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She nods, looking up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You know none of them fucking mattered. Nothing I’ve done before this fucking meant anything.”

She gives me a shy smile. “Was it good for you?”

I smirk. “Yeah, Bexley.” I sit up. “Come on. I’m sure you’ve got some bleeding going on. We need a shower.”

She blushes. “God, just throw it out there.”

“What? It’s life. Who gives a shit?” I walk into the bathroom, pulling back the shower curtain and turning on the water as she walks in. “After you.” I gesture. She smiles, stepping in.

The house is outdated. This bathroom could really use a remodel, but she doesn’t seem to care. I got a good deal on it since it was a foreclosure. It came as is, though. Figured it could be a weekend project or some shit. The stuff I can’t do I’ll just hire someone.

Bexley wraps her hair up so it doesn’t get wet, and she grabs the soap, washing her body before handing it to me. I rub my chest with it, looking down the length of her as suds run over her skin.

God, she’s beautiful. I’m getting hard just standing in front of her.

She notices. “You wanna go again?”

I look down, rubbing my soapy hand over my cock. “Can you?”

“Eh, kinda sore. But I could try something else?”

I lift a brow. “You wanna give me a blow job?”

She licks her lips, looking shy. It’s cute as hell.

“Be my guest,” I say. She moves us so I’m under the water, rinsing the soap off of me. She bends, going down on her knees. “Wait,” I say. I reach and grab a washcloth from the cabinet beside the shower and toss it down. “Your knees will thank me.” I wink.

She smirks, grabbing it and putting in under her knees. Her small hand wraps around my dick, and as soon as her mouth opens to let me in, I flex my hips, groaning in satisfaction. “Pretend it’s a Popsicle on a hot summer day, and I’ll come in minutes,” I tell her.

She smiles over my cock, and I moan.

“God, girl. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I grasp her pulled up hair.

Bexley does what I say or either she’s done this before. She sucks me until my knees want to give out, and I explode in her mouth, which results in a scrunched up nose from her. I laugh as she stands and puts her face under the water, clearly not swallowing.

“That’s pretty fucking gross,” she says.

“Eh, you’ll get used to it.” I smack her ass and kiss her forehead. “Come on. Let’s ride for a while.”

After we dress and I lock the house up, we climb back in the truck. I reach over, grabbing a joint out of the glove compartment. Bexley watches me intriguingly. “What are you doing?” she asks.

“What does it look like?” I reply, lighting the weed.

Her tongue goes to the roof of her mouth in curiosity.

“Want a hit?’ I ask.

She reaches for it. I hold my finger up. Taking another toke, I grab her chin, pull her face to mine, and blow into her mouth. “Hold it in,” I tell her. She does and then releases on a cough.

I smile at her, start the truck, and place the joint between my lips. I roll the window down—enough to keep the smell out—before reaching up and turning the knob on the stereo when I hear Bone Thugs-N-Harmony saying it’s the first of the month.

We cruise down the road, and I let Bexley hit the joint one more time before I toss the thing. She grins and I’m pretty sure she’s buzzed.

I laugh. “You high?”

“I don’t know,” she says, giggling.

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