New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 34

"You boys can go on. I'll call a taxi." I said as I opened the door and slid out, shutting the door behind me. I walked inside and waited for the car to leave and disappear before stepping out of the bar and going to the one on the next block.

I knew the boys would tell Mycroft, and Mycroft would use the bar's cameras to spy on me. Couldn't let him see me shooting up, now could I?

I walked into the bar I first began my erotic dancing. I walked in and looked around, finding Tyler at a table in the darkest part of the bar, usually made for the horny couples who couldn't wait to get home and had to have sex right then and there.

I walked over to him and his eyes checked me out, smirking.

"Wow, nothing's changed much... Huh, Sweetleaf?" he asked and I smiled softly, looking down.

"Yeah, you're right. Lost or possibly gained a few pounds, but... Yeah. Nothing's changed." I said as I sat beside him and he placed his arm around my shoulders, letting me catch a glimpse of the syringe in his hand.

"It's only a small dosage, don't want to have you OD on me the first time back." he began to leave kisses on my neck and I nodded, closing my eyes. It felt wrong, so very wrong. It wasn't Sherlock's lips on my neck, and it wasn't his protective arm around my shoulder.

Tyler sat the syringe down and brought me onto his lap and held my hips.

"Will you give me a lap dance, Sweetleaf?" he asked as he started to kiss my collar bone, and I shook my head.

"I'm here for my fix, Tyler. Not sex." I stated and he thrust his hips up, making me gasp in surprise. He took it as a gasp of pleasure. He chuckled and grabbed the syringe and tied the rubber band around my right arm.

"After this, I just want a few kisses and maybe be able to touch your-"

"No, Tyler!" I snarled quietly at him and he smirked.

"You'll be high, you'll forget about it. Just let me touch you." he said, raising his left hand up my thigh and I froze, shaking my head. Then I thought about it. Sherlock hates me, and we were over. What harm could this do?

"My only exception..." I whispered into his ear as I began to grind against him, making him moan. "you can't leave a single mark on me."

He nodded and I let his hand go, continuing to grind myself against him, he stuck the needle into my arm and put the golden liquid into my veins.

I sighed at the feeling, then grabbed Tyler's hands and placed them on my breasts.

"You going to sit there or pleasure me?" I asked and he groaned, unbuckling my belt then quickly began to unbutton and unzip my jeans, slipping his right hand into my underwear and slowly running his fingers over my sex.

I whimpered at the touch and he smirked as he slid his middle and index fingers inside of me. I cried out, my under the influenced mind not filtering my words.

"We're going to the bathrooms." Tyler rasped into my ear and I nodded, standing up and grabbing Tyler's wrist, pulling him from my pants. I turned around and giggled like a school girl, following Tyler into the men's bathroom.

We had ignored the two men's cat calls as Tyler pushed me into the stall and closed and locked the door, pushing me up against the door and pulling off my top.

I leaned up and kissed him, he quickly kissed back as I began to unbutton his black shirt then pushed it off of his shoulders. I ran my nails down his chest and he groaned, thrusting against me and I whimpered.

Tyler pushed down my jeans and underwear. I toed off my boots then socks as I took off Tyler's dark jeans and left him in his boxers. I nudged the clothes that had been around my ankles off and wrapped my right leg around Tyler's waist, bringing him closer and grinding against him.

He unhooked my bra and slid it off, bringing his hands up to roughly massage my breasts. I broke from the kiss to breathe and moan.

I tilted my head back and ran a hand through his light brown hair which was soft to the touch.

A sudden memory of Sherlock ran through my head, one where he was lying with me in his bed, laughing at something stupid I had said.

I shoved Tyler off of me and panted, looking up at him.

"I can't do this. I-I, I'm sorry Tyler." I said as I quickly pulled my clothes back on, my high suddenly disappearing. I put my boots on and quickly walked from the stall, buttoning my pants and buckling my belt.

"Is it about that man you kept calling out to?" Tyler asked as he walked out, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

"What man?" I asked and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Sherlock? You kept calling out his name." he said and I nodded.

"We were together, but... Now we're not. It shouldn't bother me to have sex with you, but... It doesn't feel right. I'm sorry Tyler." I said and left the bathroom, pulling out my phone and looking at the time.

I sighed and walked outside, walking to the safe house. I looked up at the stars and looked away, finding them repulsive. On nights like this, clear and beautiful, I'd drag Sherlock outside and go to the park, looking at the stars.

Neither of us not knowing about them, like what consolations where what and what star was actually a planet. The only thing I had known was that the red tinted star was Mars and where the big and little dipper were.

I hated myself, and I always will. I rethought my days through, finding that I had just up and left Sherlock. I left him alone when he needed me, and I never asked if he was alright. I blocked him out, and I regret it.

My phone began to ring and I pulled it out, seeing it was Mary. I answered the phone and brought it up to my ear.

"Mary, I've done something very wrong." I sobbed.