Wrench - Steele Riders

“Never again, Dash.”EpilogueWrenchTwo years later“I want it candy apple—” I stop talking to Frank when I spot the sexiest woman alive strolling through my garage like she owns this place.

“Get out,” I snarl at Frank then to all the guys. “Early lunch,” I bark out.

Tools drop and I can hear movement all around. They know damn well that tone means I’m on edge and someone’s about to get it good. I growl as she approaches like a damn wild animal.

Mackenzie cocks her brow up at me with a mischievous grin as if I’m not going to spank her ass for coming in dressed like that. Her hair up in a messy bun, letting some strands dance around her face and neck. A pair of tiny shorts barely visible under my red and black flannel buttoned just to the top of her cleavage, driving me nuts.

“You don’t have to make them leave,” she says so sweetly, pressing her hands against my chest. I set down the tablet then slide my hand around the back of her neck, my fingers teasing her scalp.

“Boys, out now.” This time I hear the garage door lower and the side door clicking closed. I’d fuck her back here, but this isn’t my workstation, and my jealousy won’t allow my wife’s pussy to grace anyone else’s station. The territorial rush surging through me intensifies at the image of her sweetness on their stuff.

Taking her by the hand, I lead her up to my office where I’m going to spend my lunch feasting on her. The second we’re inside, I close and lock the door.

“Strip,” I command, lifting my plain gray tee shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor.

“We need to talk,” she says, kicking off her sandals and unbuttoning the flannel. Her large breasts held up by a black bra that barely covers her nipples. Damn it, I’m hard up just staring at the picture she presents. I bite my bottom lip as I drink in the sight.

“About what?” I manage to get out even though my mind on one thing.

“About us.”

I freeze. A rush of panic and anger fills me. “Are you thinking of running again?”

“No. Of course not.”

I let out a harsh breath and cross my arms. “Good because I’ll drag your ass back. Now continue stripping.” She pops the button on those itty bitty shorts, sliding them down with her panties. I let out a deep groan.

“Bend over, Dash. I’m going to fuck you hard. Can you handle that?” I grunt against the underside of her ear. She shivers, backing up her ass to graze my bulge. Her need has become insatiable with every baby we have. I just know she’s pregnant again.

She turns and places her “Yes, but I should tell you—”

“Am I not going to like what you have to say?” I swat her ass for good measure.

“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure.” Now she’s scaring me. I spin her around, cupping her cheek and staring into her beautiful face.

“Are you sick?”

“No.”

My heart races as I consider the next question. “Are you not in love with me anymore?”

She runs her hands over my chest, feeling my heart lose control. “I’ll always love you.”

“Then what is it?”

“I think we’re going to need to expand the house.” She looks up at my sheepishly, but I’m doing cartwheels in my mind.

“Because you’re having another one of my babies?” I question, rubbing my cock on her pussy.

“Yes,” she moans with eyes closed.

“I’ll contact Jackson tonight.” I smile as I stuff my cock deep inside her pussy, slamming in and out as I kiss my wife until we’re both a creamy sated mess.

Holding her close, I think about the news. A baby’s a blessing. I still want a dozen of them, but I’ll settle for as many as she wants to give me.

An hour later, I had Jackson on the phone. I’ll give my wife anything and everything as she gives me a family.Twenty years laterWrench“Dad, is this right?” He shows me what he’s working on. I can’t help but smile at his dedication.

My son is following in my footsteps, he’s in the middle of rebuilding an engine. It’s nowhere near easy, but he’s been going to school for automotive engineering along with working here in the shop since he was ten. He’s on a two-week break for the holidays

“You got it, son. It looks good. You’re almost halfway there.”

“Uh oh,” he grumbles, picking up his towel and wiping his hands while staring at the front.

“What is it?” I ask as I follow his gaze.

“Trouble.” He stares toward the door. Standing there is Vanessa’s daughter, Vivian. She’s a cute girl, and it seems a pain in the ass for my boy. She’s too young, but she’s always around him. Finding any reason to come around when he’s in town. Everyone knows that she has a crush on him which irritates him.