Wicked Desires

Chapter 7: Wicked Desires

Harley

**I try to work on my tan as I lounge on the roof of our apartment building with the bright sun beating down on my shoulders. I raise my head toward the scorching sun and push my shades up my nose while listening to the hum of the city and the sounds below. The door to the roof opens, and Alec walks out, still dressed in his cammies. I immediately sit up, just as he grazes his hand up my bare leg at the end of the chair.

"Hey, baby girl. Getting some sun?" He asks in a low, sweet voice, sweeping his desire-filled gaze across my body, taking in the sight of the tiny bikini covering my intimate areas.

"Yes, it's the perfect day for it. "How come you're home so early?"

I can tell that something is wrong from the expression on his face. However, Alec remains silent. Instead, he frenzies over my lips, slipping his tongue inside and passionately curling it around mine. With each methodical brush of his tongue against mine, the worry in my heart fades, and the way he explores my mouth with precision and curiosity has me melting into a puddle like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Alec hovers over me as he fumbles with the button on his fatigues, leaning over me and pushing me flat on my back. Once he gets his pants open and pulls his thick, slightly wet cock out, he roughly shoves my bathing suit bottoms to the side and enters me in a desperate, forceful thrust. As Alec digs his teeth into my lower lip, the sound of slapping skin fills the air and muffles the sounds of the high-pitched groans coming from my throat. Under his shirt, I run my hands up and down his back as electricity shoots through me from the contact of his delicate skin with mine.

"Fucking Christ, Harley. I'll never get tired of being inside you... So tight... So wet... Fuck... So perfect..."

Between thrusts, he moans incoherently into my ear, and the warmth of his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine. After running his tongue along the side of my jaw, he places his mouth on the side of my neck. He bites into my flesh like he's biting a fucking apple, and I shiver once more. He lowers his knees and rolls his hips into my pussy at an angle that allows the tip of his cock to press against the spot which makes me quiver. His lustful gaze falls on mine as his face contorts into a pleasant expression. He hisses out in a deep growl as he shakes and screams, spilling his come inside my pussy and dousing my insides in his gooey, white release. As my orgasm bubbles to the surface, causing my release to heavily soak him, my trembling legs tighten around his waist to hold on. We tangle in each other's embrace, full and panting feverishly, trying to gather ourselves. Alec massages the side of my arm while kissing me on the top of the head. The once-bright, sunny sky darkens and grows gloomy as a distant thunderclap rumbles, threatening to bring rain to the entire city.

"Oh, look, baby girl. It's our favorite kind of weather." I look up at the thick, stormy clouds and snuggle closer to Alec, hoping that this is how our lives will always be.

"I know; it's the perfect way to end the day. "I'm glad you got home early, baby." He sighs, and the look of misery returns to his face—the same one he had before he fucked me like an animal.

"Alec, tell me what's going on because you're beginning to worry me." He cups my face in his shaky hands and glides the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, tears welling in his emerald green eyes.

"Harley, this is so fucking hard for me to say but, baby, I'm being deployed overseas. I leave tomorrow..." **

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I suddenly sit up in bed, drenched in unimaginable amounts of sweat and trembling like a leaf in a bitterly cold wind. I take in my surroundings and double-check the spot beside me in the bed, hoping to see Alec lying next to me. As I expected, I'm alone, and Alec isn't here. I was just having another dream about him. Alec's blanket is flung off of me, and as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, I feel the shock of my bare feet landing on the chilly hardwood floor. As I get out of bed, I'm struck by the thought of what happened tonight, because the last thing I remember is going into my sexy, tattooed neighbor's apartment and having a drink. How did I get back here, and what the fuck happened at B's? Whether it's from the nightmare I slept through or the withdrawals that are setting in like a fucking bitch but I'm soaked in fucking sweat. I can't quite place what it is that causes me to stop in front of my bedroom window. A new day is about to begin as the sun breaks through the churning black clouds that cover the sky. It's a new fucking day, but I'm still in the same pathetic state I was in yesterday. So, it's the same shit, different day.

I'm reminded that Scotty is still here by the loud snores that come from the living room. My skin crawls with the thought of imaginary bugs having a fucking field day on my body as I quickly start mixing up a shot. I draw up the dark brown liquid and inject it into a vein on my neck that is bulging and taunting me. I immediately feel better when I feel the rush of heroin coursing through my veins. I put my works and the rest of my dope back into the box I keep under my bed and put on a pair of warm, fuzzy socks. One of the things I despise about hardwood flooring is how cold it is. The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away.

"I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body.

"Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?"

"I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it."

He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which draws my attention and causes me to lick my watery lips.

"Would you like a taste of this, baby girl?"

He grabs the bulge in his underwear and walks over to me, casually pressing his body against mine so I can feel how hard he is. Sure enough, he's rock fucking solid.

"I need coffee, Scotty. Dick can come after I've had a mug and smoked my blunt. I'm a creature of habit. Don't mess with my routine."

"Shit, you're a fucking feisty one, and I fucking love it."

I laugh, turning away from him to go to the kitchen to start the pot while he walks the other way to the bathroom to pee. Having a stranger in my space is uncomfortable, but fortunately, he won't be here for long. I at least hope he won't be around for too long. My nostrils tingle as the aroma of the vanilla-flavored coffee permeates the air, slightly reawakening me from my previous state. The massive dose of dope didn't help my tiredness, so the caffeine will compensate and wake me up, but I'll still feel on top of the world. For the time being. Until the drugs wear off in a few hours, at which point I'll have to do another shot.

After making my coffee and getting ready to go to the roof, my phone rings with an incoming call, and I quickly grab my phone. When I look at the screen, I see the word "MOM" flashing at me like a light. My hands start shaking again as anxiety grips me tightly, spilling the hot coffee on my hand. However, I welcome the burn because pain is what I need to feel alive.

"You're leaving?" Scotty asks as he emerges from the restroom, now dressed in a shirt and basketball shorts and with no boner pitching a tent in his lap.

"No, just going to the roof to smoke and enjoy my coffee before I head over to my new job for some training or some shit."

"Oh, where do you work?"

"Wicked Desires," I respond, hesitant to reveal too much about myself, but given how we fucked last night, I'm sure we're past that.

"Ah, shit. You're working at the gentleman's playground? I'll have to stop by sometime." He says in jest, but his expression makes it clear that he is not kidding.

"Would you like to join me on the roof and help me smoke this?" I wave the blunt in his direction and take a tiny swig of the steaming, creamy beverage that wakes me up in one sip.

"Fuck yeah. I'll see you there. First, I'm going to make a cup of coffee."

I nod and leave my apartment, heading for the door at the end of the hall that leads to the roof. Alec haunts me with every step I take, and the memories threaten to send me into another panic attack. My phone rings again as soon as I reach the rooftop, and this time it's my mother. I light the thickly rolled blunt and place it between my lips as I take a seat in my usual chair with my feet up. As the smoke fills my nose and reaches my eyes, it causes them to water profusely. It's painful for a moment, but I relish the feeling and answer the phone, going against everything in my mind that's screaming at me to just ignore it.

"Hello?"

"Harley, honey, it's your mother. How are you doing, peanut?" I cringe hearing her nickname for me because it reminds me of Hudson since he's the one who started calling me that.

"Please, don't call me that. What's up, Mom?"

"I'm sorry, Harley. I know it's a sore subject for you. How have you been? Daddy and I are worried about you, ya know."

"I'm fine, ma. Don't worry about me. How are you and Daddy holding up?" I ask, pretending to care, when in reality, I couldn't give a shit.

"Oh, you know your father. He's buried himself in work to avoid having to deal with the loss of Hudson. And I'm doing alright. Daddy and I will both feel a little better if you could come home for a visit." ...and there's her little guilt trip.

"Mom, I can't right now. I have a new job and can't take the time off." Even though it's a lie, I still hear myself telling her anyway.

"Harley Rain Savage, you live only twenty minutes from us. You're telling me that you can't make the trip ov-"

"I have to go, ma. Sorry, about to start my training, but I'll call you later."

"Harl-"

I hang up the phone just as the tears begin to fall from my eyes. I haven't seen my parents since Hudson's funeral, and it's just too hard for me to go back there. There are too many memories and things that trigger me, so I try to stay as far away as possible. I know it hurts them, but I can't bring myself to ever go back. At least, not anytime soon. I focus on the blunt between my lips and the hot coffee cup clutched in my hand as the hazy sun peeks through the thick, white clouds. It's not raining today, but the fall air is chilly, even with the sun glowing over the city. Fall is in its prime here, and it's my favorite time of year. Halloween used to be Alec's favorite time of year, but this year I don't even want to celebrate it. I hear the door to the roof push open, and Scotty joins me, clutching his mug of coffee with another blunt tucked behind his ear. He sits down and nods at me as he takes in my somber demeanor and my puffy eyes from my quiet sobs.

"Are you all right, Harley?" His voice is sincere and laced with empathy, which instantly touches my heart.

"Fucking fantastic, Scotty. You gonna light that blunt?"

"Shit, are you sure you want to smoke it? It's laced with meth." He adds, taking the blunt from behind his ear, placing it to his lips, lighting it, and inhaling deeply.

"Yeah, Scotty, fucking pass that shit."

I agree to smoke the blunt in the hopes of getting a mildly energizing high that will help me get through my shift at Wicked Desires. Not to mention, the numb feeling it'll give me when the smoke enters my lungs. It'll make me fucking feel alive, and that's all that I fucking want.