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buried, rotting underneath ten feet of thick concrete.
    Of course, Sally picked the worst time in the world to show up during that fuckery. Seeing her after two damned years of silence blew my brains out my skull.
    Did she really expect to just pick up where we'd left off after I'd given her more than any other woman that summer? Did she think I'd forget she hadn't said boo for two fucking years while I lived in that pit?
    When she whipped that bottle at my boots and cursed me for walking away, she tore my heart in half.
    One part wanted to march right back, throw her over my shoulder, and fuck her goddamned brains out. That chick warmed my blood like nobody before.
    The other half wanted me to spit in her face, tell her what a bitch she was for walking away, leaving me high and dry like a goddamned chump.
    No, it wasn't just the dry spell in prison driving me up the wall. Even when I touched her a couple weeks ago, it was like a fucking jolt. Sandpaper scratched my veins, and molten blood pooled straight in my dick, turning it into a hammer ready and willing to bust holes in the walls.
    I couldn't deal with that shit, that firestorm in my blood leaving me in a stupor.
    I took another swig, feeling relief from bad memories when it hit my guts and burned. Every glance around the clubhouse hurt my eyes. Too bad there was no relief as long as I was stuck here.
    A few minutes more, watching brothers on the verge of getting their dicks wet, and I couldn't fucking take it. I jumped off my seat, carrying my new beer and whiskey cocktail with me, wandering toward the room in the back where I always crashed for the night.
    I just wanted to pass the fuck out and find some peace for a few hours. Soon as I flicked on the lights and kicked the door shut behind me, I got an eyeful that lit my dick up like a fucking bottle rocket.
    Twinkie was on the floor next to my bed, naked from the waist down. Her arms sprawled out above her blonde pigtails, a half-burnt joint between her fingers. She twisted her head, staring at me with those bright hooded eyes – dangerously similar to Sally's.
    Do it, do it, do it, motherfucker.
    My cock's lightning hit my brain, and I heard its pleas crystal clear. At first, she looked scared, startled. She knew damned well she wasn't supposed to be in a brother's room without his permission.
    Normally, that shit got these whores an ass tanning or an angry shove back where they belonged That night, I had something different on my mind, and there was no fucking way I was shutting my sex starved dick up.
    “Oh, Christ. Hold up, Roman, I'm on my way out!” she moaned, staggering to her feet, her eyes going wide and alert when she saw me coming toward her. “I didn't take anything, honest. I just wanted a spot to relax by myself, and I know there's never anybody in your –“
    I didn't let her finish.
    Five seconds later, she was up against the wall, my lips covering her mouth. I couldn't wait to start humping her bare cunt before I snapped off my belt and pushed down my pants.
    “Roman!” she groaned, soon as I brushed her clit, breaking the kiss. “Holy shit.”
    Yeah. Holy shit.
    I barely had time to stoop down to my pocket for a condom. I had to get the fuck inside this chick, before my balls exploded, before the booze in my system stopped clouding my brain long enough to think.
    I couldn't fuck her if I felt the guilt tugging at my heart. And just thinking about the guilt at all pissed me the fuck off.
    Sally and me weren't shit. Fuck, she didn't even write me once while I was in the pen, and seeing her show up without telling me what the hell she really wanted poured salt in the gashes she'd left behind.
    No woman's got any business doing that shit to me. And the only way they'd get away with it was if I let 'em.
    I had to put a stop to it by fucking myself blind. I had to get back in the game, get my cock good and wet, pump my loads into a pussy or two that didn't mean shit to me, and never would.
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