Summer Lark

"There's not even any space to do anything." "Wanna bet?" Royal says playfully drunk. "Sure." I smile, no way he wins this. "If I win you'll let me help you with that ache between your legs." He whispers seductively. "And If I win, fuck I don't know, I'll hold on to it so when the time comes I can use it." I say flustered. "Fair." We shake on it, and I really hope I'm right. We get out of the car and he climbs into the backseat and sits with his back to the door so one of his legs are lying across the seat and the other is resting on the ground. "Now come here." He says waving me in. I swing my legs over the sides and climb in. "Now what smartass?" "Now come sit between my legs." I carefully sit down between his legs. He cups the underneath of my knee and spreads my legs. The moon illuminating us. "Dumbass, how are you going to fuck me like this?" "Who said anything about fucking? I said take care of your needs, not mine. And quite easily actually." He says trailing a gentle hand down my body... ---- Carmella Howard has always traveled, just how its always been. After high school she took a gap year and explored with her friend Eden. And she never stopped, she went home for a little but she doesn't get along with her parents so she left again. This time landing herself in a small beach town in New York with a grumping next door neighbor. Royal Temples has lived in this town ever since he was four. He owns two small houses on the edge of the beach, one he lives in and the other he rents out. Normally he doesn't notice the people renting the house. It's usually a small family or a young couple who either never leave the house or are always in town exploring and stuff. That was until she rented his place out and her overly friendly dog and him become best friends. ---- The 'Lark' definition I am going off of is "something done for fun, especially something mischievous or daring; an amusing adventure or escapade."

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Chapter thirty five: Carmella

"Mel who in God's name is that boy?""Thats my boyfriend, the one you talked to over the phone?" I swear she has memory loss."How much did you have to play him to do this, you know it's nothing to be ashamed if don't have a parnter or a path in life like your brother." Of course, 'like my brother'."Mom that is my boyfriend, I didn't have to pay him anything, he wanted to be here." She gives me a sceptical look and just nods her head very clearly not believing me."Whatever." I say rolling my eyes then heading out the squeaky door. A car pulls in and out steps Lyra and Quinn. Lyra has always been pretty, gorgeous natural blonde curly hair, blue eyes. Sharp yet gentle feachers. Quinn is built like a hockey player, tall, lean, muscular, wide shoulders. Lyra looks over and her eyes catch on mine."Ella!!" She squeals as she comes running over and embracing me in a hug. "Oh my dear heavens I thought I'd never see you again. I have so much to catch you up on." Just then Quinn walks over with the most adorable baby I've ever seen."I think you might want to start with that." I say bobbing my head towards the infant. Lyra gently takes the baby from Quinn and cradles her. "Carmella this is Bea." She says as the baby wraps her tiny fingers around Lyras pointer finger."I didn't even know you were pregnant." I say as sadness washes over me. Its my fault I know that, that I don't know anything that's happening in my family's life. I look down at Lyras finger already knowing what's going to be there. A dainty little gold band with a tiny diamond."Your engaged." I smile faintly at the idea of Lyra and Quinn finally making a family for themselves. "Yeah we are, sometime in fall is when were thinking about having the wedding. We should be deciding on a date soon and then we'll send an invite to your residents." Lyra looks over my shoulder and makes a funny face. Hands wrap around my waist as a large body approaches. "Hey lovely.""Hey hot shot." I smile up at him leaning into him. This is way to easy, us just acting like we're dating. He makes it so easy to forget that 'Hey Carmella when you go back to New York it will still be the same as in, You. Are. Not. Dating. Royal.'"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Royal, Carmella's boyfriend."

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