by S. C. Adams
“So, you haven’t… had sex in a couple of years?” I ask.
“I haven’t dated in a while,” he clarifies. “I’ve had a few one-night stands over the past year or so, usually girls that hang out with us at the clubhouse.”
“Ah, so I’m your favorite ‘biker girl’ now,” I surmise.
“No, those girls don’t mean anything to me,” he says, as if to reassure me. “I’ve just… had needs, you know? And same with them. We both always knew what we were getting into. No one ever used anybody or anything.”
“Dustin, relax,” I say, touching his hand and stroking it. “I’ve had one-night stands, too. I don’t think any less of you for it. When I first moved out here to Reno, I was pretty lonely at first. I hooked up with a guy my first week being here. I felt like such a slut.”
“There’s nothing wrong with sex,” he assures me. “If you’re a slut, then I’m much worse than that, trust me.”
“I almost had sex with Jacob to tell you the truth,” I confess. “I think that’s probably how I was able to get my job so fast. I think he expected us to fuck after he hired me and ‘saved me.’ He’s a douche.”
We are both quiet for a few seconds. He keeps looking at my hand as it strokes his. I can tell he wants to touch my hand, but he is hesitant. Rather than push either of us too far, I eventually retreat from him.
“Where are you from originally?” Dustin asks.
“Carson City,” I answer. “I didn’t really want to move to Reno, but I just sort of ended up here. It’s such a long, shitty story.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says. “Where do you want to live?”
“I don’t know—farther than Reno,” I reply. “I want to keep going either east or west until I find the right spot to be. I don’t know where I want to live.”
“You dislike it here in Reno?” he wonders.
“No, I don’t mind living here,” I say. “It’ll do for now. I’m just tired of Nevada. My parents still live in Carson City, so sometimes I go back to see them. If it weren’t for them being here, I think I would’ve just kept going on driving past Reno. I needed to really leave—get out, explore, find out what kind of person I really am. I’m hoping maybe Reno will answer some of my questions. It’s still too early to tell.”
“You’re close with your parents?” he surmises.
“Yeah, they’re amazing,” I say. “What about your parents? Do they live here in Reno?”
“My parents are dead,” he says with a chuckle. “They did live here in Reno. I grew up in Helendale, California, but we moved out to Reno when I was about eleven or twelve.”
“Oh God,” I say in embarrassment. “Well, that’s awkward. Sorry…”
“Don’t be, it’s okay,” says Dustin. “People die. I do miss them, but it wasn’t anything bad. Luckily, they lived good, long lives.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I say. “How drunk are you?”
“Pretty drunk,” he confesses. “Let’s turn it up.”
The sexual tension has been subtly rising between us all throughout the night. In Cupertino’s, we behave and continue downing our drinks and eating our massive helpings of food. With that balance of liquor and food in my system, I’m still drunk, but I’m not wasted. One more drink in me might do the trick, though.
Instead of another drink, he and I stumble out of Cupertino’s, giggly and full from our dinner. We are standing close, both wondering who will make a move…
We are both too drunk to drive, so we each have to wait for our individual Ubers to arrive so that we can get home. While we wait, we hover close. I can feel his heat emanating off his hot body.
“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” Dustin says quietly.
“Thank you for inviting me out,” I reciprocate. “Thank you for pouring drinks down my throat all night.”
“Of course. It is my pleasure, milady.”
He puts his arm around me. I can feel his big, powerful hands as they caress my back. We keep our eyes staring straight ahead, but all we think about is what all we want him to do with that hand.
I turned to him. “Dustin…”
Then, without another word, he takes my face in his hands, pulls me in to him, and kisses me. We hold our kiss for many seconds, taking it in and savoring every steamy second.
Just as he pulls away, I grab a hold of him and pull him back in. I kiss him back, ready to turn our kissing into passionate making out.
His facial hair is thick, but his lips are soft. He smells really nice. His hands don’t travel anywhere unseemly, but they do wander insistently. Each new kiss we give each other turns up the intensity even more. His kisses give me satisfaction in a way that no other man’s have. I am nearly overwhelmed.
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 think about 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 the idea of 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 wom
en, Dustin,” says Tyler. “We’ll make them leave.”
“Yeah, I’m not really understanding the issue, bro,” Cody says to me. “Can you explain?”
“I just think she’d be great for Dual Wheel Duo, man,” I say. “I think she’s a really awesome chick, and a lot of guys will want to come to the shop just to be around her. She’s hot.”
“She’s not bad,” Cody concurs. “But she’ll probably come work for us anyway. We’re going to burn that motherfucker to the ground. She’ll need to work for another bike shop.”
“I’ll swing by their shop right now and tell her she has to come with me,” I say, going for my jacket.
“Dustin,” Cody says, shaking his head. “You’ve got to keep your mind clear and focus on the bigger picture here. If you want to hold off on Operation Hellfire for reasons other than some random girl you don’t know, I’ll totally understand. You know what we need to do. The fact that Jacob didn’t recognize us in Ultra-Cycle that one time doesn’t mean he didn’t learn who we are. He could be on the lookout for us with several armed Hell-Snakes posted around.”
“Which is exactly why I need to make her come with me,” I say. “Operation Hellfire will commence on Sunday.”
“Sunday?” a few voices gasp.
“We found out their schedule, didn’t we?” I ask. “You guys—you said he is going to open later on Sunday so he could have his main garage repaired?”
“Yeah, only Evans and ‘maintenance’ are on the schedule for Sunday morning,” Tyler confirms.
“They’ll be expecting us at night,” I say. “Every one of their days are full of clients and people going in and out of that shop throughout the entire day. Sunday morning is when most folks go to church. I figure we could show up there and show him the power of the gospel.”
Although the crowd is still visibly disappointed at having to hold off on satisfying their pyromania, they seem to like where I am coming from.
Despite receiving a disapproving smirk from Cody, I still choose to leave and head over to Ultra-Cycle.
When I get to the shop, I see that it is a full house. The garages are full of mechanics hard at work on motorcycles. People are going in and out of the shop, and it is busy.
I walk inside, but I stand off to the side. There is a line to get to the counter—behind the counter are two women, one of them the object of my affection. The girl who isn’t Megan is definitely attractive, but she is nowhere near as gorgeous as Megan is.
Since Megan is frantically moving around in her workspace, I don’t want to distract her and make her appear unprofessional. I wait patiently until the line has died away. Fortunately, no one else is waiting around in the shop either when it is my turn.
“Howdy, mister,” says Megan.
“Good day, ma’am,” I reply. “I’m wondering if maybe I could you pull you away from your counter for just a few minutes so I could talk with you.”
The other girl walks up to us and smiles. I smile back.
“Hello there,” the girl says.
“Dustin, this is my good friend and co-worker, Kelsey,” says Megan. “Kelsey, this is—”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kelsey, taking matters into her own hands and stepping forward to shake my hand.
“Hi Kelsey,” I say. “You know, it’s actually good that you’re both here.”
Before I can get back into my sales pitch, I’m interrupted. I know I shouldn’t be surprised to see him. After all, I’m in his shop.
Jacob comes right out from the back of the store and slaps Megan’s ass. He glares at me, giving me an icy smirk as his fat paw kneads the back of Megan’s pants. I’m completely taken aback once again by his behavior.
“Welcome back,” Jacob says to me. “What brings you by?”
It is the first time that I’ve seen Jacob after learning what he’d done to my family. I doubt he is the actual gunman (although I didn’t entirely write the theory off), but it didn’t matter. This man is responsible for my wife’s death. He’s taken my wife from me, and now he is trying to take someone else away before I’ve even had her. It is driving me insane.
“You got more bike problems you want us to take a look at?” Jacob asks me, still with a handful of Megan’s ass.
“Uh,” Kelsey says, watching Jacob with Megan. “Jacob, what the hell—”
“Is anyone talking to you?” Jacob snaps, keeping Kelsey down.
I bite my lip, trying my best to contain my anger. I still can’t believe that through all of this, Jacob keeps his greasy claws on Megan’s ass. I also can’t believe that she isn’t just shaking him off like a flea.
“Your bike running smoothly since we gave it back to you?” Jacob asks.
“Smooth as silk,” I reply.
“You look like you know your way around a bike,” he says. “What do you do? I feel like I know you from somewhere.”
I can’t keep from looking at him and how he is groping Megan.
“I don’t think she likes what you’re doing there, Jacob,” I say.
Jacob gives a hearty chuckle. “She’s not putting up a fight, is she?”
“Seems like she might just be waiting out the storm until it passes,” I quip. “I figured I could save you both some time.”
“Mind your own goddamn business,” Jacob barks at me. “She’s my piece of ass, chief. What are you going to do?”
You don’t want to know what I’m going to do to you, chief, I thought.
I don’t want a fight right then and there (especially since I don’t know how many Hell-Snakes could potentially be out of sight and ready to get involved), so I decide to just leave. I know I’ll be back soon.
“See you soon!” I tell them.
46
Megan
Kelsey and I both have Wednesday off from work, but we still choose to spend the morning together. We chill at her place and talk. We talk about Dustin. I tell her about our date, our kissing, our chemistry. I’m gushing like a teenager, fully aware of how silly I sound.
I eventually get to telling her about Dustin wanting us to both come and work for him. By the time I get to the quarter raise, she is already sold.
“I’m interested!” says Kelsey. “Why not? Who cares if there isn’t as much business? If he’s really paying us more to be there, why not?”
“He could go out of business, and then we’re both out of jobs,” I say.
“Nah, he’ll be fine!” she says. “What’s the harm in trying? I hate Jacob. He’s a fucking creep, and it’s time to get as far away from him as we can.”
“I know that we shouldn’t be working for Jacob,” I agree. “Really, the more he grabs onto me and talks about me like I’m not there and just treats me like property—I think I’m done. I’d rather work anywhere else than for him.”
“Then, there’s nothing left to discuss!” says Kelsey with encouragement. “Take Dustin’s deal! We can still be around motorcycles and hot guys! See if you can negotiate and get us a fifty-cent raise, bitch!”
Rather than calling or texting Dustin about what Kelsey and I are considering, I decide to go see him at his bike shop. I want him to know how serious I am, and I want to know for sure he is serious about hiring us.
When I get to the shop, there is only one person waiting in the lobby. Cody is standing behind the counter, amused to see me.
“Nice to see you again!” says Cody. “What brings you by here?”
“I am hoping to talk with Dustin,” I tell him. “Is he here?”
He glances behind him in the back of the store. I can hear Dustin’s voice from where I stand.
“He’s in the back,” says Cody. “Want to come back here and talk to him?”
“Please,” I say, walking past Cody immediately.
The back of the store has break rooms, office space, and bathrooms. Cody’s office is right there when you get past the front desk, and Dustin’s is right next to his. I must admit, I am astonished by what I see in Dustin’s office.
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bsp; I see Dustin in there with two little boys. They are both adorable, and they both look remarkably like Dustin.
Dustin spots me looking inside his office. He is surprised to see me, but he quickly gets on his feet to open his door.
“Isn’t today your day off?” Dustin asks me. “Even on your free time, you’re here in a bike shop.”
“I didn’t know you had company.” I chuckle. “I should have called first.”
“It’s okay!” he assures me. “Want to come in? Come on, I’ll introduce you guys.”
The two boys stand up out of their chairs and put down their electronic tablets. Their manners impress me.
“Boys, this is Megan,” Dustin says. “Megan is a good friend of mine. Do you want to introduce yourselves?”
The oldest boy won’t look directly at me, and the youngest keeps staring at me. The youngest boy has mesmerizing amber eyes, as opposed to Dustin’s illuminating blue eyes. He has the same hair and facial expressions as his older brother. It is obvious that they are all related.
“They’re both quiet at first around people they’ve just met,” Dustin explains. “Megan, these two little ones are my sons. My oldest here is Mason, and my tiny one here is Austin.”
“Hi, Mason,” I say, waving to the oldest boy before waving to the youngest. “Hi, Austin.”
I’m trying to hide the shock I am feeling from realizing he has kids. I had no idea, and instantly, I have so many questions.
“Mason’s always been a bit shy, so you’ll have to excuse him,” says Dustin. “Mason, can you tell Megan what you’re about to start in a few months?”
Mason nods, timidly answering with, “Kindergarten.”
“Wow!” I say, kneeling down so that we can be on the same eye level. “Kindergarten, huh? Are you excited?”
Mason nods and smiles.
“I’m three!” Mason cries.