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Better late than never, right? I'm easing myself back in. This is certainly nothing special.

PROMPT: "YOU NEED TO GET LAID"

"I'm going to say this one more time… FUCK OFF!" Emmett shouted into the bonnet of the car he was working on. A few more curse words later, and he'd managed to wrangle the screw from its severely rusted hole.

"Feel better?" Embry remarked with a smirk on his face.

"Much," Emmett told him, teeth gritted.

Embry's brow furrowed, and then he jumped up on the rolling trolley next to the car Emmett was working on. "What's crawled up your ass?"

The urge to growl at Embry was so strong that Emmett closed his eyes, blew out a breath, and counted to ten.

Well, he would have done if Paul hadn't chosen that moment to come over, chomping loudly on some chips. "That's the problem. Nothing has crawled up his ass. He needs to get laid!"

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much." That wasn't the problem. No, the problem was the new blonde woman who had started working here. The problem was that she was all woman, and all Emmett could think about was her. She was invading his every thought. His every waking breath. It was fucking dangerous!

Normally, he'd take what he wanted. Invite her out for drinks, charm her, and then fuck her into next week. But this time, it was different. Rose was different. She'd come to Jake so beautiful and delicate. Emmett had been smitten straight away. But there was something about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The woman in question was working on a motorbike over the other side of the garage. She was oblivious to everything that was going on around her. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a braid, and her boiler suit was covered in stains. She wasn't afraid to get down and dirty.

"Hey, Rose!" Embry shouted across the workshop, almost making Emmett bang his head on the car's bonnet as it shot up. "We need a woman's opinion."

No. Fuck no.

"What's up?" Rose asked as she walked over, her shoes padding silently on the floor as she wiped her hands on an old towel.

"How badly do you think Emmett needs to get laid?"

Emmett wondered if Jake would fire him for killing Embry? Probably not. He was an annoying little shit.

"I-um… what?" Rose's cheeks flushed as her blue eyes darted to Emmett and then back to Embry.

Embry repeated the question as if it were the most normal thing to do in the world. "How badly do you think Emmett needs to get laid?"

"Fucking hell, Embry!" Paul explained. "Leave the poor girl alone. Rose, I am very sorry for Embry." Paul had taken to Rose. She and his wife got on like a house on fire, and Emmett knew they had become quite close.

"No, it's okay."

She bit her lip, and Emmett tried not to groan.

"We all need a good fucking sometimes."

Three male jaws dropped as Rose grinned at them all. Maybe she wasn't as delicate as Emmett thought. She certainly didn't look it now. When she first came, she was floral and light, and now she was stained with oil with frizzy hair and the smell of grease lingering in the air. Emmett didn't think she had ever looked so good.

Throwing a wink in Emmett's direction, she turned and sauntered away. Emmett could have sworn that she swung her lips a little more than usual.

"Fuck me, dude. You need to get laid!" Embry proclaimed, pointing at the large erection Emmett was now sporting.

"Fuck you!" Emmett responded, trying to adjust himself so it was less obvious. Privately, he knew he had an itch to scratch, and he knew there was only one person who could do it.