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“FUCK!” I growled out, slamming even harder into this bitch’s pussy, making her sheets a mess below us as the squelching sound of being fucked and my balls slamming against her almost drowned out her moans.

I was in the middle of screwing a good-looking bitch, but Rosalie kept creeping back into my mind. I shouldn't be thinking about a girl who just dumped my ass. Fuck her. I had to stop thinking about her and just enjoy being able to do what I wantedwith who I wanted now. I pushed my thoughts of Rosalie to the farthest place of my mind again, and focused on coming all over this bitch’s body.

At some point, I was pretty sure her moans turned into whimpers, and I was probably going too hard. Yet when I slid my dick out of her, pulling her up as I kissed her neck, my dick twitched at the dirty moans coming from her mouth as I moved my lips across her skin. I flipped her over onto her stomach. She laughed and tried to crawl away. I growled and gripped the sides of her hips, pulling her ass up while shoving her head down. I smacked her ass, enjoying the sight of it jiggling as I held my dick and got it ready. I slammed my dick back inside her with a moan, giving zero fucks about how she was feeling. Usually making my girl come first was a must for me, but not tonight. I needed this release, and I was going to get it.

Except when she threw her head toward the ceiling and cried out as her orgasm hit, I felt her tighten around me, making me groan as I yanked my dick out and shot my load all down her back. I stood there a minute before giving her ass a hard smack, feeling the sting in my hand as I saw her ass cheeks clench.

I smirked. Damn, I needed that. I looked around the room, spotting a second door on the wall near us, and asked, “Your shower behind the door over there?”

She turned to look at me and weakly nodded, her lips curving into a sexy smirk as she panted, trying to catch her breath. I walked in and took a quick rinse. The hot water helped to cool my mind off from the night. I was just about done when I felt her soft hands reach around from behind and travel up my abs to my pecs.

“Are you able to do a second round? Or are you more of a one-shot guy?” she cooed from behind, her lips barely grazing my shoulder blade.

I turned and gripped her neck, forcing her to her knees on the shower floor. Gripping my dick, I tapped it on her lower lip. “Wanna find out? Sayah, girl.”

She blinked up at me through tiny droplets of water sprayed on her face before smiling and opening her mouth like the good dirty little slut for me that she was. I shoved my dick inside her mouth and used her throat to clean my dick. I gripped the sides of her face and fucked her until I came a second time tonight, deep at the back of her throat.

Then I left her ass there in the shower while I got dressed. “I’ll see myself out,” I called toward the bathroom and left.

Walking back to my place, my mind was still full of frustration from the one girl I couldn't get out of my head.

Rosalie.

CHAPTER 21

ROSALIE

The next morning,I was at the customs before the sun came up. Thoughts about everything that happened last night with AJ filled my mind, but this morning was all about Dad. I had driven down the street as the sun peeked over the mountains in the Viper to the gas station and filled her up.

When I got back, I parked her in the center show area of the customs floor, where all the display lights were lit up. Something we did for customers picking up their custom vehicles because it really showed off their vehicle's new paint colors or modifications. Reece had agreed to stand outside the shop doors so he could stop Dad before he pulled his car in. Which, as I glanced up at the clock to check the time, should be any minute now. I was nervous and excited to see his reaction.

As I peered over at his car one more time, making sure every detail was clean and perfect, my nerves hit me a little more. Dad intentionally destroyed his car when he was full of guilt and anger from our accident, but he did it where its body would be kept safe. He could have just taken it to the junkyard, but he didn’t. I nodded to myself. He had to be happy about this. Suddenly, Dad’s voice broke through the silence of the morning.

“We have a client coming this morning? I don’t remember a pick-up.” He rounded the corner, talking to Reece, and I turned around with a big smile on my face. With my back toward his car, I stepped to the side, showing it completely. Just like Dad did for his customers.

“Mr. Wells, your Viper is ready for pick-up!” I got out and stood there, my heart literally pounding in my chest, waiting for his reaction. Dad’s face was a mix of shock and pain. Wait. Was that a small smile for a moment?

“I found out what you did to your Viper up at the Woodard ranch… And I had them bring it down. I’ve been working on it in secret for the past month out in the warehouse across the way. Don’t be mad…” I trailed off, nervous now, as Dad slowly walked around it, stopping at the driver’s door.

I held my breath as I watched him reach for the handle and pull it open. He bent down and looked inside, touching the dash where his photo of Mom sat exactly where it always did. His expression mixed with emotions, but his eyes were a little more glossy than they were a minute ago as he looked around the inside.

“This is my car.” It wasn’t a question, but I still nodded, fidgeting with the edges of the sleeves on my jacket as I kept waiting for him to say something more.

“Mmmhmm.” He stood fully back up and walked over to me. I froze, not sure what to expect when he tugged me into his arms. I relaxed and hugged him back as he kissed the top of my head.

“I can’t believe it. My girl rebuilt my car… Rosalie, I don’t know what to say… I’m so proud of you for being able to do this, it blows my mind.” Dad held me back out at arm’s length and stared at me. “I have zero doubts now that one day, when I pass on, you will be the best person to leave it to, Rosalie. Anyone going out of their way to rebuild a car that means so much tosomeone… I couldn’t ask for a better daughter to take over the family business one day.”

Gosh, dang it, now I was going to cry because while Dad had never been stingy with praise, this was something so different. There were only four things that really mattered to Dad. Mom, Jayden, myself, and the customs shop. Dad telling me he would be proud to leave it to me to run one day was… it was the ultimate praise I could ever hope to hear from him.

“Rosalie, don’t cry, honey.” Dad chuckled. “I love it! You did a great job. I can’t even tell that it was rebuilt. It’s almost like me smashing the heck out of it never happened.” I rubbed my face with my jacket sleeve.

“It… it even runs too… promise.” I kept back a sniffle, and Dad’s grin grew even wider.

“Does it now? Then how about you and I go get some breakfast at the diner we used to go to all the time when you and Jayden were little? Reece can keep the shop going for a couple hours on his own.” My heart filled with happiness, and I smiled lovingly at Dad.

“That sounds awesome!” I got out, and Dad walked over to the Viper and slid in.

“Well, then, hop in and let's go!” he yelled as he turned over the car. It roared to life, echoing all around the shop. Reece smiled and nodded as I jogged over and hopped into the passenger seat.

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