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Pride swelled within my chest. My girl had no clue how fucking amazing she truly was.
“Stella suffered trying to protect the women in our care. She made sure we wouldn’t fail. That took more balls than any of us at this table have, so I wholeheartedly second Beast’s motion.”
When Tweak finished, there wasn’t a man sitting at the table with dry eyes. Outlaw bikers were moved by the bravery of my woman. I wished she were here to see it, able to see the pride on her father’s face.
“Yes, well…” Ryder coughed. “Show of hands.”
Hands flew into the air and Ryder smacked his gavel down sealing Stel’s fate. My girl was to be a Devil. Something I knew she’d always been at her heart.
“I need a beer,” Mad Dog muttered and clapped me on the shoulder on his way out.
He wasn’t the only one who needed something to take the edge off his emotions. It had been hours since I’d laid a hand on my girl. Besides, she could use a break. She’d been working hard all morning and now she’d have me to help her catch up.
When I went downstairs, I found her bent over the front of a ’66 Mustang. The left strap of her overalls had slid over her shoulder, revealing the white tank top she wore beneath. Fuck me, there was no bra strap beneath it, either. My mouth watered. I’d always wanted to fuck her against the hood of a car.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled, wiping a hand across her brow, leaving a trail of sand behind. God, she was beautiful.
My feet moved of their own accord toward the only thing I’d ever coveted. Stella McKenzie. Soon to be Stella Clayton if I had anything to say about it.
She turned around, and I grabbed her by the hips, setting her on the hood.
“What are you doing?”
Her voice had that breathless quality she got whenever she was turned on. I fucking loved that shit.
“Taking what’s mine.”
It was the god’s honest truth. She’d been mine since we were kids and now that we were grown that hadn’t changed.
My lips grazed her neck, and she tipped her head back to give me better access, a moan escaping her lips. Against the front of my jeans my cock jumped, itching to be nestled in her heat.
Her hands bunched in my shirt, her nails digging in, as I pushed the straps of her overalls down. When I reached her waist, I searched for the hem of her tank top, yanking it up to bare her rosy nipples to my waiting mouth.
She gasped as I sucked the stiff peak, her sweet taste filling my mouth.
Over the heavy metal that played in the background, I heard Tweak shout, “What the fuck, Stwitch!”
My lips left her nipple long enough to shout, “Fuck off,” before losing myself in her delectable flesh.
“Fine! But when I get back, we’re setting up some fucking ground rules for the shop!”
Stel laughed as he walked away, the sound vibrating the nipple I had a hold of. I pulled her closer, tugging on her coveralls. Her laugh faded to a moan as she lifted her ass up to let me slide them off. I released her and took a step back to have a look.
Fuck me. She sat on the hood, her tank top was around her neck, her nipple stiff and wet from my attention, a bit of black lace covering her pussy. She was a goddess. Every man’s wet dream come to life.
My finger hooked the lace and tore one side of it.
“Hey!”
“You won’t be needing these,” I said as I tore the other side, revealing her perfect pink pussy.
My hand slid up her stomach to her chest and pushed her back against the hood. Fuck yeah. Her heels pressed into the hood on either side of me as I leaned forward. She tasted of heaven, sweet and tangy.
She writhed against the hood, her hands absently digging in as I ate her out, her moans turning into screams. Her juices hit my tongue as she came, and I eagerly licked her pussy, trying to soak up every last drop. She was fucking delicious.
She grabbed my hair, her legs shaking as she pulled. I looked up at her molten honey eyes.
“Get up here and fuck me.”
