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I allow her to slide down my body and adjust my hard cock with a small groan. Bren smiles and bites her lip. Taking my hand, she pulls me towards the back of the garage, “Come on.”

She pushes open the door of the storeroom I’d forgotten about and pulls me through it before closing the door and locking thebolt. Her hands at my belt, she tugs at it before dropping to her knees.

“Bren?”

“Shh, I’m about to blow your mind,” she mutters before her hot mouth engulfs my cock.

“Jesus,” I hiss out, slapping my hands against the door above Bren’s head, panting slightly. My eyes cross as I breathe, trying not to blow my load.

Leaving one hand on the door, I thread the fingers of my other hand through Bren’s long blonde hair, tugging her head back slightly. I get a good look at my wet cock disappearing into her mouth with every bob of her head. “Fuuuck, Bren,” I whisper hoarsely as I gently rock my hips in sync with every suck that she makes. I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.

Her cheeks are slightly flushed, eyes heavy-lidded as she peers up at me through them, her lips stretched wide around my cock, lush and red, glistening slightly in the murky gloom of the room we are in. I know I’m not going to last long if we continue like this, and I’ll be damned if I come down her throat on the day we are basically getting married—not when I can come in her tight, hot, wet cunt instead. “So beautiful, baby, with your mouth wrapped around my cock,” I praise. Removing my hand from her hair, I grip my cock hard and remove myself from her mouth.

Bren scowls up at me with a pout. “I’m not coming in your mouth today, Bren,” I tell her, pulling her up and onto her feet. Turning her around, I put her hands on the door. “Keep them there,” I order her as I unsnap her jeans and pull them, along with her underwear, down her legs. Kneeling down behind her, I smile when I see the slight trail of wetness on her thighs. Running my finger through it and up to her pussy, I gently flickher clit. Bren whimpers slightly as I ask, “Did sucking my cock get you worked up, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispers huskily, rocking her hips slightly as I run my finger along her wet slit, gathering up her cream before going back to her clit. “Alec,” she wails as I work her clit, her hips rocking back and forth as she uses my hand to get her to where she needs to be.

“That’s right, baby, fuck my hand, use my fingers. I want you to come once, and then I’ll give you my cock,” I tell her. Reaching around her thighs with my free hand, I work her clit in hard circles, thrusting two of my fingers into her pulsing pussy. A smile takes my lips as Bren lets out a loud wail as she comes, walls clenching on my fingers, strangling them as she sobs against her fist to quieten her cries. I hate to let her know that if anyone was outside in the garage, they’d have heard her already.

Working my fingers gently out of her, I stand and thrust my rock-hard cock into her still slightly pulsing wet cunt, my hands grip her hips in a hard bruising hold as I drive my cock into her welcoming depths until pulse after pulse of cum leaves me coating her walls. Reaching around, I strum her clit again and Bren gasps as her hips that had stilled start to pump again as she comes one last time, her pussy contracting, pulling hard at my cock until I’ve nothing left and she’s a panting, sweating mess. Bren’s head is bowed with her forehead leaning against her fist on the door while the other grasps my wrist of the hand currently on her clit.

Leaning weakly against Bren’s back, my legs shaking from how hard I’ve just come, I wrap my arm tightly around her and pull her away from the door to lean against me. “Jesus, Bren,” I whisper, my lips against her damp temple.

Bren chuckles slightly, turning her head towards me, she kisses my throat, “Right back at you, Alec.”

We stand like that for a little while, wrapped up in each other as we come down from our sexual high until we have no choice but to move as my softening cock slips from her warm body. Pressing one last kiss to her temple, I release her and bend to pull up her underwear and jeans, turning her around to do them up before tucking myself away. Once we are tidy again, I wrap Bren back up in my arms for one last embrace before we have to go out and back to the real world.

“I suppose we’d better get to the clubhouse,” Bren grumbles before reluctantly pulling out of my arms and unbolting the door.

“Yeah,” I agree just as reluctantly; we both know we can’t stay in this little bubble much longer.

Holding hands, we leave the storeroom and walk back into the garage, coming to a halt when Reaper walks out the back door with Abby. Their eyes lock on the still-open door behind us; Abby starts to laugh, but Reaper looks fit to kill me. Well, there’s no hiding what we’ve been up to, not when we both have freshly fucked signs all over us, especially with Bren’s hair looking like it does from where I’d been tugging and running my fingers through it. Pulling the door closed with an audible thunk that makes Bren snort and then start to giggle at being caught.

“Stop it,” Abby pushes Reaper’s shoulder with a laugh, “They’re adults and have a baby together. Plus, it’s not like we haven’t made use of that room.”

“Eww, Mum,” Bren groans out, shuddering, “I didn’t need to know that.”

Abby, still laughing, says, “Oh, stop! Where do you think you come from?”

The look on her face at the realisation of what she just said has us all laughing.

“Umm, we were gifted to you by Maura,” Bren splutters out, laughing hard.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Abby snorts, “I sometimes forget I didn’t birth you.”

“I’m going to be scarred for life, though; you’ve just ruined the storeroom for me,” Bren shudders against me, once again closing her eyes as if that would stop the images.

“Now you know how I feel,” Reaper mutters, eyes still narrowed on me, but he allows a still-laughing Abby to pull him towards the clubhouse.

“Jesus, he’s going to kill me the next time he gets me in the ring,” I groan, rubbing a hand down my face.

Bren immediately stops laughing.

“He’d better bloody not,” Bren replies with a scowl, “I’m an adult and after tonight I’ll be your Old Lady. Dad really doesn’t have a say after that.”

“Baby,” I answer, running my hands through her hair to get it into a semblance of order before tilting her head up to me, “he’s your dad; he’s never going to be okay with some guy having sex with any of his girls, just like I won’t be when it comes to Lexi. But if he’s a good guy, we’ll deal. I’m still proving to your dad that I’m the guy for you, and that’s okay,” I assure her.

Bren frowns, “I don’t like it. Boys are so stupid.”

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