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“That’s right, mama. Fuck, you look so gorgeous as you come. You come only for me, got it? Only when I let you. Because you’re mymamacita—and such a good one at that.”

Kordell’s praise washed over my slightly delirious mind as my orgasm started to fade, but he drove his cock into me faster and harder, and I lay there, taking it, exhausted from the night.

“P-please come. I wanna feel you inside me… ahhhh!” I moaned, and he covered my mouth again.

“Shut up! I’ll come when I’m ready, and I’m almost there! Don’t ruin it now, mama… fuck, you feel how hard you make me? You wanna see what happens when you make me this hard? Do you, my littleputa?” He snarled the last word, his actions becoming rougher.

Then, he groaned, and I felt my pussy start to fill with his warm cum. He thrust five deep final thrusts and then pulled out. Looking at me for a moment, he leaned forward and kissed me before he slid to the edge of the bed and threw me his old shirt.

“Use this to clean yourself. Don’t need you dripping all over my bed any more than you already are.”

His laugh filled the air as he turned toward the bathroom, and I saw him grab a towel and dry off his cock before fixing his hair.

He walked back out as I slid myself to the edge of his bed. He leaned down and started to put back on his pants.

“A-are you going somewhere?” I asked shakily.

He shook his head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back. Just going out to enjoy the party some more. You’re going to stay here. Take a shower and then wait for me in bed, mama. I’ll be back before you know it.” He grabbed a fresh shirt from his closet and then hung his jacket up before walking toward the door.

“B-but I can come with you, give me a few minutes—whoa!” I tried to stand, but my legs buckled, and I fell to the floor on my knees.

Kordell looked at me and laughed.

“You’re not going anywhere like that. Just relax. Take a few moments, then go shower, mama. Don’t sweat it. I’ll be back in a while.” And with that, he promptly left the room.

I took a few more minutes and got up and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and blushed. My body was COVERED in hickeys, and as I looked down, it even looked like I might have a few bruises forming. Has he really been that rough tonight? My face was a little more red than usual around my mouth this time too. Hopefully, that would fade by the morning, I didn’t really want people staring at me because of sex injuries.

I giggled to myself and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up before slipping inside. I carefully washed my body as quickly as I could before hopping out and drying off. I slid into my blue panties and one of his t-shirts before grabbing my phone and sliding into bed.

Falling asleep before he ever came back.

CHAPTER 13

ROSALIE

After the nightI’d spent at the clubhouse with Kordell, things had been moving steadily along. More clients at the custom shop over the next few days, going on cruises with Kordell on his bike. I even spent another night up there with him. That time, there weren’t nearly as many people there. My friends and I were all looking forward to the big drift night that upcoming weekend. Everything was going well.

I never knew our family would have something happen that would completely turn our world upside down. But it did, and it was devastating. And I didn’t know if Jayden would ever be okay again.

I tried to go over, but he just locked the doors and blared music. I tried to text him and call him, but he declined every call. Ignored every text. Eventually, I think he’d blocked me because my messages stopped saying Read on them. I tried to talk to Mom and Dad about him, but even they were being turned away. And even if Jayden and I had been in a rocky place growing up here and there, he always had Mom. He never pushed her away. I’d never seen her look so tired, so worried, except for the time Jayden had been in a coma from the car accident.

If anyone tried to get through to him, it was her. She even waited outside his door for a whole day at the beginning. He never let her inside. Never talked to her and let her know he was okay or what he needed. Jayden had fallen off the face of the earth, basically, but was in reality just a door down from me. It was like he didn’t want our help or our comfort. He wanted to fall into his sadness and made sure he had every second to do it.

It wasn’t until a week went by before I saw the door open for a moment as I was leaving for work. When Rachel showed up, he let her in, but all I saw was his arm as he closed the door. But at least he was alive, so that was something.

Dad postponed the event because of all of this. But I didn’t think any of us would have felt like driving anyway because of Jayden. I wished he would let me in. It was torture to be away from him like this when I knew he was hurting.

Kordell tried to tell me it was his own shit, let him deal with it like he wanted and to stay out of it. But he didn’t know my brother like I did. And us not trying would be so much worse for him than giving him space. So, I would keep texting him even if he didn't see them right now. And I would keep knocking on his door every morning, asking if he wanted to talk before I went to work, even if he never opened the door. Until the day he did reply or the day the door did swing open.

But as I stood, waiting outside his door after knocking and calling his name for the past five minutes, I knew today wouldn’t be that day. I sighed deeply and turned. Walking back up the road to my house, I got into my car and drove to work. I did have clients today, so coming in later would only make me stay later, and Kordell had said he was going to be home tonight, so that was something small to look forward to.

I walked into the custom shop and started to go over the list of work for today, making notes of the paint colors and types I would be mixing up and spraying. A new set of black rims withred brake pads. A chameleon-wrapped sports car. And lastly, getting an old classic sanded down for priming.

I decided to start with the car wrap, getting those big panels done first, then taking a break for the tire spray would be good. I’d end with the sanding; that way, there was no chance of getting rust fragments in the wrap or spray rooms.

I waved at Dad, who was elbow deep into rebuilding not one, not two, but FIVE engines, all at once. Dad threw himself into his work when he was trying to keep his mind off something. Just giving himself a project to focus on helped him get through hard times, he’d once told me.

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