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I swallow hard and try to change up the images in my head, but now all I can see is this man. All I can picture is his giant body holding me close. His harsh breath on my neck asking me where I’m staying. His eyes on mine, his hand on my back.

God, I wanted him so badly. My clit throbs as I remember that night.

I reach into my bedside table and pull out my vibrator, holding the buzz against my slit before pushing it in against the swollen nub that’s aching for attention. I need this release.

My mind goes to the fantasy man, and I imagine all the things I should’ve done that night.

I should’ve known Craig was cheating. I should’ve called him right away and asked for a divorce. I should’ve listened to my gut as it screamed the answers.

I should’ve torn off Abe’s clothes. I should have touched his hard, firm body. I should’ve let him run his big, rough hands down over me. I should’ve gotten on my knees. I should’ve sucked his cock. I should’ve let him come all over my face.

My breathing is erratic as shots of energy take over my convulsing muscles. The vibrator sloshes in my pleasure as I blow out a heavy sigh and breathe relief as I picture what my life could’ve been.

A little ranch house, half a dozen cows, a few pigs, a chicken coop, four kids, a big dining room table, and a big leather wearing biker all of my own.

Wow, I need help!

Maybe there’s a therapist on call today. At the very least, I should tell Jo all these weird thoughts I’ve been having. I’m one hundred percent sure it’s not normal to fantasize about a man from ten years ago. Besides, whatever dream of him I’ve created at this point can’t possibly match the real-life version that’s out there walking, talking, and probably happily fucking loads of way hotter women. Women without all my drama.

Hell, everything I felt that night could’ve been on me. He hugged me and left. He didn’t say anything. He could’ve asked for my number, asked me to hang out the next morning… demanded my love and affection.

Sure, I was married, and he seemed like the type to respect that, but at the end of the day, if he wanted me, he could’ve demanded more.

Instead, he hugged me, walked out the door, and left… just like every other man I’ve ever known. That should be my hint.

Jo is right. Tonight should be my new beginning. My fresh start. The unveiling of the new me. Now, I just have to figure out who the hell that is.

Chapter Four

Viper

“You’re so fuckin’ angry, man. Relax.”

My buddy Ox is one to talk. He’s one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

I laugh off his comment and toss back the last two pills in the jar with a shot of whiskey. Probably not the best choice, but it’s the one I’m making. The one I’ve made enough times to know that I’ll be fine if I stop here.

“Leg’s doing good, I reckon?” He glances up at the television in the bar and sips at his IPA.

“Great,” I lie, trading my whiskey glass for water. If it were up to me, I’d suck the bottle back, go home, crawl into bed, and call it a life, but the guys keep pushing me out. It’s probably for the best they do.

“Bullshit. When are you gonna tell someone what’s going on with you?”

I pull a handful of peanuts from the bowl in front of me and set them on the bar, cracking them one by one. I’ve never seen the point in talking about things that can’t be changed.

“Nothin’ to tell.”

Ox glares toward me. “Dude, what the hell’s up with you? You’re hiding away, you’re always fucking pissy, you haven’t been down to the clubhouse in months… maybe it’s time you talk to someone. Ya ain’t been right in a while.”

I laugh. “Therapy? Can you imagine that? What the hell would I talk about?”

He shrugs. “Maybe that girl.”

My eyes widen as I glance toward him. “What?”

“The girl. The one from that night like what… ten—”

“I know what you’re talking about. How the fuck do you know that?”

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