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“Come,” I tell her. “Come, Stella.”
“Make me,” she pants.
I deliberate for one second, then mutter. “Fuck it.”
I don’t think. I shove my hand over hers between her legs and take over as she slides her hand out. Her pussy is bare, hot and fucking wet. She’s so fucking wet. If I don’t penetrate, that’s not really crossing any lines…
I swirl my fingers through her heat and then coast my fingers over her clit. She bucks, spreading her legs wider as I flick that hot bud, suckling her nipple harder as the color on her cheeks darkens. She goes completely silent for a second, then she cries out the most sexy loud noise I’ve ever heard as she comes all over my fingers.
I ride her through it, not penetrating, as I suck so hard, I know the line between pleasure and pain has been crossed. But she encourages me until she’s spent.
Her eyes snapping open, she stares at me. “I’ve never come like that before. Never. Not even with a toy.”
I’m panting too, my dick leaking in my pants and my cock so hard, it feels like a fucking nuclear missile.
It’s then my dispatch alarms and I step back.Fuck.I quickly take the call as I walk out of the kitchen, passing by Calli who’s lying down with her head on her paws.
I’m being called away. It’s a fucking sign, that’s what it is. Okay, my cock doesn’t think so, but I lost my mind for a second there, and now I need to fucking leave.
I just made Stella orgasm, and if I had my way, I’d drop to my knees and lick up every single drop from that sweet cunt.
When I’m done with the dispatcher, I face the wall in the next room, trying to get a handle on my breathing. Then I bring my fingers to my nose and I almost shoot my load. Her fucking essence. Jesus Christ. She’s something else. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them, needing to taste her, too. I crack my neck and roll my shoulders because I have to fucking go.
I have to leave her alone and deal with my aching cock later tonight.
Adjusting myself again, I turn and find her in the same position in the kitchen; still sitting on the bench, her tits out, and her legs spread. I walk over, loosen her shirt so it falls over herbreasts to cover them. She’s still breathing heavy, and while my heart is racing as well, I’m a master at composing myself.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“You’re a fucking treasure, promise me you won’t forget that.”
“You say that like you’re going and never coming back.” I don’t like the pain I see in her eyes.
“I never said that. But the Rebels hate me.”
“I’m a Rebel, and I don’t hate you.”
I give her a soft smile. “That may be so, but the facts are still the same. I don’t want to come between you and your family.”
She parts her lips, but I place a finger over them. I want her to know it’s hard for me to leave and I don’t want to, but I can’t tell her that. By giving her that information, it means I’m giving her false hope. I don’t even know what I’m capable of, but a relationship? That’s what a woman like Stella deserves and what she wants, but that means her world would change. And I can’t do that to her. Despite what she says, it won’t be okay, and it’ll be just another reason for the Rebels to throw her out of the club. I don’t give a shit what they do to me, but I do care about her, and jeopardizing what she’s worked hard for doesn’t sit well with me. I may not agree with it or even like it, but that’s her decision, not mine.
I reach up and kiss her on the forehead. “Goodnight, Stella. Sleep tight.”
As I close my eyes and squeeze them for a second, I take in her sweet vanilla scent. I wish things could be different, I really fucking do, but I’ve already done enough damage. I turn, calling Calli as I go. She jumps up and follows me down the stairs as I exit the shop, locking the door behind me. Damn it. I need to tell her to bolt the door.
I walk back to my car, let Calli in first, then climb in. I have to go, but it’s not an emergency, just a noise disturbance. I’ll get to it.
I slam my hands against the wheel.Fucking stupid!Why the fuck did I do that?
Now I have Stella in my veins, and that is a very dumb, rookie mistake.
Calli whimpers, and I turn to look at her concerned face. I soften my gaze, then pet her head. “Sorry, girl. Dad’s just a little frustrated and mad at himself.”
She relaxes when I scratch her head. Pulling out my phone, I text Stella.
Me
Don’t forget to bolt your door
