"What did I fucking do to deserve this," the man beside me mutters as we stand loading my rental's trunk.

"From what I understand you got an attitude with all your little UK buddies so they left your ass. You're not twenty—five nor do you have a US driver's license so you can't rent a car. The real question is what did I do to Regal to deserve you?"

A sneer is my only answer.

"Get in the car," I sigh. "We have a couple hour drive ahead of us."

"Whatever you say," he growls.

"Whoever you are up there," I glance skyward. "I'm going to need some strength of will and some patience."

"Who are ya talking to?"

"The universe," I mutter, fiddling with the radio. Finding a station, I put the car in drive. Humming along with the song, I try to ignore the sullen man beside me. "The very attractive sullen man," I muse. "Get over yourself Gypsy. There is a decade age difference. He's at the beginning of his career, I'm in this weird transitioning phase out of active wrestling into a more stable backstage role."

Pete reaching over to turn the radio off pulls me from my thoughts.

"I'm not listening ta that shit the whole drive," he states when I glance over at him.

"Plus he's a complete asshole." "Whatever keeps you quiet," I mutter.

X

"What are ya doin'," Pete grumbles as I pull off the highway.

"Need gas. And I need the little girl's room. This coffee is running right through me."

"Hold it. I want ta get there quickly."

"Still need gas. It will be five minutes tops," I state pulling into the station.

"Make it fast," he mutters.

"It will go faster if you help. Fill it up," I mutter, holding my credit card between us.

"Fine," he mutters, snatching the card.

"Check the fluid levels too, please. It's running a little hot."

"Anythin' else?"

"Nope."

"It's about time," Pete growls as I approach the car.

"Got you some water," I toss the large bottle at him. "You're welcome. What about the car?"

"It's fine. Can we go?"

"Sure. Can I ask you a question?"

He stares at me blankly as I pull out of the parking lot.

"Is this your usual attitude or is there something going on?"

"That's none of yer fucking business."

"Something is going on," I nod. "Good to know. Just don't be an asshole for too long."

"Shut up."

X

"Can you do something other than growl and grumble under your breath?"

It has been thirty minutes of complete silence inside the car and it was driving me completely insane.

"No."

"Just fucking talk. I really don't care about what but I can't continue in silence."

"No."

"Then let me turn the radio back on."

"No."

"Why are you being such a bastard?"

"Why are ya such a bitch?"

"Because you are being an asshole right now."

"I'm an asshole because a cheating whore made me this way," he snaps. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes the confession he just made.

I swallow back the questions on the tip of my tongue, glancing at the man.

"Suddenly yer silent."

"How long ago," I question quietly.

"Two weeks," he huffs.

"I'm…"

"I don't need yer pity."

A loud pop from under the hood takes my attention from the man as the car loses all power. Coasting to the side of the road, I swallow a groan as I stare at the smoke billowing from beneath the hood.

X

"I asked you to check the damn fluids," I growl staring at the light rain splattering across the windshield.

"I did."

"Obviously you didn't or the fucking engine wouldn't have blown and we wouldn't be stuck on the side of the road for at least an hour."

"Maybe if ya…"

"Don't you dare blame me. You were the one who was in such a hurry you couldn't take two minutes to look under the hood. For what?"

"Shut up."

"Shut up. Shut up. Your macho pride can't stand that you are hurting and you let someone in. I said to talk about anything, you are the one who chose to make a confession, not me. So why don't you fuck yourself Dunne," I growl.

"Why don't ya do it for me? Least it would shut yer damn mouth."

"If it will help you lose the damn attitude, let's go," I counter leaning on the center console with both hands.

"Ya don't have the bollocks," he growls mimicking me.

I attack his mouth and I feel the younger man tense. I use the advantage to press him back against the seat as I come across to straddle his lap. Pulling back, I stare down into his hazy eyes smugly. "Don't ever test me, As…"

His hand wraps around the back of my neck pulling me back to him. His mouth expertly overpowering mine and I melt against the man. I feel rather than hear Pete chuckle. "Problem, Love?"

"Only when you're talking. Maybe I should shut your damn mouth," I smirk pulling his bottom lip between my teeth. His hands slide up my thighs and under my skirt to my hips grinding me down on the hard ridge forming beneath me. I groan into his mouth.

"Same Love."

"No need for pet names. If you want me to shut my mouth, maybe you should give me something better to do with it."

"I can think of a few things to do with that mouth of yers."

"Like?"

He shoves me into the floor board at his feet more gently than I thought possible from the man. His hands going to his fly.

"I got you," I murmur, peeling his jeans and underwear down his thighs. I swirl my tongue around his crown before closing around him sliding slowly down his shaft.

"Gypsy," he groans, his fingers tangling through my hair.

"Hmmmm," I hum, his cock deep down my throat.

"Fuck," his hands speed my head along.

My hands come up to dig into his thighs to steady myself as he sets a blistering pace.

He growls, pulling me back up his body. "Get in tha back."

"I need to get something from my bag," I mutter lowering the backseat so I can access the trunk.

"Now?"

I hold up a string of condoms.

"I don't like condoms."

"Did your cheating whore feel the same?"

Growling, he yanks the condoms from my hand with one hand, the other yanking my panties down my legs. "Get those off."

Following his orders, I allow him to shove me down to the seat.

"I'm not going to be concerned about yer enjoyment."

"I can take care of myself," I groan as he pushes inside me. My hand sliding between my folds to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.

"So tight, Love," he pants as he slams my hips back against his. "Yer not innocent, are ya?"

"Fuck no," I groan.

"I don't believe ya," he growls sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

"God damn," I whimper as my orgasm hits me hard and fast.

"Already," he questions flipping me onto my back. My knees hooking over his shoulders as he slams back into me.

"S…Sh…Shut up," I stutter as he hammers into me. "Just fuck," a yelp cuts off my sentence as two callused fingers slide across my sensitive clit.

"Couldn't hear you," he smirks.

"Shut up and fuck me," I groan, arching off the seat.

Sliding my legs around his waist, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me up and flush against him. One of my hands reaching out to grip the back of the front seat, the other slide around to tangle in his hair. Bringing his mouth to mine, I swallow his grunts of exertion. Minutes later, his hips stutter as his grip tightens around me.

"Better," I question between kisses.

He nods against me, his hand stroking along my side.

"Good. Stop thinking about some cheating whore and putting yourself in a bad mood. Stop being an asshole," I smirk sliding from him.

"If I don't?"

"You'll get another attitude adjustment," I smirk. "Get dressed."