“When I’m Bad, I’m Better” #lyricalfictionfriday #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

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Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!

*Slightly MATURE CONTENT*

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It was dark and past 2am but I knew it was Jake from the way his jeans hugged the back of his ass.

Hot Jake.

He was just sitting there at the back exit of the club, straddling a big, powerful motorcycle between his legs and seeing him poised like that gave me vivid images of him between mine.

Sizzling hot Jake.

Illuminated by the glow of the street lamp, Jake was waiting for someone and that someone was definitely me.

Since I’d rescued him from that nasty beat down and I’d helped him mend, I hadn’t spoken to him or returned his texts. I knew that he’d been sniffing around the club a few times over the past few weeks, trying to bump into me but I purposely hadn’t given him the chance.

Sure, I’d seen him from backstage and the girls had been quick to tell me that he’d been asking about me. But I decided to let him simmer and stew. He could continue trying to chase me down until I was good and ready to be caught.

If Jake really wanted to see me, he’d find a way to come and get me. And as usual, I was right. Waiting for me to surface from the back exit after work was his way of making things happen.

Smart sizzling hot Jake.

Before Jake could notice me, I put my game face on, shook my hair out of its ponytail and just for the fun of it, I unbuttoned an extra button from my top to reveal a little extra skin. Then I walked right past him.

“Gabriella.”

His thick deep voice immediately made my lady bits tingle and I knew that my plan to make him work for it wouldn’t last very long. I stopped, turned slowly and pretended to be surprised.

“Gabriella, where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding isn’t my style. I’m just a busy girl Jake.”

“Too busy to spare a few minutes of your time for me?”

Jake raked back on the bike and folded his arms, a smile spreading across his face.

“That all depends. Right now, I’m a busy girl who is very tired and needs to go to bed.”

As I started to walk away, Jake outstretched his hand and slowly held me back by the elbow. Of course, I let him stop me. I was looking forward to that smile being my downfall.

“Now that sounds like a good idea.”Jake’s voice oozed with heat and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hop on and let me give you a ride. It’s too dark for you to be walking alone. This is not exactly the best of neighborhoods.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I can handle myself quite well Jake.”

I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, knowing that my hair would fall seductively over the side of my face. It was a move that always succeeded in getting me what I wanted to have.

Jake’s eyes immediately slowly slid over the length of my body, down to the tips of my French manicured toes, back up to my ample cleavage and then rested on my mouth. When Jake ran his tongue over his lips, I knew that it was involuntary and exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same.

“I’m more than capable of handling you Gabriella.”

Yummy, yum, yum. This man could definitely get me to…

“I’m not so sure about that. Only time will tell if I decide to give you the time of day.”

Jake shook his head and let go of my arm.

“You are bad girl Gabriella.”

“Well, when I’m good, I’m bad and when I’m bad, I’m better…”

“Is that what you say about yourself?”

Now it was turn to fold my arms and shake my head.

“No, but that’s what other people say about me. Life is so much more interesting when I’m bad”.

“So you’re refusing to take my ride?” Jake asked again. He was making me all sorts of hot and making me want some not-so-innocent fun.

“What type of ride are you offering me?” I asked, getting close enough to smell his cologne.

“Gabriella, I didn’t mean it like that,” Jake said, suddenly looking a little embarrassed that I had sexified his words. He shifted uncomfortably on the bike seat. “I was just joking around.”

I’m not joking.”

I let my bag fall to the ground and my fingers found themselves gathering up the oversized white shirt that hid my short skirt. I almost cracked up at his shocked expression as he stared down at what my fingers were doing. Before Jake could wrap his head around what was happening, I threw a leg over the bike and straddle it just like him. The only difference was that I made sure to face him so that we were up close and very personal. Face to face, bodies just inches apart.

I placed both of my palms on his chest to balance myself and inched my body a little closer, thinking how strong his muscles felt through his shirt. Then, I slipped my arms around his waist and crushed my chest against his.

Don’t look for what you thought you wanted to find… unless you know that you can handle it,” I purred into his ear. “But if this is the kind of ride you’re offering Jake, I’ll gladly take it…If you can handle me.”

(Related to “Naughty Girls Need Love Too.”)

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Back It Up” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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Don’t look for what you don’t want to find…”

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“You Look Good In My Shirt” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #MarquessaChallenge (soon to be #LyricalFictionChallenge) – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!

Delaney was breathtaking standing in the doorway. It almost hurt to look at her.

Barefoot, messy hair, barely any make-up and wearing one of my shirts that fit her more like a mini dress…absolutely sexy.

Hmmm…I can easily picture her years from now, getting better looking with every year, reaching her sexual peak and maybe even with the kind of fuller figure physique that I had preference for…I need her to stay.

“We need to do this more often. You look good in my shirt.”

Laney laughed, twirled in my shirt and then waved her stained clothes at me.

“Spilling red wine all over me? I don’t think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you did it on purpose Alejandro.”

But I hadn’t and she knew it. I’d tripped over one of Nate’s toys just as I was handing her a glass of wine and the contents had splashed on her shirt and capri pants. After it happened, Nate taken one look at the situation and had quickly vanished for fear of being disciplined. I’d warned him more than once about leaving his toys around.

“Where’s your washing machine? Maybe I could soak these down and see if they are salvageable.”

I jumped up and grabbed at the clothes.

“No need. Alma will take care of it.”

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to ask Alma,” she started to protest but I quickly placed a finger on her lips. I would have prefered to quiet her with a kiss but I didn’t.

“And you don’t have to be so independent all the time. Once and a while, just let someone else handle things. Let me take care of you.”

Delaney smiled but rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed me her clothes. I went to find Alma who was more than happy to get the wine stains out. As I walked back outside to the deck, I stopped to watch Delaney leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. Delaney never got tired of the view and I never got tired of watching her enjoy it.

My eyes glided over her curvy body and down the length of her smooth bare legs. I didn’t want to imagine the day that she would no longer be around but our days were numbered. I brushed up next to her.

“You should go talk to Nate. He probably thinks that you’re upset at what happened,” she encouraged.

It was no secret that my little boy was in love with her and even our dog wouldn’t leave her alone whenever she came over. Delaney was tuned into Nate and not even his own mother had that ability. Instead of being upset about her outfit being ruined, Delaney brushed it all off like water on a duck’s back.

“No, not yet. He’s in his room and should have a little time to reflect on why I keep telling him to put his toys away.”

Delaney didn’t argue and we stood in silence for a while. That’s what I loved about being with her – words weren’t always necessary for us to talk.

I took her hand and lead her to the hammock. I settled myself in and helped her do the same alongside me. We swayed and swayed, saying nothing but my mind wandering to the future when she would be gone.

I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked her what I had always wanted to know.

“Laney?”

“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you don’t want me to know.”

I felt her body stiffen. Just when I’d thought that I’d overstepped our bounds, her body relaxed and she looked up at me.

“Okay.”

As I looked into her pretty brown eyes, I was no longer sure if I truly wanted to know. None of it would matter if Delaney stayed.

I needed her to stay.

I needed to give her a reason to stay.

©2016-2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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“…I swear you get better looking with every year…your sexual peak, your full figure physique…”

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Hurt You” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“God knows I never meant to hurt you…I never meant take it that far…”

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“All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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It was almost 9:00pm and throngs of people whizzed past the café near Central Park where he had asked me to meet him.

I blamed this crazy city for taking such a chance. What was I doing meeting a man I really didn’t know in the middle of New York City before I had to fly back home?

This is how it all went down.

The moment he sat down and said hello, something in me ignited. His cute crooked smile took me off guard. And when he saw the tattered copy of Stephen King’s Needful Things on my lap, he pulled his copy of Misery from his bag and complimented me on my great taste in authors. Like that memorable line from that movie I didn’t much like, I had to admit that he had me at hello.

For the entire six hour flight, our conversation flowed as if we had known each other forever. Handsome, intellectual, funny and unafraid to challenge me on my thoughts about the post-election events, I was intrigued and attracted when I should not have been.

The chemistry between us had been undeniable. When he asked for my number, I should have thought twice about it. But I couldn’t resist, even though I was only in town for a few days.

And when he called me, I agreed to a late coffee date.

Now, second thoughts were whirling around my head.

I should be back at the hotel, ordering room service and thinking about getting a good night’s sleep. But here I am, waiting for a handsome stranger who will probably not turn up. Hot or not, I don’t live here. I don’t even know if he lives here. What the hell am I thinking?

Just as I was about to abandon my coffee and leave, he walked through the door. Both nervous and excited, it quickly hit me that I didn’t even know his name.

“Hey.”

He sat down, looked around nervously and smiled.

Oh my, that cute crooked smile…

“Hi.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he reached across the table. With the touch of his hand, a fire started burning inside of me.

“This is crazy. Absolutely crazy. I feel like I’ve always known you which is totally nuts. And I don’t even know your name. ”

I knew exactly what he meant.

“Isn’t that what New York is all about? Being a little crazy? Taking chances?”

I laughed nervously and squeezed his hand. He shook his head and suddenly looked sad.

“Yeah, that’s what people say about this place but I really shouldn’t be here. I’m…married,” he whispered and looked away, ashamed.

I took a deep breath and held onto his hand tighter.

“Well, to be honest, I shouldn’t be here either. I’m married too.”

His head snapped back with surprise. Nothing about the situation was funny but yet we soon broke out in laughter.

“We’re going to burn in hell for doing what we’re doing right now.”

His lips were hypnotizing me and all I wanted was to taste them.

“We’re only talking and having coffee…right now.”

He leaned across the table and kissed me. My entire body light up with a desire for much more than a kiss.

“You taste like strawberries,” he whispered against my flavored lipgloss.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, savoring the moment.

“Yes, it is. I happen to love strawberries.”

He leaned away from me and extended his hand for a handshake.

“My name is…Harry.”

I took his hand and smiled.

“Nice to meet you Harry. I’m…Meghan.”

We kissed again but this time thoroughly, knowing that we were both lying. But we didn’t care because we’d soon be strangers making the most of the dark.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Someone To Hold” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“With the touch of your hand, you start a fire burning…”

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