Chapter 22

Corbin

“I apologize for the office not being available right now,” I say to a woman standing with her son. “Give us five more minutes and you’ll be all set.”

“Just have an anxious kid ready to go,” the woman says.

I stare at her, blinking, wondering why the fuck did she have a kid if she can’t control it. Then again, her life is probably a fucking disaster. She hates her husband. Hates her house. Hates everything. Probably needs someone to bend her over and fuck her hard right in the ass. Make her feel like a useless whore for a little while.

“Mind if I give him something to tinker with?” I whisper to the woman as I lean closer to her.

Her cheeks turns bright red. “Uh…”

I step back and find a small wrench, a nut and a bolt.

I crouch down. “Here you go, kid. Start working a wrench now. It’s a good job.”

When I stand back up, Mom has the most fuck me in the ass eyes I’ve ever seen.

I can guarantee you right now her mom panties are soaked.

Back in the garage, I growl at Mutt to finish up the woman’s car.

“She’s pretty, huh?” Mutt whispers to me.

“Stop trying to fuck the customers,” I say to him.

The cleaning company is in the office, scrubbing the carpets, walls and desk.

The office needs it anyway.

I warned them of the dog waste smell and said a customer brought their dog into the office and the dog did their business all over.

Whatever it costs, I pay.

Money isn’t an issue. Money is never an issue.

I hang at the back of the garage and stretch my neck.

I’m not tired but I’m feeling last night for sure. I’ve had a taste. I’ve had a fuck.

Oh, darling, we’re on a roller coaster to hell and there’s no stopping it now.

I text my Katie girl.

How are you feeling today?

She’s got a minute to reply to me before I get pissed off and go looking for her.

I’m her top priority now in life.

Not her fucking bakery job. And certainly not her fucking fiancé.

It takes her all of twenty seconds to reply to me like a good girl.

Sore. Horny. I want more.

I groan in my throat.

She’s been so neglected for so long. She’s opening herself up. Finally.

I want to see your tit. I want to see the mark I left.

I look forward and watch as Mutt talks to the woman with the kid.

Her car is done and Mutt is trying to flirt.

She grabs her keys from Mutt and looks my way.

When she tries to take the wrench and nut and bolt from her brat of a son, the kid throws a fit. I’d just let the kid take the stuff but he throws it to the ground instead.

My phone vibrates and my attention drops back to my phone.

I’m now staring at my Katie’s left tit.

I sigh and growl once more.

Her fucking tit is delicious, perfect, and has my teeth marks beautifully executed into her soft, sweet skin. That mark will remain for a long time now for sure. In days it’ll grow. It’ll be red, purple, yellow… almost as though I’ve tattooed her.

Does it hurt?

My text more of a test than an actual question.

My Katie replies right away.

You would never hurt me.

I squeeze my phone so hard I expect the screen to shatter.

I lick my lips and I can taste her tit. Her body. Her sweet cunt.

Mutt whistles for me.

I tuck my phone into my back pocket and approach him.

“That one was a bitch,” Mutt says with a laugh.

I swing my right fist and clock Mutt right in the mouth.

Not hard, but hard enough to draw blood and send him down to his ass.

“That’s a paying customer, you fucking moron,” I growl at him. “Quit trying to stick your dick in everything. You’re an ugly fuck, you know that? One of these days someone is going to file a complaint and it’s going to kill this business. Then what?”

Mutt rubs his cheek. Tears are in his eyes.

“It was just shop talk, Corbin, that’s all,” Mutt whispers.

“Go wash the blood out of your mouth,” I say. “Jerk off too if you have to. You sick fucker.”

I step over my cousin.

As I move toward the wall where we have the work orders lined up, I see a car pull into the lot.

It catches my attention right away.

It’s a very familiar car.

In fact…

I grit my teeth, ready to deal out some punishment to my Katie girl.

Because it’s her fucking car pulling into the lot right now. In the middle of a work day. In the middle of my day.

I take two steps from the garage and freeze in place.

My Katie girl isn’t driving her car right now.

Her fucking fiancé is.