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The hunger between her legs, the desire of her mouth to kiss and lick and taste.
    It turned out Brad had an idea on that point too. Not the licking and tasting part—the part about where to put the space object.
    There was a mountain about two days’ drive from where they were. It had been created for the storage of nuclear waste but the senator for the state this particular mountain was in had balked a little at the idea of storing enough uranium not only to kill his entire constituency in the most painful and ugly way possible, but also—and possibly more to the point—to prevent them from ever voting for him again. He had suggested, as an alternative, a different mountain in a territory off the coast and lacking federal representation. But the mountain in his state had already been prepped—the senator had still liked the idea a little when it was a matter of a few hundred construction jobs—and now, about half a mile beneath the earth, a perfectly good vault the size of a football field was going to waste.
    So that was the plan—load it onto the truck, drive it to the mountain, try to avoid people and try to keep their pants on. It wasn’t a bad plan. It was simple and Beth knew simple plans tended to work best in these situations, but she suspected it was the last part of it that was going to give them the most difficulty—the keeping their pants on part.
    Brad parked the car in the warehouse lot and they got out.
    “I’ll take my keys back,” she said. He tossed them to her.
    “Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to take over driving duties. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time, on account of all the people fucking like lunatics in that neighborhood and all.”
    “All is forgiven, Brad,” she said. “I don’t always have to drive. In fact, I’m kind of hoping right now that you know how to drive a semi.”
    “How hard can it be?” he said.
    As it would turn out? Pretty goddamn hard. Even the forklift gave him what seemed to Beth like an inordinate amount of difficulty. Starters strained, gears ground. It was at least an hour before they were on the road again, the object more or less safely strapped into the back of the semi, and during that hour, Beth had imagined doing and having done to her just about everything two people could do and have done to them. And to be fair, Brad may have been distracted by thoughts of his own. More than once, while he was struggling with this or that lever or clutch, she had caught him sneaking a glance at her, a particular and not unfamiliar look of lust occupying a good portion of his face.
    Thankfully, the effects of the object seemed to have dissipated a little as they got closer. She did not know why, but it was no longer impossible for her to consider the drive ahead of them and its varying logistical considerations without being hopelessly distracted by the thought of Brad holding her nipples firmly between his fingers or slipping one discreet thumb into her asshole while he shoved his impressive cock deep inside her pussy. Even the thought of his mouth on the hollow of her neck was no longer all-consuming and she could forget, for a few passing moments, the idea of kissing the salty sweat from his well-defined collarbone as he plowed himself insistently into her.
    So more or less, anyway.
    She squeezed her legs together, as if holding something in, but even that action seemed to release another sensation of want. Fucking load the goddamn truck already , she had thought more than once as Brad had struggled with the forklift then the truck. Fucking find a gear and let’s get this son of a bitch on the road so we can bury this cock-sucking space whatever the fucking thing is beneath a mountain already.
    When Beth was horny, she tended to swear a lot more in her thoughts.
    It was painful to hear the truck’s protestations under Brad’s unskilled control. Gears one through three rattled through the entire vehicle like the world was being torn apart