by Ali Parker
"Let's get outta here?" He moved toward her, reaching for her hand.
"I feel like I'm in Dirty Dancing." She reached for the bottle and slipped her hand into his, moving behind him back out into the hall.
"There will be plenty of dirty dancing later if I have my way."
"I like the way you think."
"I like the way you look." He turned his head to look back at her, his gaze running across her and leaving her far more needy than she would ever let on.
Chapter 5
They somehow managed to slip out of the house without running into her parents. For that fact alone she was grateful. She was a grown woman and yet her mother would cut her down like she was ten. Lisa tried hard not to be too disrespectful in response when her mother got on one of her rantings, but to be embarrassed in front of a crowd of people would leave her no choice.
"Do you have anything to wear besides that pretty black dress?" He slid his arm around her waist as they walked quickly to his truck. She glanced down and realized her freaking shoes were still in the house.
"I've got to go get my shoes, Marc."
"No. I just got my financial aid in for the summer. Let's go buy you a pair of jeans and some flip flops."
"That sounds perfect." She glanced behind her to make sure no one was barging after them. "Funny how you can feel like a kid in front of your parents the minute you walk back into their house."
"I think that's the reason most people never go back home. There you're just a kid with no rights and no voice." He shrugged, opening the door for her.
"I guess. Thanks for rescuing me."
"Your feelings about your family are justified. Your mom's enough to make me want to jump from a tall bridge."
"You haven't met her." Lisa laughed as he closed the door and moved around to the other side of the truck. Inhaling deeply, she let the smell of him roll over her. A soft growl left her lips as he got into the truck. He smirked and turned to face her.
"What was that all about?"
"Smells good in here. I like it."
"It smells like a sweaty dude."
"Yeah, you." She buckled up and leaned back, turning to face him so she could watch him. "Would it be crazy to admit how much I've missed you?"
"I know the feeling." He glanced over at her and started the truck. "Let's not get wrapped up in emotion though. You're here for the weekend. Let's have a good time and enjoy each other’s company."
"Sounds good." She reached for her phone, texting her friends to let them know that she was safe and sound, and with Marc. She dropped the small contraption in her purse, knowing it was going to blow up with questions.
They made small talk until Marc pulled up and parked in front of a row of shops near Times Square. Lisa got out and shuddered at the thought of walking on the concrete with bare feet. New York was filthy at best. He moved around the car and offered his hand. Lisa took it and pulled it close to her, treasuring the sensation of his large hand engulfing hers. Never had the small things mattered, but with him everything was different.
"You want something girly or relaxed or what?" He pointed to a few stores. She laughed and popped his chest softly.
"I'm from here silly. Stop treating me like a tourist." She pointed to a shop on the end of the string of stores. "I like Franchesca's. Let's go in there."
"What the lady wants, the lady gets."
She tugged his hand behind her and turned to face him, pulling him flush against her. She looked up seductively and licked her lips. "Is that so? I want far more than I think I should. Who's going to be the judge of what becomes mine and what doesn't?"
He slid his fingers into her long copper hair and leaned down, brushing his lips across hers as if just tasting her. She pressed up, her other hand trapping his head in place as she explored the complexity of flavor that was unique to him. She moaned softly, sliding her tongue across his. He relaxed into the kiss, his arms encircling her and pulling her tightly against him. He broke the kiss, his eyes still closed as he pressed his forehead to hers.
"I thought we were going to try to not fall for each other, Lisa." He leaned in and kissed her again. She put all of herself in the kiss, every passion and unfulfilled need screaming in tandem how badly she wanted him. She pulled back, licking at his mouth once before nodding.
"Yeah, you're right. I wish you luck in that." She slipped her hand back in his and moved toward the store as if her heart wasn't working to break free from her chest. Nothing compared and nothing in her short life felt better than Marc.
How he had managed to worm his way deep into her thoughts and penetrate her darkest desires was beyond her. She looked over her shoulder at him, his eyes glossy, his tongue licking at his lips.
They walked into the store and Lisa released him, moving around to find a pretty white cotton dress and some sandals. She walked up to him as he stood near the front of the store, his sunglasses back on his face.
"I'm going to try this on." She held it up.
"No jeans?"
"Not my style. I like easy access." She tilted her head to the side. "We should get matching leather bombers and rent a bike."
"You a biker chick now? Suits, dresses and motorcycles?"
"I could be." She laughed and turned, walking through the small store to the back. She slipped into the dressing room furthest away, the door nothing more than a thin curtain. Reaching back, she worked the zipper down on her dress as the curtain moved.
"Someone is in here." Her voice was flat, her tone aggravated.
"I was hoping for that." He moved in and tugged the curtain back into place.
"What are you doing?"
"I figured this weekend was about us. We can keep pretending that we're not going to fuck or we can just spend the weekend living out wild ass fantasies with the one person we imagine in the middle of each of them." He shrugged, his confidence wickedly delicious.
"I couldn't agree more. Finish unzipping this for me." She turned around and pressed her hands to the wall above her. Marc moved in and finished unzipping the dress. She stood back up and pulled if from her shoulders. It hit the ground, the soft inhale behind her gave her reason to smile.
Her white panties and bra weren't her usual style, but sometimes the false presentation of innocence was needed. She turned to face him, her breasts pressing over the top of the bra. He moved toward her, his hands sliding along her waist as he hovered above her.
"Shit, Lisa. I knew you were beautiful, but damn, baby..." He leaned down and brushed his nose along her shoulder, a smile creeping onto his mouth as she watched him.
"Is this supposed to be your fantasy or mine?" She laughed softly, the sound as sensual as she hoped it would be.
"Mine." He moved to sit down on the small bench in the stall, motioning for her to come to him. She walked toward him, stopping just in front of him as he reached for her. Soft fingertips moved methodically down her sides, over her hips and followed the line of her panties along the curves of her rear.
He pressed his lips to her stomach and licked his way to the front of her panties, kissing her a few times and breathing in deeply. He looked up at her.
"I want to taste you."
"My fantasy will come later. Let's live in yours for now." She licked at her mouth, turning from him and bending over to slide her panties from her legs. Marc muttered a few harsh words, Lisa loving the sound of his voice.
She stood and took a few steps back before sitting down onto his lap. His hands slid up her ribs and cupped her breasts through the thin material as he pressed his mouth to the back of her shoulder. She rocked herself against him, his jeans rough and stimulating. The thickness of his erection pressed against his pants, his groan soft and just right.
He shifted her forward just a little, her bare body open as her legs draped over his. The sound of him undoing his pants caused her stomach to tighten. She glanced back at him, the lust in his eyes scorching her. He freed himself and forced her to stand up while he shimmied out
of his pants, letting them hit the floor at his feet.
She reached back and slid her fingers along the length of him, Marc arching and pressing into her hold.
"Come here, baby. I've been thinking about this moment since we met." He took ahold of her hips, his thumbs brushing over the curves of her ass. He moved her down to sit back on his lap. Lisa arched her back slightly as he entered her, the room swimming around her as dizziness tugged at her senses.
He pulled her down hard, the pressure and aggression enough to make her come. She moaned loudly and lifted up, wanting more.
"Fast..." she mumbled and dug her fingers into his thighs.
"Yeah, baby. Whatever you need. All yours." He lifted his hips, the deep frantic thrusting exactly what she hoped it would be. She bent over further, reaching between them to run her nails along his sack, Marc groaning loudly at her touch.
"So beautiful, Lisa. Everything I imagined you to be, baby." He worked harder and Lisa let herself go with the force of his demand. He was all she could think about, all she could see in moments of intimacy. And now he was here.
She stood up and turned, moving to face him. She needed to see his expression, feel his breath on her. He reached up and pulled her down as she spread her legs around him, her knees sliding along the cold seat he sat upon.
"Much better. No need to picture you in my mind when I can see you." He reached down and stroked himself, pushing his erection out as if offering it all to her. She rolled her hips, taking him deep inside of her as they both moaned. He locked her against him as she began her assault, her motions practiced, her body her weapon.
He slipped his fingers back into her hair and tightened his grip, pulling her down for a long hot kiss. The friction of their fucking tore her resolve apart, the soft whimpers rising around them coming from her. Fingers digging into his back, she rode him with the pent up frustrations she had because of him.
Surely someone would hear them and they would be busted. Surely one of the store workers would come in any minute. Lisa broke the kiss and turned to look at the curtain as Marc's teeth grazed her nipple through her bra. That was all it took. She cupped his face and tilted it toward her so that he could watch as she came undone. Her mouth dropped open and her hips pumped faster as the world broke around her, the high like nothing she had experienced before.
"So gorgeous. Take that cock, baby. Drive it into you and make a mess all over me. All yours, lover."
The warm sensation of his tongue along her thumb as she held his face rocked her into another orgasm easily and she rode the crest of it as his body tightened, his breathing hitched.
"Stop baby... Lisa, I'm going to come if you don't stop." His fingers dug into her hips as she pressed past his request.
"Shut up and fuck me," she growled and pressed her fingers into his chest. The smile that slid across his face told her she had overdone it.
He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, lifting them both off the seat with his strong thrusts. She held on tightly and felt her heart swell at the beautiful expression of relief that washed over his features as he poured himself out for her.
"Give me all of it," she whispered and buried her face into the side of his neck, jerking her hips to remind him who was ultimately in charge.
Chapter 6
They spent the remainder of the afternoon walking down Times Square together, stopping at the candy and toy shops just for fun. Lisa held on a little too tightly to his hand each chance she got. Fear washed over her more than once at the growing need for him to be a part of her life. The sex was beautiful. His body fitted hers as if made for her, but she wanted more. Never in her past had she stopped to think about more than physical attraction.
She glanced over at him and he held up a small brown teddy bear, a childish smile on his handsome face.
"You want me to get one of these for you? You can spray some of my cologne on it and snuggle it at night."
"Pst. Please. I have a body pillow I hump occasionally. That bear isn't nearly big enough to remind me of you."
"Calling me fat?" He laughed and stood, tossing the bear and walking toward her. He pulled her into a warm hug and kissed the top of her head.
"Yes. Chunky thing." She squeezed him tightly, burying her face in the musky smell of his t-shirt.
"You like it."
"I do. I'm getting hungry seeing that you forced me to leave my plate on my bed this afternoon. I bet my mother is having a conniption over food being upstairs."
"Brilliant. I wish we could see her face." Marc laughed and moved back, reaching for her hand and walking them into the early evening. The wind picked up and Lisa shivered, moving closer to him.
"I want to take you to Geno's. It's Kari's favorite place in the world. He makes everything from scratch. You up for Italian?"
"Sounds fantastic. As long as they have wine we'll be good to go." She slid her arm around his waist and nodded toward the large red sign across the street. "That it?"
"Naww... That's another Geno's." He winked and moved them toward the restaurant as she elbowed him.
"Ass."
"You love it."
She grunted, unwilling to agree with his statement. It was a little too close to the truth. Cold realization washed over her and she pulled him closer, the thought of leaving on Monday stilling her heart. How had she fallen for him so fast?
Was it really fast? They had begun this back and forth teasing relationship when Marc had helped them move to Maine back in April. Months of trying to not want each other. Ridiculous.
Marc held the door for her. The smell of garlic and cheese brushed by her senses, her stomach growling loudly.
"Geno... you here man?" Marc moved back to the door that must have led to the kitchen, pressing it open and yelling loudly.
"I'm-a here." The large Italian man moved toward them from the other side of the restaurant, the smile on his face warm and welcoming. "How did you convince this gorgeous creature to have-a dinner with you?"
Lisa chuckled as Marc's face colored with a blush. He shrugged as Geno popped him on the back and extended his hand to Lisa.
"I'm Geno. This is my place. Any friend of Marc's is family here. Take any seat you want and order anything that looks good to you. My treat."
"No, Geno. I got this." Marc moved toward Lisa, reaching for her hand and moving them into the belly of the restaurant. It was packed with people laughing and enjoying life. Wine bottles littered every table. Conversations couldn't be made out entirely - too many going on at one time.
Lisa walked closely to the handsome devil in front of her, her eyes moving down to watch the way his butt moved in his jeans. She bit her lip, looking up at him as he turned back toward her.
"There's a small private room back here. Intimate so we can talk."
"Sounds serious."
He shrugged, his smile dropping. He turned and moved through the rest of the room, slipping through a thin French door at the end of the large dining hall. Lisa's stomach contracted tightly. His playfulness was gone. Surely they weren't going to discuss the two of them. They needed to, but she didn't think she could handle his rejection.
He was free and liked being as so. She did too... before him. She had always promised herself that she would never be one of those girls. The needy ones that seemed to always need a guy by her side. She was independent and didn't need anyone.
Or didn't until April.
Sighing softly, Lisa slipped in behind him and walked languidly toward the table. He moved her chair back and she sat down, taking in the room. It wasn't much bigger than the average size bedroom in a home, only a few tables sitting empty around them. A large fireplace roared behind them and the air conditioner buzzed above. She smoothed down the front of her dress and pulled her chair up before tucking a long strand of her hair behind her ears.
"Were you serious earlier?" Marc sat down and pulled his napkin into his lap.
"About what?"
"About us getting leather jackets, tattoo
s and riding a Harley together." He laughed as she smiled, her finger brushing by her lips as she watched him.
"I don’t think I mentioned tattoos, but the rest I would actually love to do."
"Doesn't seem at all like you. Not the ‘you’ I've come to know over the last few months." He looked up, ordering a bottle of red wine from the server.
"We spent time together in April, but not much since then. There’s a lot you don't know about me."
"It's the freedom of it, isn't it?" He tilted his head to the side, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Riding the bike? Yes. There's something to be said about being a rebel and leaving the world behind in the dust. I've always wanted to experience it." She shrugged, her expression following the depression settling into her. She would leave and he would meet someone else. Life would never be the same and she hated herself for falling in love with him.
"We didn't talk much since April because you didn't want to, remember?"
"I know. I'm not sure that this isn't a mistake as well." She turned her attention to the bread basket in the center of the table, pulling out a piece and dipping it in the butter that sat before her.
"Can we not just enjoy each other when we're together?"
"And what about when we're not?"
"Lisa..."
"I don't want to talk about this. New subject. Not interested in starting these types of conversations in my mid-twenties." She laughed, but the sound fell flat. "My business is growing quite a bit in Maine. Best move I’ve made from a real estate perspective."
"That's great news."
"How's school?"
"It's going good. Just trying to keep my head above water with academics and sports." He shrugged. "I'm ready to be done."
"Three more years?"
"One and a half. I'm skipping over the master’s. I think medicine is for someone else. I'm going to look into wrapping up my Biology degree and maybe teaching for a while."