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Then, we both appear to remember where we are at the same time—aware that we are still in public, we decide to hold back.

“When will I see you again?” I ask him.

“Whenever you want, girl,” says Dustin.

“I’ll text you,” I say.

Then, with impeccable timing, my Uber pulls up outside Cupertino’s.

“I’ll see you soon, Megan,” says Dustin, giving my hand one final kiss.

We go our separate ways, but he stays embedded in my head.

* * *

I thinkabout Dustin and me kissing during my entire ride back home; and I think more about it once I get inside and crawl into bed.

The longer I think about us kissing, the more turned on I become. I’m so wet just by theideaof him.

I decide that I am going to do something about my incredible arousal. I rifle around under my bed and pull out one of my small vibrators. I get into bed, strip myself nude, and begin masturbating.

I focus the vibrator primarily on my clit, applying heavy pressure while my free hand explores deep inside my drenched pussy. I think about him and how he easily towered over me. I imagine if his moves in bed are half as good as his kissing is.

It doesn’t take long for me to release and finish. When I come, I cream hard. I moan and yell loudly as I soak my sheets with my cum.

I don’t even have enough energy to throw my vibrator back under my bed. I collapse under the weight of my own climax. Part of me considers texting him and inviting him over for “the real thing.” But I’m drunk, not stupid.

And so, I pass out.

45

Dustin

It is noon on a Tuesday, and the clubhouse is hot. The heat is from our brooding rage and our blood boiling. Every Crimson Wheel has been in and out of the clubhouse for the past two days straight. We are all constantly discussing what we are going to do to the Hell-Snakes and how.

I myself spent the night at the clubhouse last night, and I’m ready to confront Jacob. Everyone else seems ready, too.

“We’ll kill anyone that’s in our way,” one says.

“Let’s fucking stomp those Hell-Snakes into the ground!” says another.

“Kill ‘em all!”

Many wanted to just set Ultra-Cycle on fire with Jacob and his crew in it. While I generally like the idea of setting a bunch of murdering, abusive assholes ablaze on their own turf, I don’t like the idea of any collateral damage.

I try to quietly pull Cody aside so that I can privately address the matter, but when they see us huddled together, they get interested.

“I want to make sure Megan has a different job first,” I tell Cody. “I’m working on getting her out now. I don’t think Megan or any other woman should have to be near this piece of filth a second longer.”

“Who gives a shit about some random chick?” a voice behind me says.

“Why do you care where some fucking counter girl’s going to work, Dustin?” a member named Tyler asks. “She’ll go find another counter to sit behind. What are we waiting for?”

“I’ve offered her a job,” I tell the crowd. “She’s being feisty with me. That’s just her way. But I’ve almost got her out of there.”

“We won’t kill anyone right in front of the women, Dustin,” says Tyler. “We’ll make them leave.”

“Yeah, I’m not really understanding the issue, bro,” Cody says to me. “Can you explain?”