight. “Well done, boyo. Your parents would be so proud. I can’t wait to see what you do with Macha.”
Brewer fought back tears and smiled. “Thank you, Reaper.” He hugged him tight. Even if he wasn’t ready for this kind of leadership, his club thought he could do the job and do it well.
Reaper let go and his brothers huddled around him, laughing and passing drinks around. Brewer managed to shake the hands of his fellow cabinet members between rounds.
“You’re the best choice for president,” Doc said above the crowd. “Being your second-in-command will be an honor.”
