The gods were smiling down on me. It was like the sky opened up to shoot a ray of sunshine straight through the driver's side window. Like a beacon or spotlight was illuminating the naughty blond fucking her hand. 

Damn.

Damn.

Hot fucking damn.

I turned my head and thumbed my lip ring, wondering if I should offer to assist.  Riley clearly had the situation under control. Watching her get herself off was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, so I erred on the side of caution, only sneaking close enough to the car to see all the action without alerting her of my presence.

As I crept closer, it was pretty clear that Riley was so lost in the moment that she didn't even know what was happening around her.  The girl could have had a whole crowd surrounding her car and wouldn't have been any wiser—at least until I started beating the shit out of everyone who dared to even look at her.  Even then, it might take her a minute to realize what was going on before she stopped.

Riley's eyes fluttered closed and she threw her head back. She arched her back, popping her tits out to torment me further.  My girl was insatiable. Flicking her fingers faster and faster inside her jeans, she worked her needy little clit to the brink, edging herself closer and closer with each pass.  Her hand had to be sopping wet by now, covered with her desire. 

I wished it was my hand instead so I could get a little taste of her before she hit the road.

Maybe I should ask her if I could lick her fingertips clean after she finished? 

I impatiently stood beside the car, fidgeting, probably resembling a dog waiting for a bone. Scratch that. I already had a big fucking bone that I was desperate to feed her. She wouldn't even have to open the door. Only roll down the window enough so I could slip it inside. 

My head was lost in the fantasy of dangling my dick in front of her face like a drive-through blow job service or some shit like that when the tiniest little whimper slipped out of Riley's mouth. It brought me back to the here and now immediately. Attempting to muffle the sound by biting down on her plump bottom lip, Riley exploded all over her fingers. She was panting and breathing hard like it was the best sex she had ever had.

Fuck me.

I could watch the filthy girl finger her pussy all day.

Riley sat back up and started to come back into her body.  The deviant in me wanted her to know how much I appreciated the sneak peek before she left. Possibly even give her a little reminder of why she needed to hurry back to the apartment tonight. 

I strolled over to her window sporting the biggest hard-on ever create in the history of the universe. There was no shame in letting her see how much watching touch herself had turned me on.

"Everything ok?" I rapped the window with my busted knuckle, ignoring the sting as it scraped against the glass.

Riley's large eyes shot open and she performed this "oh shit" slow motion head turn towards me. Her hand flew out of her pants and she hurried to press the button to roll the window down. Her cheeks were blood-red when she realized she wasn't the only one enjoying the impromptu solo fuck session.  

My eyes lingered on the spot where her hand had magically appeared faster than Houdini himself could have produced.  Her jeans were cut dangerously low and I swore I could almost see a wet patch of skin at the base of her stomach.

Delicious.

"Yeah, I'm good. Wha...why are you down here?"  Riley stumbled and stuttered out her embarrassment.

My brain went completely blank. 

Shit. 

Why did I come down here again?

"Brynn saw you still out here and thought you might be having car problems." I fibbed a little to pass off my stalker-like tendencies as something a little more innocent and wholesome. 

I smiled and bit my lip ring to hold back my evil thoughts.  Dragging Riley out of the car and bending her over the hood sounded like a fantastic way to send her off.   My cum would be leaking out between her thighs while she sat and smiled during her family dinner.  The scene would have been even better if she wore a short little schoolgirl skirt like the one she wore the night of the Camo concert.  Too bad the rust bucket she drove wouldn't hold together long enough to support the damage I could inflict on her hot little ass.

"I came down to see if you needed a hand, but I guess I got down here too late," I added lazily with a slight smirk. My gaze was still fixated on the glistening spot where her jeans were still undone.

Just one little lick wouldn't hurt anything.

"I was fixing my tank top." She glanced away and moved her hands quickly to cover herself up. 

Liar. Liar. Pussy on fire.

I bent toward her, leaning inside the car window while she righted herself.  The interior of the car had the distinct smell of her extreme bliss. I could pick her out of a crowd while blindfolded with the intense heat rolling off her.  I would have to have lost all my senses to even pretend like I believed her story. 

"You are so sexy when you come." I purred my praise in the gorgeous girl's ear.

"I will be back soon." Riley gulped and pressed the button to lock the door. She clicked it twice, once to lock it and then another time to unlock it.  Next, she rolled the passenger side window down and back up again. After that, the loopy girl pressed every damn button on her door like she had forgotten what they operated. Apparently, there was only one button she remembered how to push today, and it wasn't one she was going to find on the door of her shitty car.   

"Be a good girl tonight, Riley." I teased, brushing my too-long hair back out of my face. I drummed my fingers against the side of her car as she gunned the engine. 

Riley reversed the car and I had to jump out of the way right before she ran me over. The mini panic attack she was lost in was adorable.  I laughed as she side-eyed me like I was the one who had done something wrong. I was innocent. I didn't make Riley come on her fingers. She did that all on her own. 

I stood in the parking lot for a few minutes, watching her fly out of it like a bat out of hell.  It was hard not to chase her down and tell her not to go. Some small part of me felt worried that she wouldn't come back, which was insanity on my part.  It was Riley's place, not mine. She couldn't leave and not return at some point. 

I hoped that was true anyway. 

I shook off my paranoia and went back upstairs to the apartment. My head was starting to clear a bit but in a violent, brutal manner. Having Riley near me had helped keep the worst of it away.  As long as I could lose myself in her, the drugs' magnetic pull didn't seem so all-consuming. She was the balance to keep me centered. The pain of coming down felt like a tiny paper cut instead of a gaping wound compared to my feelings for her. I would find the strength to overcome this withdrawal and beat it once and for all because she was by my side. 

Covering my mouth and yawning as wide as I could, my brain felt like it was missing the oxygen to power it. It was time to return to Riley's bed to rest while she was gone. 

The front door to the apartment was locked and I didn't have a key to get back inside. I smashed my finger against the buzzer for ten minutes before Brynn released the door to let me up.

Fucking cunt bitch.

By the time I was back inside the lobby, I was a complete mess. My stomach was gurgling and I was covered head to toe in a chilled sweat. Brynn held the front door open for me and I knocked her over, sprinting to the bathroom.

Every muscle in my body spasmed when my head hit the toilet bowl.  The only thing I had put in my body was coffee, which didn't mix well with the stomach acid.  I spat out the last bitter taste of my bad decisions and sank back on the floor, pushing my hair back off my face. The sweat plastered it back against my head like a 50's greaser movie.  All I needed was a drive-in movie theater.  Playing on the screen behind me would be a cartoon hot dog jumping into a bun while I crooned a song about pining for the girl I loved.

Why couldn't Riley have just canceled her plans and stayed? 

It was selfish to want her here when I already knew she would place all the guilt and blame on her own shoulders. Riley would worry herself to death. The way her eyes would crease as she catered to me would only make me more anxious.  But having her touch me and whisper words of encouragement would go a long way to take the sting away.  I was torn between wanting to hold onto her to give me the power to keep fighting and locking her out for her own good until it was over. 

It was a moot point now. One I couldn't give any more energy to because the urge to turn my insides out hit me again. I leaned forward, this time dry heaving with nothing left in my stomach. 

Brynn found me with my head buried in the toilet bowl in less than ten seconds, yakking up nothing but air. 

"You aren't pregnant, are you?" Brynn snorted, leaning against the door frame. 

"Fuck off, twat." I flushed the contents down with one hand, giving her the finger with the other. 

"You seriously look like shit. Do you want some water or something?  I think Riley stashed a bottle of Pepto in the fridge." Brynn offered, actually being a decent human being for once.

"No, I just need to lie down." I groaned as my stomach bubbled again. 

"Come on. I'll take you to bed." Brynn stood in front of me, reaching her hand out to help me up.

And there she was again, propositioning me for sex for the umpteenth time this morning.

"Brynn, do you ever just fucking stop?" I growled, ignoring her offer to help me up.

I braced my hand on the toilet seat and pushed myself up on my shaking legs.  If I didn't get something on my stomach and keep it down, I would end up putting myself in the hospital.  My body was already eating my muscles away.  I didn't have a lot left for it to consume before it killed me.

"Didn't mean it like that, asshole. As much as I would enjoy being fucked hard, you look like a rotting corpse right now and I don't do necrophilia. Get over yourself, Miller. Not everything I do is about your sucking your dick."  Brynn scoffed.

"Could have fooled me." I pushed past her and stumbled into Riley's room, crashing down on top of the already-made bed that was covered with Riley's scent.  I pulled out the pillow Riley slept on last night and hugged it to my body.  I sighed out my beautiful girl's name and closed my eyes, still fighting against my turbulent stomach.

I already missed having her warm little body next to mine, keeping me tethered to reality.  

"One day, you will wake up and realize Riley isn't as perfect as you think she is. If you're lucky, it will be sooner than later." Brynn hissed from the doorway.

"And one day, Riley will sniff out all your bullshit and you will lose the only friend you will ever have."  I countered, snuggling deeper into the pillow.

"At least I won't be alone."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" I jumped to a seated position and launched the pillow across the room.  The words were too eerily similar to the ones Riley spoke the night we got into the fight outside Bannon's.   Brynn was there that night.  She knew what Riley had said to me. The bitch purposefully poked and dredged up the bad memories to keep my head under water.

"Because you are going to lose her first." Brynn held back her smirk, biting the inside of her cheek as she turned to walk out of the room, leaving me stupefied and alone with my obsessive thoughts.

My eyes were heavy and beyond exhausted, but my racing thoughts and upset stomach were winning the misery battle. I could see the truth in Brynn's words.  Alone—I was always meant to be alone. I wasn't ever going to be good enough for Riley Davis, even though I wanted more than anything to step up and prove to her I could be the man she needed. 

Who was I even fooling except for myself?

But I couldn't do this without the beautiful girl in my life.  There was no reason to keep fighting to survive if I would lose her in the end. I needed Riley more than the air I breathed—more than the drugs my body craved.

Bile rose up out of the back of my throat and I rolled out of bed, falling to my hands and knees on the floor.

Down.

I was slipping so far fucking down that I couldn't claw my way back up. 

I spat stomach acid onto the cheaply carpeted floor. My brain couldn't even latch onto any of my muscles to make my limbs work again. Instead, the knots inside me grew larger and larger until it felt like a giant was beating my body black and blue with a tree trunk.

And all I could do was lay there and take it—screaming Riley's name through the pain.