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“Yeah, I bought a house a few months back. You can look at it whenever, just let me know when you want to come over,” I answer all of her questions back with the exception of one. I don’t really need the extra income. Plus, I don’t want her to pay me. If I have it my way she won’t be living there long.

“Can we go after the party tonight?” she asks excitedly. Her face is lite up, no longer looking out in the distance and seeming miles away. I want that smile permanently on her face. Her father may be my friend and I probably shouldn’t be having all of these inappropriate thoughts about Cheyenne since she’s been back in town. Fucked if I care though. Our age has nothing to do with this.

“Works for me. I better go help your dad man the grill before he burns all of the meat,” I say with a chuckle.

She laughs and reaches up on her toes, her arms go around my shoulders and I bring my arms around her body and pull her into me, hugging her again. I don’t want to let her go, not now, and not ever.

We pull away from each other and I watch as she walks towards the kitchen, her body is perfect. She’s shorter than my six-foot frame, curves in all the right place. Her ass is enough to fill the palms of my hand, and, in those cut off shorts of hers, they make me growl under my breath. If she bent over, her ass cheeks would hang out and something primal inside of me doesn’t want anyone to see what’s meant to be mine.

As I walk back towards Phil, he’s watching me. I see a flicker of anger before he shakes it off and turns to talk to another guy that is belly up by the built-in outdoor kitchen.

It’s not hard to see that I want Cheyenne. In fact I’m not keeping it a secret from Phil. As soon as he has a spare minute,. I’ll be letting him know Cheyenne and I will be a thing. I’m too old to keep her a secret and I want the world to know she’s with me.

3

Cheyenne

The party finally dies down and I go to my father and let him know I’m leaving with Jase.

“Be careful, Chey- Chey,” he murmurs as I hug him. I stop in my tracks, my body freezing where it’s at. He hasn’t called me that since I was a little girl. Before his sole goal was building his career. It brings tears to my eyes, but I blink them away before they reappear. My dad was a great father before Adam’s Car Dealership became a successful car dealership. Somehow along the way it became his life and I was an afterthought. It hurt more than I could describe.

“Always, Pops,” I say as I turn to leave. I walk towards Jase’s truck. It’s all black. The body, the wheels, and the window tint. It fits him perfectly.

He opens the passenger side door for me and helps me inside, not allowing me to use the side steps to get in. His hands are on my hips and I’m finding I don’t want his hands to ever leave my body. I put my seatbelt on once I’m seated and he hurries to the other side of the truck and jumps in, starts the engine, and we make our way toward his shop.

It only takes about fifteen minutes from my parents’ house. Jase made sure not to put his car body shop too far away from my dad’s dealership, even though he wanted to go into business with Jase.

Jase being Jase didn’t want that though. He wanted to make it on his own. My independence streak may be pretty wide, but I’m pretty sure Jase’s beats mine by a landslide. His building is red in brick and has a sign above the garage doors that says J’s Auto Body Repair Shop. The doors are glass and I can see it’s full. He does complete restores all the way down to fender benders.

We both hop out of the truck and he reaches for my hand as we come to the front of the truck. His hand engulfs mine and the magnetic pull we have gives me tingles all over. I plaster a smile on my face as he leads me up to the door on the side of the building. He unlocks the door and walks in front of me and up the stairs. I have a delicious view of his body. My steps falter as I watch him move fluidly up the stairs. He senses I’m not with him and stops in his tracks. He turns his body and catches me checking him out. I’m caught and the shyness inside me shows, the redness I can feel creeping up on my cheeks that always carries down to my chest.


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