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Jaded Anything You Want
MarcBy the time they reached the Poconos he was almost trembling with need. Lisa hadn't let up with her soft touches and rough grabs the whole trip. If she wasn't stroking him outside of his jeans, she was squeezing him with her strong thighs or sliding her fingers into his shirt and rubbing over his chest and stomach. He got off of the bike and helped her off as a bunch of guys milled about an area where it appeared the campfire would be that evening. It was just after lunch, but Marc was done playing. He needed the wicked hot vixen beside him splayed out for him to touch and taste."Which cabin is ours?" he asked a woman with a clipboard. "Marc Martin."She pressed her finger to the board and he had to bite back the sharp cry that pushed against him to scream 'hurry' at her."You're in fifteen with Drayer McAdams." She looked up and smiled."Good. Thanks." He took Lisa's hand and moved down the row of cabins."Where you guys goin'?" Dray jogged up to them and stopped in his tracks
Jaded Beautiful Ride
LisaThe deep groan that left Marc caused chill bumps to break out across her skin, her need to make him feel deeply almost overwhelmed her. Lisa continued to work him hard and fast as he moaned over and over, his body shaking by the time she slowed. He pressed her to the wall and leaned against her, his strong arms wrapping tightly around her. His lips pressed to the side of her face and he breathed in deeply."Don't ever leave me. I'm ruined for anyone else," Marc muttered as Lisa closed her eyes, wanting to memorize the moment to take back to Maine with her."Never. I don't want a future that isn't with you, Marc.""You'll not have one, baby." He kissed her again and pulled back. She hated the loss of warmth he provided and almost turned to beckon him to stay with her in the cabin for the rest of the day. His friend could find a new place to bunk.Marc worked to get his clothes back on in between handing her various items of her own clothing. Her bra was almost ruined from his pass
Jaded Healing Together
Lisa"I actually hope I end up just like your dad. I want to give myself over to you in a way that would leave me scarred if anything happened to you." Marc rubbed his thumb over her fingers."Yeah, sounds romantic, but what if I get cancer and die in three years? You're ruined for the rest of your life?""No. I would cherish the time we had together for the rest of my life. I can't imagine anything feeling better than being in your arms or hearing my name on your lips. I want as much of you as I can have, for as long as I can have it. If that time is cut short, then yes... I want to be bent over from losing you. It means that you were, without a doubt, the center of my heart, Lisa.""Do you really believe in love that deep?" she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. They moved through a thick brush of forest and emerged in front of a vast waterfall, the wind carrying a cold mist."Yes. I feel it already building inside of me. I think most people would do anything to
Jaded Happy Together Forever
LisaOne Month Later"Marc, grab the tray of pickles and onions Sicily put together in the kitchen, baby." Lisa turned from the picnic table on the back porch of their large house in Maine."How about you get them and I'll just follow closely behind you?" He smiled and wagged his eyebrows as Kari reached out and swatted at him."No," Kari responded, rolling her eyes. "If you both go into the house again it will be another freaking hour until we see either of you. I'm ready to eat.""She's right. Marc, get the tray. Lisa, go pour tea in the glasses." Sicily walked toward Jake and put her hand out as he gave her the spatula."Why do you always have me start the burgers, but I never get to finish them?" He laughed and moved to stand beside Drake as Sicily stuck out her tongue."She wants us to give her the compliments when we decide they're the best damn burgers in the universe." Lisa looked over her shoulder and laughed. Marc had been with her for the last three days and she had him for
Jaded Sicily's Story
SicilySicily pressed her forehead to the door of the dressing room and let out a long sigh. Was there anything more depressing than trying on clothes because you couldn't fit into a damn thing in your closet?"You okay?" Kari's voice was far too soft, her friend aware of her struggles."I guess. I just think this is stupid. I plan on losing this extra weight... like now. Spending money I really don't have on clothes that I'm not going to be able to wear soon seems dumb." Sicily moved back and unzipped the pants that fit perfectly. Too bad they were two sizes bigger than she wore back in New York. It had been six months since she, Lisa and Kari had left New York and moved to Bar Harbor, Maine. The need to break away from the big city and start a new life had panned out well for both Kari and Lisa, each of them in happy, healthy relationships.I'm the only one without a guy. Maybe if I was thinner... Definitely."Sicily. Losing weight is a great plan, but you have to have something c
Jaded Crying In My Coffee
SicilyCrimson, burnt orange and yellow leaves fluttered around their feet, the trees a sight to see that time of year. The fall season was the whole reason for Lisa and Sicily picking Maine as their locale for setting up shop and trying to start a new life. She glanced over at Kari, grateful for the girl being with them as well. Kari hadn't been part of the original plan for moving to Maine simply because she was engaged to be married to a guy who was born, and would die, in New York. Frank was a scoundrel and had cheated on Kari the night before the wedding.Sicily reached out and took her friend’s hand, squeezing it and smiling at her as Kari glanced over."Did you hear me? You look lost in thought." Kari squeezed back."Hm? Oh, I am. Did you tell me when Marc was graduating?""Yeah. It's next May from what momma told me. I swear Marc and I haven't spoken in a while. Just both so busy I guess.""I need to call my brother, Johnny. It's been a few months since I've heard his voice to
Jaded A Fixer-Upper
SicilySicily had done her best to push the conversation off the night before, Kari less than thrilled with her unwillingness to open up. How would she start a conversation like that anyway?"I hate myself most days because I've gotten fat like my mother? I don't want anyone looking at me because all I see is condemnation and pity?"Making a sharp left turn, she let out a soft growl and pulled up to the shop. A little red truck was parked in the spot beside hers, the young guy she hired at the end of the summer a god-send. Martin was nineteen and had just graduated in May from Bar Harbor High, but he wasn't yet sure what he wanted to do with his life, so his parents gave him a year to figure it out. He would be forced to go to college the following year. She was happy to have him as long as he could stay.Sicily let her emotions wash out as she sat in the serenity of her car and forced herself to focus on the day she had ahead of her. The small square in the middle of the town had two
Jaded He's Her Only Hope
SicilyNo need to embarrass herself with hoping for something that would end in extreme rejection. Sicily’s friends badgered her nonstop about Drake, both of them misunderstanding his constant nagging for a crush. He wasn't interested in anything but her membership to his gym and the ability to tout to everyone that he had worked the town baker into shape. He was a dick most days - balking at her cooking and leaving her to feel like a walking heart attack, which she most likely was."I keep trying to get your boss to come see me." Drake moved toward the counter, tapping it as Sicily looked up."Oh yeah?" Martin moved up beside him, the wonder on the boy's face something Sicily was used to seeing. He wanted to be a chef and to own his own place. He was taken with her simply for that reason alone. She enjoyed it... it meant she was doing something right in some part of her life."I don't have time." She glanced back down, pressing a few buttons on the register to bring it to life. "Besi
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