Chapter 24

Corbin

If I had the time I would have jerked off into my palm before shaking hands with my Katie girl’s fiancé.

Being so close to this guy—Chad—has my rage at a level I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop thinking about this guy using my Katie girl. Because that’s what he’s doing to her. Using her for the emotion of love and not actually committing to it.

Engaged?

Are you fucking kidding me?

The day I slide a ring onto my Katie girl’s finger is the day we get married. Engaged and married all in the same shot. She’s not meant to be engaged. She’s meant to be a wife. My fucking wife.

I picture my Katie girl tied up in my closet.

I picture my Katie girl in the back seat of her car.

“Hope you can help me out here, partner,” Chad says to me.

And to make things worse, the guy uses the word partner.

I want to slam his head into the fucking windshield.

Instead, I stare him down and walk toward the familiar car.

I touch the exact spot on the car where I first pinned my Katie girl up against it.

What Chad doesn’t know is that his sex life is officially done. He’ll never truly fuck his fiancée again.

I look at the back seat.

There are clear as day stains.

Fucking wet cunt stains from the night before.

“I think it might have a leak in it,” Chad says. “From the rain last night? Hell of a storm I guess blew through. I was a little under the weather so I slept right through it.”

I look at him. “Better not get me sick, man.”

“No, not that kind of under the weather. Truth be told, I was hungover. Had friends over the night before last and I hit the wine too hard.”

I nod.

That was the night I showed up and had my Katie girl come outside.

I tongue fucked her cunt and ate her clit for dessert before sending her back inside.

“Well, I’ll take a look for you,” I say to Chad.

“I noticed something at the left front bumper too. Can’t tell if my fiancée hit something or not. Women drivers, right?”

Did this motherfucker just insult my Katie girl?

I’m a second from knocking Chad out when Mutt wanders out from the garage.

“That right there?” Mutt calls out. “The front quarter panel? Watch this…”

Mutt steps up the front of the car and gives it a swift kick, knocking the quarter panel back in place.

My best guess here is that last night after taking my cock, coming so hard and being sent home naked and wet, my Katie girl bumped into a curb and probably broke one of the small clips that held this piece in place.

“Looks fine now, don’t it?” Mutt asks.

“Well, if I knew it was that easy,” Chad says.

“These things are just giant erector sets.”

“Mutt, thanks,” I say, my eyes wide.

“Hope the water issue is just as easy,” Chad says. “I’m just concerned for the safety of the car. Want to get her a new one, but damn, if she drives like this…”

“I don’t see a problem with the driving at all,” I blurt out. “A car is a car. Anything can happen at any time. Where did you notice the water?”

“Back seat,” Chad says.

This guy is fucking clueless. His fiancée’s cum is all over the seat and he thinks it’s from the rain.

“I’ll take care of it for you,” I say. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I appreciate that. I’m heading out of town for business for a couple nights and I want to make sure her car is reliable.”

“That’s good,” I say. “Smart.”

I realize from that moment on I’m kind of just staring Chad down.

Running it all through my head.

You know—snapping his neck in half. Going on the run with my Katie girl. Getting caught. Going back on trial. Getting another guilty verdict. Serving the rest of my life in prison.

“Tell you what,” I say. “If you got a few minutes to spare, I’ll take a look right now for you. I’ll pull the car in and go over on the spot. If it’s something obvious… you know?”

“That would be amazing,” Chad says.

He offers his hand to me again.

I shake it.

This time, I add just a little more pressure.

Chad’s eyes are laced with fear and begin to well up with tears.

I release my grip and turn away from him.

This motherfucker… I really want him to hurt.

I’m in the back seat of the car where I fucked my Katie girl just hours ago.

Chad has wandered off, eyes glued to his fucking cellphone. Too bad he didn’t care as much about his fiancée’s cunt as he did his fantasy sports teams or whatever the fuck he’s doing right now.

I sit on the seat in the back of the car and I touch the spot that’s dried.

Right now it’s merely a stain. A memory that I’ll never forget and maybe someday a memory Chad will come to learn about.

It makes me laugh to think about destroying that fucking loser.

He doesn’t deserve my Katie girl and he never will.

He’ll never have her forever. Even his time of for now is up.

I touch the stain on the back seat.

I then look around, making sure nobody can see me.

Christ, Corbin, really?

I know. I just can’t help myself.

I lower my nose down to the seat and take a deep breath.

My god it smells like her cunt.

I close my eyes and feel my cock throbbing inside my jeans.

The smell of my Katie girl’s pulsing, wet cunt…

I pop back up, reach up and push at the roof of the car. Then I climb out.

I open the front door and sit behind the wheel.

I look around. Touch a few things.

Then I start the car and back it out of the garage.

The plan now is simple. As much as I want to slit Chad’s throat and end this charade of a fucking life he has, I’m savoring this way too much.

So I’ll just bullshit him and let him know that I found a small piece missing in the back seat. I’ll call it a back corner coupler. Something fancy. I won’t charge him either.

Hey, why screw over local people, right?

I’ll just screw his fiancée.

Oh, fuck yes, my Katie girl will be hearing from me very soon.