The Wicked: A Love Story

“Where do you wanna go?” Dan asked.

He was driving. They could have gone back to Lassador, or they could have gone back to Chicago, taken up in this whole strange adventure, suddenly, he almost felt discarded.

And Laurie, sounding discarded, said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you do have to go back to work.”

“I don’t really ever have to go back to work if I don’t want to.”

Dan said nothing as they drove over the unvaried countryside, and finally Laurie said, “I’m sorry. I’m just…”

“I know,” Dan said.

“So much work for us all to be together, and now she’s gone.”

Laurie sighed, leaning back and pressing his shades on.

Dan only said, “I know.”

“I feel… strange,” Laurie said.

They drove, and Dan thought how strangewas the only word for their current feeling. The moment Loreal had come, it was as if there was more room, not less, to live in, and it wasn’t that they were incomplete without her, but… no, it was that. And now, with her gone, they’d have to find a new completion. And on top of that, the strange way he had felt all morning but, damn, he had to get a better word than strange.

On that last night, they’d all been together in that bed, impassioned, but the desire had given way to sleep, the need to be together in every way possible given way to the need to rest in one another’s arms. Dan regretted that he hadn’t had Loreal one last time. That they hadn’t had each other one last time.

Laurie looked at him sadly, pulling off his glasses so that Dan smiled to look at those deep brown eyes.

“Where do you wanna go, baby?”

“I’m driving to Chicago,” Dan said. “Let’s just be alone there for a few days.”

Dan felt Laurie’s hand between his legs, felt Laurie’s hand close on him.

“Shit,” he murmured.

“You were already hard before I touched you,” Laurie said. “You were pitching a tent like no other.”

“I didn’t—” Dan couldn’t speak for the way Laurie was stroking him, “didn’t even know…Oh!”

Laurie kept stroking him while Dan drove.

Before the black jeep parked on the side of the winter road there was a green sign that said,

CHICAGO, NEXT RIGHT EXIT

Under the white sky, and in the midst of naked trees, where no cars passed, in the open door of the black Jeep, Dan Rawlinson, naked as the day he was born, fucked Laurie Malone on the side of the road. Teeth clenched as his hips smacked against Laurie’s ass, he just kept hissing, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” as he pushed his dick deeper into him.

Laurie's teeth clattered as, laying across the seat, he gripped its leather and gave into sensation. The white earth studded with brown stalks said nothing, nor the chapped grey winter road. No birds, no engines, no cars could be heard in that silent landscape, only the satisfied sounds of two hot blooded creatures who cared nothing for the cold, only Laurie as he cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me! God! God, that’s it!”

…And then only sound in all that space was the slight creak of the springs of the Jeep while Dan, hands on Laurie’s shoulders, plowed him.

When we return we will begin not only the final and eye opening chapter of pamela's journal, but the close of the final chapter ofThe wicked.