<center>Chapter Eleven</center>
“Liz, why are you sitting here all by yourself?” Kyle asks as he approaches later on. “Instead of out there shaking that little ass of yours?”
I shrug, letting out a sigh as I glance back at the supply room, where Nick and Max are still holed up.
What the hell are they doing in there? Plotting hostile takeovers? Having a private keg party? Jeez…
“I just don’t feel like dancing, I guess.”
He looks at me unbelievingly. “Right…” he drawls, shaking his head. He opens his mouth again to speak, when his eyes widen and train on a spot to my left.
I glance over in curiosity and see a beautiful brunette clad in a short black skirt and white halter holding a platter of dirty glasses and walking towards the bar. Her long hair hangs to the middle of her back and seems to shimmer under the dim lights.
I look back at Kyle and do a double take as I notice the longing in his eyes. I snap my fingers in his face. “Hey, where are you?”
He blinks and looks back at me. “Huh?”
“Who is she?” I ask in amusement. I look back over and see the girl in question smiling shyly at a group of college-aged guys doing their best to flirt with her.
“Who is who?” he replies in irritation, his jaw clenching as the mystery girl laughs at something one of the overzealous Romeo’s says.
“As if you don’t know,” I state dryly, shaking my head back and forth. “Come on, Valenti. Let’s hear it.”
I expect him to come back with a sarcastic quip as usual, therefore I am shocked when he releases a sigh of frustration and plops on the stool next to me. “She’s the new girl Joe hired.”
My brows lift in surprise as I look back over at her. She turns her head quickly, as if being caught staring at something. “Really? I thought you said she was from India?”
“What? I said Indiana, Liz,” he replies. “You need a hearing test.”
I smack him on the chest, mock glaring. “Hey, maybe you should try enunciating sometime, you stupid jock.”
He simply smirks and holds a hand over his chest. “Ouch, babe. Straight into the raw nerves.”
I roll my eyes as he breaks out into a grin. Well, damn. So much for getting free belly dancing lessons. “What’s her name?”
“Serena,” he breathes reverently, then seems to realize his blight. “Serena Gannon,” he states more firmly.
“Gannon? Is she related to Nick?” I ask in interest.
“Cousins or something,” Kyle states offhandedly. “But don’t go getting any ideas, Parker. She doesn’t really talk much, I doubt she’s looking for a new best friend.”
I cluck my tongue knowingly. “Let me guess… she turned you down?”
His face reddens in indignation. “I didn’t ask!”
“Hey, simmer down, big boy!” I say in surprise, holding my hands up in placation. “I was just joking around.”
His scowl disappears and he relaxes as he turns to look back at her. I study him for a moment, my eyes narrowing in realization.
“You like her.” It’s not a question, and he looks sharply at me. “Admit it, Kyle. This isn’t one of your usual bimbos. You actually like her, don’t you?”
Before he can answer me to deny or confirm, Serena steps up to us.
“Hi, Kyle,” she smiles hesitantly, her green eyes blinking shyly. “Um… Joe said you could show me around and get me adjusted and everything?”
Kyle practically falls off his chair at her soft voice. “Uh… uh... I uh…” He proceeds to stare at her owlishly.
Serena shifts uncomfortably under his dazed scrutiny and I roll my eyes before reaching out a friendly hand.
“Hi, I’m Liz, Kyle’s interpreter,” I smile brightly, earning a glare from Kyle. “He’s still a work in progress. So, you’re Joe’s newest victim? ”
She smiles a little wider and places her hand in mine. “Serena Gannon. And yes, I suppose I am.”
Up close I can tell she’s even more beautiful than I thought. Her skin is a delicate mixture of peaches and cream, lending her a youthful innocence. I figure her to be in her late teens, early twenties. Her eyes are shaped like a cat’s, and flecked with gold inside a deep evergreen. Her smile is reminiscent of Nick’s, down to the last dimple.
“You’re Nick’s cousin?” I say warmly, immediately liking her. “Now that I think about it, I remember him speaking of you.”
She laughs lightly, the sound making me think of tinkling bells at Christmas. “Guilty as charged. I hope whatever he said wasn’t too far-fetched. He has a tendency to embellish where I’m concerned.”
“He said only nice things, so I’m sure he didn’t exaggerate,” I smile. “I remember he spent six hours talking to me on the phone about you winning a scholastic achievement award from Brown University. I don’t think he got any sleep that night,” I laugh.
Her face flushes slightly and then her eyes widen. “Wait… Liz? As in, Liz Parker?”
I nod my head, smiling in puzzlement as she suddenly laughs and gives me a friendly hug.
“Nick has told me so much about you, I feel like you’re a member of the family!” she says excitedly, then laughs lightly. “I remember when he had a crush on you and you were all he’d talk about!”
My mouth drops open and I stifle a shriek. “WHAT? He had a crush on me?”
Serena’s smile falters. “Oh goodness, you don’t know? I can’t believe he never told you! It was a few years back, but I was sure he’d have said something about it by now!”
I shake my head in amazement. “Well, that just figures! One more potential date down the drain,” I grouse jokingly.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he told me he never said anything at the time because he knew you liked someone else,” Serena offered reluctantly. “Someone named Matt? I think that was his name.”
My mouth falls open again, and my cheeks flush as I hazard a glance at Kyle.
“Wait, who’s Matt?” he demands. “I don’t know any Matt’s. Liz, who is she talking about?”
“Or maybe it was Ma-“
“I think Nick just misunderstood,” I blurt out before Serena can guess correctly the name of my childhood crush and current flame.
Great, Nick has known all along about Max and me? Who else might have had an idea? Then again, Nick is more perceptive about things than many people.
“Hey, was all this going on while you and I were together?” Kyle demands suspiciously, complete with hands on his hips.
Serena glances at him then at me. “You two were involved?” she asks, biting her lip.
I wave my hand casually. “Oh, a long time ago. And Nick wouldn’t have dreamed of poaching on your territory, Kyle,” I add blandly, rolling my eyes at his show of indignance.
“Yeah, well… whatever,” Kyle mumbles, then turns his attention to Serena. “So… what brings you to Roswell, Serena?”
I raise an eyebrow at his flirtacious tone. Well, well, Mr. Valenti seems to have regained his use of speech…
I stifle a giggle at my cheeky thought.
Serena flushes slightly, and brushes her hands down her skirt before answering. “Oh, well… after I graduated, I spent a year abroad-“
“Ooh, where?” I squeal in interest, taking a sip of my drink as I give her my full attention.
“Um, mostly Europe. Florence, Paris… I spent a few months in Athens.”
“Wow,” I sigh enviously. “I would die to see Italy. But alas, I’ve never been out of the South-West.”
“Well, Italy’s nice,” Serena agrees. “But I think my favorite had to be Scotland. There’s just something magical about the Highlands. All those castle ruins, the fertile land, the legends… it just seems like anything could happen there.”
“Well, you sold me!” I laugh, glancing at Kyle, who has been hanging on Serena’s every word. “What about you, Kyle?”
“Huh?” his head slips out of his hands as he breaks out of his ‘Serena-appreciation’ daze. “Yeah, sure! That sounds great!”
I shake my head at him indulgently. “You have no idea what we’re talking about, do you?”
He glares at me. “I can follow a freaking conversation, thank you very much. Yes, I think Scotland sounds very… magical.”
I can’t help it, I giggle at his description and even Serena tries to press her lips into a straight line. “Wow, I wish the Lobo’s could be here to hear this,” I say, referring to the UNM football team that Kyle plays for.
“Anyway… you were telling us why you’re here, before Liz rudely interrupted you,” Kyle says between gritted teeth.
I snort, but turn my attention back to Serena.
“Um, I guess I got a little tired of traveling and decided to come home for awhile before I started my schooling,” Serena explains.
“But why not stay in Indiana?” I inquire. “Not that we mind having you here,” I add quickly.
“Certainly not,” Kyle murmurs.
Serena shrugs a shoulder. “There was some family stuff at home… let’s just say I didn’t feel like getting in the middle of it. Nick called, and before I knew it he was offering me a place to stay and a job.”
I nod, exchanging a glance with Kyle. “Well, I don’t know how much fun Roswell is, but you’ll have a blast working here. Joe’s a great boss – he looks big and intimidating, but he’s really just a big ol’ teddy bear.”
“Says the girl who doesn’t work here,” Kyle grumbles good-naturedly. “Haven’t you figured out yet that Joe is only like that with women?”
“Maybe if you didn’t purposefully try to piss him off,” I point out and Kyle grins as he hops of the barstool.
“Yeah… well, someone has to. Come on, Serena. Let’s show you the ropes.”
“Okay,” she blushes again. “It was really nice meeting you, Liz.”
“Likewise, we’ll have to get together so I can introduce you to the rest of the group.”
“Great, well, um, I’m staying with Nick so you can just call there…” she trails off uncertainly, and I nod.
“Definitely. Well, take care of her Kyle, and try not to bestow any of your bad habits on her,” I quip, waving as they head away from the bar.
Leaving me alone once again.
I sigh again and stare down at gleaming wood as my mind wanders twenty feet away.
After several moments of anxious pondering, I see Nick and Max finally emerge from the back room. Nick has his arm slung around Max’s shoulders, his mouth moving as Max nods, his face slightly strained.
My grip on my glass tightens as I watch Nick pat Max on the back and look over at me. He sort of shoves Max in my direction and Max stumbles, scowling over his shoulder as Nick looks innocently at the ceiling.
Max turns back and our gazes clash. A flare of awareness jolts me and I swallow at the connection. I watch as the similar reaction on Max’s face and he takes a hesitant step toward me.
I swallow nervously as he reaches me. We both just stand there for a moment, before Max opens his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he stares into my eyes. “I just got upset thinking about you and that bast- anyway, I had no right because it was before we were together and I don’t want to be one of those boyfriends who get pissed off about stuff that doesn’t matter in the long run and-“
“Max!” I cut of his rambling, my mouth hanging open at his harried words and imploring tone. “What did you just say?”
He bites his lip in an adorable fashion and cocks his head. “Uh, I’m sorry?”
I smile brightly. “You’re forgiven.”
He blinks in surprise. “I am? You’re not even going to make me beg? Or ask me about the girls I’ve slept with?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Now that you mention it… I did kind of have a little question…” my voice trails off.
“What?” he places his hand on top of mine. “Liz, you can ask me anything. I don’t want you to think I’m going to blow up or act like an asshole or something. What do you want to know?”
I worry my lip between my teeth, hesitating momentarily before blurting out, “Max, did you ever sleep with-“
“MAX!”
My words are cut off by a very familiar squeal accompanied by a flurry of blonde curls and a white halter dress.
“Tess…” I mumble, both finishing my earlier sentence and stating the obvious.
“Max, there you are!” Tess Harding blows a deep breath and gives Max a huge smile. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Max smiles politely. “Well, you found me. Is there something you need?”
“Max, I’ve missed you so much,” Tess says in a sweet voice that makes me want to gag. “We need to talk.”
She glances at Max’s hand on top of mine, her eyes narrow, then she shrugs, obviously discarding me as a possible threat. I can practically hear my teeth grinding.
Max must also, because he shoots me an apologetic look before turning his attention back to the blonde at his side. “Um, Tess… we’ve already said everything that needs to be said…” he trails off meaningfully, but Tess shakes her head.
“Max, please?” she says, her blue eyes big and pleading. “I know you said you needed some time, but…” she glances at me and her lips press together. “Excuse me, but I need to talk to Max. Alone.”
“Tess-“ Max starts, but I shake my head and smile fakely at the petite blonde.
“I don’t want to intrude, so I’ll just be over by the stage,” I point over to where Alex and his band have just walked in. “Take as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” Tess preens at the same time Max says, “Liz, wait…”
I simply waggle my fingers and turn away, the smile immediately dropping from my face as I stomp over to where Nick, Joe, and Alex are talking.
“Hey, Liz,” Nick says, grinning at me, then narrowing his eyes at my stormy expression. “What’s wrong? I thought Max apologized?”
I glare at him and look pointedly at Alex, who is staring at me with a confused expression. “That girl is here again.”
Nick frowns and glances over my shoulder where Tess is currently got her arms wrapped around Max’s waist. His blue gaze darkens momentarily before he swallows and looks away. “It’s an open bar, Liz. We can’t just not let her in,” he says sadly, his gaze flickering back over my head.
I turn and clench my jaw as I watch Tess place her lips on Max’s.
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Not So Little (M/L / Adult) (Complete)
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<center>Chapter Twelve</center>
I hear Joe’s low whistle and my fists clench as I take an automatic step forward.
“I didn’t know they were getting back together,” Alex says thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure Max said it was over.”
I look back just in time to see Max pull away from Tess’s grip and fold his arms across his chest. His eyes glower as he says something in a low voice. Tess’s smile fades and her eyebrows crease together as she puts her hands on her hips and replies.
“I don’t think they’re getting back together,” Joe says disapprovingly. “At least, not the way she wishes.”
“She is a little ditzy,” Alex admits, exchanging meaningful looks with Joe. “Didn’t she ask Max out, like, three times before he agreed to go on a date with her?”
“Hey, let’s not discuss the lady in her presence,” Nick says tightly. “And she’s not ditzy, she’s nice.”
I narrow my eyes in surprise at his defense of Tess, but before I can comment on it, he storms off.
I turn to Joe, who shrugs at me and then follows Nick. Well, I have no idea what’s up Nick’s behind, but Joe can help. Those two have been like peas in a pod ever since I can remember.
“What’s up his ass?” I wonder aloud, staring after Nick’s abrupt departure.
“Quiet, I can’t hear what’s going on!” Alex hisses, craning his head towards Max and Tess.
“You’re so nosy, Alex,” I rib him, sneering as he shoots me a reproachful look. But silence envelops us as we try to hear the conversation going on ten feet away.
“-over, Tess. I thought we already had this conversation.”
“And I told you that we hadn’t finished yet,” Tess replies in an insistent voice. “You’ve had some time to think things over…”
“I haven’t changed my mind,” Max cuts her off in a tired voice. “Tess, I’m sorry, but you should know… I’m involved with someone else.”
Tess gasps and holds her hand to her mouth as her eyes widen with hurt. “Excuse me?”
Max bites his lip and takes a step towards her, but Tess holds up a hand and steps back. “Tess…”
“How could you?” she demands, her voice filled with humiliation. “It’s been, what, five days?”
Max sighs and looks down. “I’m sorry. I should have told you straight out that I was interested in someone else-“
“So that’s the real reason you dumped me,” Tess concludes, pressing her fingers together at her lips. “All that bullshit about being too busy with school and work… you couldn’t just tell me that you didn’t want me.”
“You didn’t want to hear it,” Max points out a little irritably. “I told you it was over.”
“You knew I cared about you,” Tess cries and I have to admit that I feel a little pity for her. She’s obviously very embarrassed at Max’s disclosure.
Max rubs his brow and sighs. “I care about you, too.”
Tess freezes, and I draw a deep breath as pain threatens to overwhelm me.
“But not the way you want,” he finishes gently. “I care about you as a friend, Tessa. Nothing more… I’m sorry.”
Tess’s face crumples. “You’re sorry,” she laughs half to herself. She closes her eyes and seems to be fighting for control of the tears shimmering in her eyes moments before.
Max shifts awkwardly on his feet, and I can tell he wants to comfort her but doesn’t want to make things worse.
Suddenly, her eyes open and she lets out a sigh. “Well, I guess I can’t make you feel for me the way I wish you did,” she says in a sad voice. “I have to say I wish you had let me know sooner, but I admit… I probably wouldn’t have listened to you at the time anyway. Somehow I thought there was something more between us.”
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you, Tess. I… I do want to be friends.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Not yet, Max. I need some time to figure things out. But… maybe someday I’ll be able to look at you without feeling so stupid.”
Max’s face softens and he reaches out a hand to touch her cheek. While five minutes before I would have been seething with jealousy, I realize it for the comforting gesture it is.
“You’re not stupid, Tess,” Max says adamantly. “And just because I wasn’t the one for you, doesn’t mean he isn’t out there.”
I hear Alex snort next to me at Max’s flowery comment and I nudge him while my own heart expands at Max’s sweet assurances.
“Right, well, let me know if you happen to see him,” Tess mutters despondently.
A strange sparkle lights Max’s golden eyes and he cocks a brow. “What about Nick?”
Tess stares at him for a moment, then wrinkles her nose. “Nick Gannon? The bouncer? What about him?”
“He’s a nice guy, and I’ve seen him checking you out a lot,” Max wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Yeah, me and every other girl within the ten mile radius,” Tess rolls her eyes. “He wouldn’t be able to commit to a real relationship – he’s way to flirtatious.”
“Well, don’t rule it out just yet,” Max advises softly. “And whoever you do end up with, he’ll be a really lucky guy.”
“Thanks for saying that,” she smiles.
He nods, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“Well, I’d better go,” Tess whispers, shooting him one last longing gaze before turning on her heel and leaving.
I excuse myself from Alex as I watch Max turn to stare at me. I walk over and notice as he stiffens his stance as if expecting a blow.
“Liz, before you get mad, please understand-“
“I want you now,” I interrupt huskily. “I need you, Max.”
His eyes practically bug out as he stares at me. “You aren’t mad?”
I sniff as I shake my head slowly. “Max… that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen a guy do,” I admit in a choked voice.
“It is?” he echoes.
“I’ll explain later, right now I need you inside me.”
His questions disappear as his eyes turn a shade darker and he swallows convulsively. “I, uh… I’m off in fifteen minutes…?”
“I’ll meet you at your apartment?” I ask, playing with the neckline of my dress and smiling inwardly as his eyes fall to my breasts.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes.
He looks so excited I can’t help but tease him. “Don’t think you’re off the hook for kissing her, though.”
He immediately straightens and frowns. “I didn’t know she was going to kiss me.”
I laugh lightly at the sincerity and indignance on his features and give him a wink. “I know. See you in a few.”
I feel his hot gaze following me as I walk around the room saying goodbye to everyone. On my way out the door, I throw him a hungry look and watch as he clenches his fists in his pants.
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I let myself into the spacious three-bedroom apartment using Michael’s old key from when he used to live there with Max.
I place my purse absently on a table by the door as I glance around at the supremely male dominated atmosphere. Everything seems the same as I remembered it being… only cleaner.
I stifle a smile as I realize that probably has more to do with the fact that my brother isn’t there any longer to leave his stuff lying around.
The focal point of the room is a big screen TV with all the electronic toys that make men do the happy dance like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. A masculine black leather couch sits a few feet away, along with a glass-topped coffee table and floor lamp.
As I run my fingers across the supple leather, I can’t help but think how much better everything would look with a feminine touch.
Hmm…
My eyes fall on the open bedroom door that I know belongs to Max. My heartbeat picks up foolishly as I make my way there. Even though Max and I have been intimate several times already, I can’t avoid the sense of forbidden pleasure I receive from seeing the place he sleeps every night.
I remember the times I visited Michael here, how I used to fantasize about staying in this very room, snuggling up in a pair of strong arms.
I turn on the lamp next to his bed and let out a soft breath as the warm glow settles over the room, giving me a deeper insight into Max Evans’s life.
His scent clings to the air as I take in the surroundings – the smoky gray carpet, the sturdy oak furniture, the king-sized bed with the soft blue sheets, still rumpled from the last time they were lain in…
I can see a pair of warm-up pants discarded in a chair, a set of expensive running shoes lying on the ground below them. School books crowd the massive desk and a computer screen glows softly with a screensaver depicting various comic strip characters.
My heart swells with tenderness as I recall how much Max enjoyed cartoons when he was younger. Apparently some things never change.
I take in the bookshelf overflowing with various sports and academic awards, along with several best-sellers and classics that I enjoy reading myself.
My smile widens as I glimpse Sex and the City by Candice Bushnall and I make a note to question him about that choice when he arrives.
As if on cue, I hear a soft click and turn to see Max staring at me as he locks the door behind him.
I suddenly feel quite shy as I realize that we’re all alone with no chance of being interrupted by anyone. I clasp my hands together and watch him as he leans against the doorjamb, an unreadable look in his eyes.
“I… I didn’t hear you come in,” I finally say lamely, wondering what happened to the confident woman back at the bar.
“You seemed to be thinking pretty hard,” Max says by way of an explanation, slowly leaning away from the wall and starting towards me.
My pulse trips as he turns the lamp off on his way, leaving only the blue-light emanating from his desk. His hands fall limply to his sides as he stares at me, his golden eyes piercing the darkness.
“Joe didn’t mind you leaving early?” I ask, taking a step towards him as he watches my every move.
“Nah, he was too busy with Alex’s band to care,” he replies in a husky voice. Then he lifts a hand to me. “You’re too far away.”
Just like that, with those softly murmured words, everything shifts into focus and I find myself in his arms. Our mouths meet in a heartbreakingly gentle kiss, nothing more than a mere brushing of lips.
His hand cups my cheek, slides across my jaw and into my hair to angle my head as the kiss deepens slightly. I sigh into his mouth, shifting closer to him as his other arm wraps around my back, holding me tightly against his body.
He breaks away and rests against my forehead. “What is it about you, Liz Parker?” he questions mellifluously, his fingers teasing the nape of my neck. “You make me crazy…”
I nuzzle his throat, inhaling his musky scent and reply breathlessly. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, hauling me closer and placing a tender kiss to my temple. “Don’t be. God, when I’m with you… I can’t seem to remember how to breathe.”
I catch my own breath at his earnest tone and he chuckles lightly before elucidating. “You make me feel like an adolescent hungering for his first taste of a woman. And the only woman who can satisfy my appetite is you.”
I open my mouth, unsure of how to respond. So I say the first thing that pops into my head. “Poetry, Max?”
He brings both hands to my face and lifts my head to meet his serious gaze. “No, just the truth.”
I bite my lip and tilt my head as he continues to stare at me. “Max… I don’t know… what to say.”
His jaw clenches for a moment, as he appears to debate with himself about something. Then, he takes a deep breath and says, “You could tell me you love me. Because I think I’m in love with you, Liz. And it scares the hell out of me to think you may not feel the same way.”
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I hear Joe’s low whistle and my fists clench as I take an automatic step forward.
“I didn’t know they were getting back together,” Alex says thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure Max said it was over.”
I look back just in time to see Max pull away from Tess’s grip and fold his arms across his chest. His eyes glower as he says something in a low voice. Tess’s smile fades and her eyebrows crease together as she puts her hands on her hips and replies.
“I don’t think they’re getting back together,” Joe says disapprovingly. “At least, not the way she wishes.”
“She is a little ditzy,” Alex admits, exchanging meaningful looks with Joe. “Didn’t she ask Max out, like, three times before he agreed to go on a date with her?”
“Hey, let’s not discuss the lady in her presence,” Nick says tightly. “And she’s not ditzy, she’s nice.”
I narrow my eyes in surprise at his defense of Tess, but before I can comment on it, he storms off.
I turn to Joe, who shrugs at me and then follows Nick. Well, I have no idea what’s up Nick’s behind, but Joe can help. Those two have been like peas in a pod ever since I can remember.
“What’s up his ass?” I wonder aloud, staring after Nick’s abrupt departure.
“Quiet, I can’t hear what’s going on!” Alex hisses, craning his head towards Max and Tess.
“You’re so nosy, Alex,” I rib him, sneering as he shoots me a reproachful look. But silence envelops us as we try to hear the conversation going on ten feet away.
“-over, Tess. I thought we already had this conversation.”
“And I told you that we hadn’t finished yet,” Tess replies in an insistent voice. “You’ve had some time to think things over…”
“I haven’t changed my mind,” Max cuts her off in a tired voice. “Tess, I’m sorry, but you should know… I’m involved with someone else.”
Tess gasps and holds her hand to her mouth as her eyes widen with hurt. “Excuse me?”
Max bites his lip and takes a step towards her, but Tess holds up a hand and steps back. “Tess…”
“How could you?” she demands, her voice filled with humiliation. “It’s been, what, five days?”
Max sighs and looks down. “I’m sorry. I should have told you straight out that I was interested in someone else-“
“So that’s the real reason you dumped me,” Tess concludes, pressing her fingers together at her lips. “All that bullshit about being too busy with school and work… you couldn’t just tell me that you didn’t want me.”
“You didn’t want to hear it,” Max points out a little irritably. “I told you it was over.”
“You knew I cared about you,” Tess cries and I have to admit that I feel a little pity for her. She’s obviously very embarrassed at Max’s disclosure.
Max rubs his brow and sighs. “I care about you, too.”
Tess freezes, and I draw a deep breath as pain threatens to overwhelm me.
“But not the way you want,” he finishes gently. “I care about you as a friend, Tessa. Nothing more… I’m sorry.”
Tess’s face crumples. “You’re sorry,” she laughs half to herself. She closes her eyes and seems to be fighting for control of the tears shimmering in her eyes moments before.
Max shifts awkwardly on his feet, and I can tell he wants to comfort her but doesn’t want to make things worse.
Suddenly, her eyes open and she lets out a sigh. “Well, I guess I can’t make you feel for me the way I wish you did,” she says in a sad voice. “I have to say I wish you had let me know sooner, but I admit… I probably wouldn’t have listened to you at the time anyway. Somehow I thought there was something more between us.”
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you, Tess. I… I do want to be friends.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Not yet, Max. I need some time to figure things out. But… maybe someday I’ll be able to look at you without feeling so stupid.”
Max’s face softens and he reaches out a hand to touch her cheek. While five minutes before I would have been seething with jealousy, I realize it for the comforting gesture it is.
“You’re not stupid, Tess,” Max says adamantly. “And just because I wasn’t the one for you, doesn’t mean he isn’t out there.”
I hear Alex snort next to me at Max’s flowery comment and I nudge him while my own heart expands at Max’s sweet assurances.
“Right, well, let me know if you happen to see him,” Tess mutters despondently.
A strange sparkle lights Max’s golden eyes and he cocks a brow. “What about Nick?”
Tess stares at him for a moment, then wrinkles her nose. “Nick Gannon? The bouncer? What about him?”
“He’s a nice guy, and I’ve seen him checking you out a lot,” Max wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Yeah, me and every other girl within the ten mile radius,” Tess rolls her eyes. “He wouldn’t be able to commit to a real relationship – he’s way to flirtatious.”
“Well, don’t rule it out just yet,” Max advises softly. “And whoever you do end up with, he’ll be a really lucky guy.”
“Thanks for saying that,” she smiles.
He nods, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“Well, I’d better go,” Tess whispers, shooting him one last longing gaze before turning on her heel and leaving.
I excuse myself from Alex as I watch Max turn to stare at me. I walk over and notice as he stiffens his stance as if expecting a blow.
“Liz, before you get mad, please understand-“
“I want you now,” I interrupt huskily. “I need you, Max.”
His eyes practically bug out as he stares at me. “You aren’t mad?”
I sniff as I shake my head slowly. “Max… that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen a guy do,” I admit in a choked voice.
“It is?” he echoes.
“I’ll explain later, right now I need you inside me.”
His questions disappear as his eyes turn a shade darker and he swallows convulsively. “I, uh… I’m off in fifteen minutes…?”
“I’ll meet you at your apartment?” I ask, playing with the neckline of my dress and smiling inwardly as his eyes fall to my breasts.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes.
He looks so excited I can’t help but tease him. “Don’t think you’re off the hook for kissing her, though.”
He immediately straightens and frowns. “I didn’t know she was going to kiss me.”
I laugh lightly at the sincerity and indignance on his features and give him a wink. “I know. See you in a few.”
I feel his hot gaze following me as I walk around the room saying goodbye to everyone. On my way out the door, I throw him a hungry look and watch as he clenches his fists in his pants.
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I let myself into the spacious three-bedroom apartment using Michael’s old key from when he used to live there with Max.
I place my purse absently on a table by the door as I glance around at the supremely male dominated atmosphere. Everything seems the same as I remembered it being… only cleaner.
I stifle a smile as I realize that probably has more to do with the fact that my brother isn’t there any longer to leave his stuff lying around.
The focal point of the room is a big screen TV with all the electronic toys that make men do the happy dance like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. A masculine black leather couch sits a few feet away, along with a glass-topped coffee table and floor lamp.
As I run my fingers across the supple leather, I can’t help but think how much better everything would look with a feminine touch.
Hmm…
My eyes fall on the open bedroom door that I know belongs to Max. My heartbeat picks up foolishly as I make my way there. Even though Max and I have been intimate several times already, I can’t avoid the sense of forbidden pleasure I receive from seeing the place he sleeps every night.
I remember the times I visited Michael here, how I used to fantasize about staying in this very room, snuggling up in a pair of strong arms.
I turn on the lamp next to his bed and let out a soft breath as the warm glow settles over the room, giving me a deeper insight into Max Evans’s life.
His scent clings to the air as I take in the surroundings – the smoky gray carpet, the sturdy oak furniture, the king-sized bed with the soft blue sheets, still rumpled from the last time they were lain in…
I can see a pair of warm-up pants discarded in a chair, a set of expensive running shoes lying on the ground below them. School books crowd the massive desk and a computer screen glows softly with a screensaver depicting various comic strip characters.
My heart swells with tenderness as I recall how much Max enjoyed cartoons when he was younger. Apparently some things never change.
I take in the bookshelf overflowing with various sports and academic awards, along with several best-sellers and classics that I enjoy reading myself.
My smile widens as I glimpse Sex and the City by Candice Bushnall and I make a note to question him about that choice when he arrives.
As if on cue, I hear a soft click and turn to see Max staring at me as he locks the door behind him.
I suddenly feel quite shy as I realize that we’re all alone with no chance of being interrupted by anyone. I clasp my hands together and watch him as he leans against the doorjamb, an unreadable look in his eyes.
“I… I didn’t hear you come in,” I finally say lamely, wondering what happened to the confident woman back at the bar.
“You seemed to be thinking pretty hard,” Max says by way of an explanation, slowly leaning away from the wall and starting towards me.
My pulse trips as he turns the lamp off on his way, leaving only the blue-light emanating from his desk. His hands fall limply to his sides as he stares at me, his golden eyes piercing the darkness.
“Joe didn’t mind you leaving early?” I ask, taking a step towards him as he watches my every move.
“Nah, he was too busy with Alex’s band to care,” he replies in a husky voice. Then he lifts a hand to me. “You’re too far away.”
Just like that, with those softly murmured words, everything shifts into focus and I find myself in his arms. Our mouths meet in a heartbreakingly gentle kiss, nothing more than a mere brushing of lips.
His hand cups my cheek, slides across my jaw and into my hair to angle my head as the kiss deepens slightly. I sigh into his mouth, shifting closer to him as his other arm wraps around my back, holding me tightly against his body.
He breaks away and rests against my forehead. “What is it about you, Liz Parker?” he questions mellifluously, his fingers teasing the nape of my neck. “You make me crazy…”
I nuzzle his throat, inhaling his musky scent and reply breathlessly. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, hauling me closer and placing a tender kiss to my temple. “Don’t be. God, when I’m with you… I can’t seem to remember how to breathe.”
I catch my own breath at his earnest tone and he chuckles lightly before elucidating. “You make me feel like an adolescent hungering for his first taste of a woman. And the only woman who can satisfy my appetite is you.”
I open my mouth, unsure of how to respond. So I say the first thing that pops into my head. “Poetry, Max?”
He brings both hands to my face and lifts my head to meet his serious gaze. “No, just the truth.”
I bite my lip and tilt my head as he continues to stare at me. “Max… I don’t know… what to say.”
His jaw clenches for a moment, as he appears to debate with himself about something. Then, he takes a deep breath and says, “You could tell me you love me. Because I think I’m in love with you, Liz. And it scares the hell out of me to think you may not feel the same way.”
<center>TBC............................</center>
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<center>Chapter Thirteen</center>
I stare at Max in the dark, my mouth hanging open as he pierces me with a questioning gaze. My lips work, but I can’t seem to create a coherent statement as I struggle to comprehend the thoughts whirling in my mind. I ultimately settle for, “Y-you… huh?”
Max’s lips curl slightly and he releases a deep breath, lowering his head as he places a finger against my lips. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he whispers, stroking my lower lip and nuzzling his nose against my forehead.
Now wait just a minute! I’m surprised, but not stupid! “Why not?” I blurt out earnestly, my heart beating wildly as I force his chin up to meet my gaze. “Why shouldn’t you have told me?”
His eyes gleam with tenderness… and apology. “I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, demanding to know your answer. You don’t have to say anything, Liz. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to pressure you into anything-“
I press my fingers against his lips this time, breaking his sentence off as I stare at him in wonder. His lips twitch as he quiets, watching me expectantly.
“I would never think you’re pressuring me, Max,” I murmur truthfully. “I know you better than that.”
His gaze softens, and his hands find my wrists as he gently lowers my fingers from his mouth. He places a soft kiss to each set of knuckles, then tucks my hands against his chest, directly over the thump of his heart. “You probably know me better than anyone,” he answers in a low voice. “For some reason, I’ve never had to hide myself from you. I’ve always felt like you would understand me.”
“Oh, Max…” I sigh, as he places a damp kiss to my brow. “I… I love you, too…”
He stiffens against my body, then relaxes, leaning back to catch my dreamy expression. “No, Liz. Don’t say that to me,” he says, tenderness eradicating any negativity the comment held. “Not just yet. I love you… but I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to know.”
“I know that,” I press. “But it doesn’t change my feelings, Max. I love you.”
His entire face softens and his eyes gleam with appreciation. Yet, he still shakes his head, refusing to adhere to my words. “There’s no reason to rush it, Liz. Give it time, then you’ll see how you really feel. I don’t want it to just be an answer to a statement I made. It should be something inside you, threatening to break free. Something that steals your breath, slowly driving you crazy until you feel like if you don’t say the words, you’ll die. Not here, not now.”
I simply stare at him through this passionate speech, wondering why I should be so lucky as to have this wonderful, loving, kind man in love with me.
And right then and there, I recall Joe’s words from the bar:
“I don’t know how serious it is between you two, but if this is just some kind of crush or case of lust, then you’d be better off calling it quits before things get out of hand...”
And that’s when I make my decision. Max is worth it. Worth anything and everything. And if Michael or anyone else has a problem with that, then they can just look the other way because this man is mine.
“Liz?”
I look up and meet Max’s wary gaze. I realize he’s waiting for me to comment on his words, and a secret smile lights my lips. He doesn’t believe that I could really love him yet. And why should he? So far, Max has been the only one revealing things – his wanting me all these years, his love… even though I’ve felt the same way just as long.
So maybe it’s time that he knew it. Right after I show him how much he means to me.
“Okay, Max. I’ll give it some time,” I reply, inwardly smiling at his disappointed relief. Oh, Maxie, Maxie, Maxie… you have no idea what you’re in for.
“Now that that’s settled… where were we?” I purr, edging him closer to the bed, until his knees hit the edge causing him to fall onto the disheveled sheets. “Oh yes, right about here…”
His eyes flare as I slide my hands beneath his T-shirt, taking the soft material with me.
Once the shirt is over his head and on the ground behind me, I smile and straddle his hips, enjoying the shiver that runs through me as he wraps his hands around my back.
“Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” he asks huskily, his eyes roaming over my bare thighs exposed as my dress rides up.
“Mm… now that I think about it, only once or twice,” I tease, running my hands over his bare chest, relishing the feel of his muscles tensing and bunching beneath my fingertips.
“I should be shot,” he murmurs, his hands coming to rest against my behind as he slides me closer to the growing hardness in his jeans. “God, you make me hotter than hell.”
I smile in pleasure at his groaned admission, and decide to add to the fire by placing a kiss against his dark nipple, sliding my tongue teasingly across the beaded flesh. His sharp intake of breath, followed by his fingers clenching in my rear makes my smile widen.
“Are you purposefully trying to make me explode?” he asks me, smiling tightly with arousal. His cheekbones are flushed with excitement and his erection threatens to spring free from its confines.
Instead of answering him with words, I simply push him back until he’s gripping the headboard and slide my body down his tense form. His breathing picks up as my fingers work at the button of his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down his taut hardness. I skin the jeans down his lean hips, uncovering a pair of black boxer-briefs that look like they came off of a Calvin Klein underwear model.
Not to mention the body they’re hugging.
I stare unabashedly at his throbbing erection, barely peeking through the opening at the front of his underwear.
“Liz…” he groans, his chest sinking in with each heavy breath. “Liz… oh, God…” his fingers clenching around the sturdy post as his eyes pierce me from above, beckoning me to complete my journey.
I recognize the fact that Max is not the type of guy to be used to allowing a female to have complete control, yet here he sits… allowing me to explore him freely, gripping the headboard for dear life. My heart swells as I brush my fingers across his trembling abdomen, catching his gaze with my own.
Holding his eyes, I slowly sit up and unzip the side clasp to my dress, allowing it to pool around my thighs, leaving me in only a pair of scant black lace panties.
His eyes darken and he draws his lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard on it as he awaits my next move. I smile seductively at him, before leaning down to press my lips against his jaw. I slide my tongue across the light stubble, enjoying the rasp of his breath as he growls in his throat.
“So strong,” I whisper, nipping at his neck before pulling away to take in his expression. He simply stares at me, his body tense with longing and his face soft with affection. “Your eyes … how can something on a man be so beautiful?”
“If they are, it’s only because I’m looking at you,” he replies throatily, his voice filled with emotion. “You’re seeing yourself in them, Liz.”
I brush a lock of hair away from his face, blinking back tears of happiness as the depth of love I have for this man nearly overwhelms me.
As if hearing my words, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, swallowing hard before whispering, “Love me, Liz. Love me…”
I know he’s referring to making love, but I can hear the pleading for something deeper in his tone, and smile down at him while slowly stripping the remainder of our clothing away.
Once we’re both naked to each other’s gaze, I slowly impale myself on him, our gasps of gratification mingling as our bodies align themselves in their perfect fit.
His hands find mine on the bed, clasping tightly as I lift myself almost out of him, then slide languidly back down to cover him. He lets out a low groan and once again raises my palm to his lips.
My breath catches as he gently sucks on my fingertip, keeping my eyes trained on his. He mimics the act of our lower bodies, sliding his tongue around the tip, then down and taking the whole finger into his hot mouth.
I moan lightly, surrounded by his life and his belongings, his scent and his body. As the pace quickens, he suddenly sits up and I wrap my legs around his lower back while he places his hands on my hips, aiding me as I rise and fall in his lap.
“Oh, baby…” he murmurs, resting his head against my breasts as his arms tighten around me.
“Max…” I cry, knowing I’m close to coming apart, needing some kind of reassurance for the strong feelings coursing through me.
“Oh, God, Liz… I love you so much,” he says, raising his head to capture my lips as he explodes inside me, his chest heaving and sweat-slicked.
I follow him over the edge, my muscles clenching spasmodically as our tongues duel and tangle, our bodies sating each other.
<center>***********************************</center>
“I love this part,” I giggle, watching raptly as Kate Hudson and Matt McConaughey battle it out onscreen.
“I’m getting hungry,” Max yawns, stretching beside me in the bed. “I need some nourishment.”
I roll my eyes indulgently. “You just ordered a pizza thirty minutes ago.”
“I know, and if it doesn’t get here soon, I might have to find something else to nibble on.” He accentuates his statement with a playful nip at my shoulder.
I laugh, swatting him aside as he growls at me. “Don’t distract me! This is my favorite scene!”
“Buy the movie,” he says, rolling on top of me and blocking my view of the television.
“Max!” I whine, pouting my lower lip. “I’m going to spank you if you don’t stop.”
He stills and blinks at me owlishly. A wicked smile lights his lips and just as he’s about to answer me, the doorbell rings.
“Must be the pizza,” I say in a sing-song voice, pushing him off me so that he falls with a thud to the floor, naked.
I stifle a giggle at his adorably mussed appearance and toss his jeans at him as he stands up, rubbing his ass cheek.
He gives me a mock frown and I have to laugh, which prompts his own smile. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch as he pulls the jeans over his hips, leaving them unzipped, and heads out the room, my eyes glued to his firm backside.
Once he’s out of the room, I fall back against the pillows, clutching the sheets against my body as I stare at the ceiling.
Whew!
Who knew a girl could feel so deliriously happy? I never thought I would. But then again, a lot of things I never thought would happen have come to pass lately.
My face threatens to crack from the wide smile on my face and I know I must look like a clown, but who cares!
Max Evans loves me!
I hear deep male voices in the living room, followed by the door closing. I quickly run a hand through my hair and paste a more normal smile on my face before Max enters, carrying a fragrantly spicy pizza box and two soft drinks with him.
“What you got there?” I question, leaning over as he sits next to me, opening the box.
“Pepperoni and mushrooms, extra cheese, just for you,” he says, taking a deep breath as he lists off my favorite pizza toppings.
“Mm… no pineapple,” I breathe appreciatively.
Max smirks. “Mike makes you eat that Hawaiian pizza crap, too?” he asks.
I make a face. “You have no idea. Who ever thought to put pineapple on a pizza? It makes me sick!”
“I don’t see what fruit and pizza sauce have in common, but it isn’t all that bad,” Max shrugs. “But I prefer the normal stuff.”
I take a bite of my slice, closing my eyes and moaning at the tangy sauce and spicy meat. “Oh, this is good.”
When I open my eyes, I see Max staring at me, a slice of pizza hanging from his fingers as his eyes train on my lips.
I quickly swallow. “Max?”
He continues to stare dumbly at me, then flinches as a dribble of hot cheese lands on his bare chest. He curses and throws the piece back into the box, grabbing a napkin.
“Are you all right?” I ask, biting my lip against the giggle threatening to break free. “Here.” I hand him a napkin and he wipes the steaming cheese from his skin.
“It’s not funny,” he growls, taking note of my barely suppressed grin. “Watch yourself, Parker.”
“Sorry,” I gasp, struggling to keep my face straight. “What were you looking at?”
He tosses the napkin aside, leaning over to pin me with a hot gaze. The smile leaves my lips and I swallow in reaction.
“You were moaning,” he murmurs huskily.
“I uh… the pizza is good,” I try to explain, but my tongue feels heavy as he continues to devour me with his gaze.
I’m amazed at the longing passing between us. We made love not an hour ago, and yet we’re both more than ready to go again.
Max swallows thickly and sits back. “You should probably put some clothes on,” he rasps, “or else I’m not going to be able to eat anything. And I’m going to need my strength for later on.”
With that promise, my own gaze darkens with arousal and my heart skips a beat.
He curses softly at my responsive actions and hurriedly jumps up, pawing through his dresser.
He yanks out a soft T-shirt and throws it to me. “Put this on,” he demands in a low voice.
I comply with his guttural request, sighing at the scent of Max that clings to the shirt. It falls just above my knees and I brush a hand down the soft material.
I look up as I hear Max make a strangled sound. He’s staring at me like he could pounce any second.
“Well hell, that didn’t help at all,” he growls out loud, his eyes flashing with possessiveness.
<center>TBC...................................</center>
I stare at Max in the dark, my mouth hanging open as he pierces me with a questioning gaze. My lips work, but I can’t seem to create a coherent statement as I struggle to comprehend the thoughts whirling in my mind. I ultimately settle for, “Y-you… huh?”
Max’s lips curl slightly and he releases a deep breath, lowering his head as he places a finger against my lips. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he whispers, stroking my lower lip and nuzzling his nose against my forehead.
Now wait just a minute! I’m surprised, but not stupid! “Why not?” I blurt out earnestly, my heart beating wildly as I force his chin up to meet my gaze. “Why shouldn’t you have told me?”
His eyes gleam with tenderness… and apology. “I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, demanding to know your answer. You don’t have to say anything, Liz. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to pressure you into anything-“
I press my fingers against his lips this time, breaking his sentence off as I stare at him in wonder. His lips twitch as he quiets, watching me expectantly.
“I would never think you’re pressuring me, Max,” I murmur truthfully. “I know you better than that.”
His gaze softens, and his hands find my wrists as he gently lowers my fingers from his mouth. He places a soft kiss to each set of knuckles, then tucks my hands against his chest, directly over the thump of his heart. “You probably know me better than anyone,” he answers in a low voice. “For some reason, I’ve never had to hide myself from you. I’ve always felt like you would understand me.”
“Oh, Max…” I sigh, as he places a damp kiss to my brow. “I… I love you, too…”
He stiffens against my body, then relaxes, leaning back to catch my dreamy expression. “No, Liz. Don’t say that to me,” he says, tenderness eradicating any negativity the comment held. “Not just yet. I love you… but I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to know.”
“I know that,” I press. “But it doesn’t change my feelings, Max. I love you.”
His entire face softens and his eyes gleam with appreciation. Yet, he still shakes his head, refusing to adhere to my words. “There’s no reason to rush it, Liz. Give it time, then you’ll see how you really feel. I don’t want it to just be an answer to a statement I made. It should be something inside you, threatening to break free. Something that steals your breath, slowly driving you crazy until you feel like if you don’t say the words, you’ll die. Not here, not now.”
I simply stare at him through this passionate speech, wondering why I should be so lucky as to have this wonderful, loving, kind man in love with me.
And right then and there, I recall Joe’s words from the bar:
“I don’t know how serious it is between you two, but if this is just some kind of crush or case of lust, then you’d be better off calling it quits before things get out of hand...”
And that’s when I make my decision. Max is worth it. Worth anything and everything. And if Michael or anyone else has a problem with that, then they can just look the other way because this man is mine.
“Liz?”
I look up and meet Max’s wary gaze. I realize he’s waiting for me to comment on his words, and a secret smile lights my lips. He doesn’t believe that I could really love him yet. And why should he? So far, Max has been the only one revealing things – his wanting me all these years, his love… even though I’ve felt the same way just as long.
So maybe it’s time that he knew it. Right after I show him how much he means to me.
“Okay, Max. I’ll give it some time,” I reply, inwardly smiling at his disappointed relief. Oh, Maxie, Maxie, Maxie… you have no idea what you’re in for.
“Now that that’s settled… where were we?” I purr, edging him closer to the bed, until his knees hit the edge causing him to fall onto the disheveled sheets. “Oh yes, right about here…”
His eyes flare as I slide my hands beneath his T-shirt, taking the soft material with me.
Once the shirt is over his head and on the ground behind me, I smile and straddle his hips, enjoying the shiver that runs through me as he wraps his hands around my back.
“Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” he asks huskily, his eyes roaming over my bare thighs exposed as my dress rides up.
“Mm… now that I think about it, only once or twice,” I tease, running my hands over his bare chest, relishing the feel of his muscles tensing and bunching beneath my fingertips.
“I should be shot,” he murmurs, his hands coming to rest against my behind as he slides me closer to the growing hardness in his jeans. “God, you make me hotter than hell.”
I smile in pleasure at his groaned admission, and decide to add to the fire by placing a kiss against his dark nipple, sliding my tongue teasingly across the beaded flesh. His sharp intake of breath, followed by his fingers clenching in my rear makes my smile widen.
“Are you purposefully trying to make me explode?” he asks me, smiling tightly with arousal. His cheekbones are flushed with excitement and his erection threatens to spring free from its confines.
Instead of answering him with words, I simply push him back until he’s gripping the headboard and slide my body down his tense form. His breathing picks up as my fingers work at the button of his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down his taut hardness. I skin the jeans down his lean hips, uncovering a pair of black boxer-briefs that look like they came off of a Calvin Klein underwear model.
Not to mention the body they’re hugging.
I stare unabashedly at his throbbing erection, barely peeking through the opening at the front of his underwear.
“Liz…” he groans, his chest sinking in with each heavy breath. “Liz… oh, God…” his fingers clenching around the sturdy post as his eyes pierce me from above, beckoning me to complete my journey.
I recognize the fact that Max is not the type of guy to be used to allowing a female to have complete control, yet here he sits… allowing me to explore him freely, gripping the headboard for dear life. My heart swells as I brush my fingers across his trembling abdomen, catching his gaze with my own.
Holding his eyes, I slowly sit up and unzip the side clasp to my dress, allowing it to pool around my thighs, leaving me in only a pair of scant black lace panties.
His eyes darken and he draws his lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard on it as he awaits my next move. I smile seductively at him, before leaning down to press my lips against his jaw. I slide my tongue across the light stubble, enjoying the rasp of his breath as he growls in his throat.
“So strong,” I whisper, nipping at his neck before pulling away to take in his expression. He simply stares at me, his body tense with longing and his face soft with affection. “Your eyes … how can something on a man be so beautiful?”
“If they are, it’s only because I’m looking at you,” he replies throatily, his voice filled with emotion. “You’re seeing yourself in them, Liz.”
I brush a lock of hair away from his face, blinking back tears of happiness as the depth of love I have for this man nearly overwhelms me.
As if hearing my words, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, swallowing hard before whispering, “Love me, Liz. Love me…”
I know he’s referring to making love, but I can hear the pleading for something deeper in his tone, and smile down at him while slowly stripping the remainder of our clothing away.
Once we’re both naked to each other’s gaze, I slowly impale myself on him, our gasps of gratification mingling as our bodies align themselves in their perfect fit.
His hands find mine on the bed, clasping tightly as I lift myself almost out of him, then slide languidly back down to cover him. He lets out a low groan and once again raises my palm to his lips.
My breath catches as he gently sucks on my fingertip, keeping my eyes trained on his. He mimics the act of our lower bodies, sliding his tongue around the tip, then down and taking the whole finger into his hot mouth.
I moan lightly, surrounded by his life and his belongings, his scent and his body. As the pace quickens, he suddenly sits up and I wrap my legs around his lower back while he places his hands on my hips, aiding me as I rise and fall in his lap.
“Oh, baby…” he murmurs, resting his head against my breasts as his arms tighten around me.
“Max…” I cry, knowing I’m close to coming apart, needing some kind of reassurance for the strong feelings coursing through me.
“Oh, God, Liz… I love you so much,” he says, raising his head to capture my lips as he explodes inside me, his chest heaving and sweat-slicked.
I follow him over the edge, my muscles clenching spasmodically as our tongues duel and tangle, our bodies sating each other.
<center>***********************************</center>
“I love this part,” I giggle, watching raptly as Kate Hudson and Matt McConaughey battle it out onscreen.
“I’m getting hungry,” Max yawns, stretching beside me in the bed. “I need some nourishment.”
I roll my eyes indulgently. “You just ordered a pizza thirty minutes ago.”
“I know, and if it doesn’t get here soon, I might have to find something else to nibble on.” He accentuates his statement with a playful nip at my shoulder.
I laugh, swatting him aside as he growls at me. “Don’t distract me! This is my favorite scene!”
“Buy the movie,” he says, rolling on top of me and blocking my view of the television.
“Max!” I whine, pouting my lower lip. “I’m going to spank you if you don’t stop.”
He stills and blinks at me owlishly. A wicked smile lights his lips and just as he’s about to answer me, the doorbell rings.
“Must be the pizza,” I say in a sing-song voice, pushing him off me so that he falls with a thud to the floor, naked.
I stifle a giggle at his adorably mussed appearance and toss his jeans at him as he stands up, rubbing his ass cheek.
He gives me a mock frown and I have to laugh, which prompts his own smile. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch as he pulls the jeans over his hips, leaving them unzipped, and heads out the room, my eyes glued to his firm backside.
Once he’s out of the room, I fall back against the pillows, clutching the sheets against my body as I stare at the ceiling.
Whew!
Who knew a girl could feel so deliriously happy? I never thought I would. But then again, a lot of things I never thought would happen have come to pass lately.
My face threatens to crack from the wide smile on my face and I know I must look like a clown, but who cares!
Max Evans loves me!
I hear deep male voices in the living room, followed by the door closing. I quickly run a hand through my hair and paste a more normal smile on my face before Max enters, carrying a fragrantly spicy pizza box and two soft drinks with him.
“What you got there?” I question, leaning over as he sits next to me, opening the box.
“Pepperoni and mushrooms, extra cheese, just for you,” he says, taking a deep breath as he lists off my favorite pizza toppings.
“Mm… no pineapple,” I breathe appreciatively.
Max smirks. “Mike makes you eat that Hawaiian pizza crap, too?” he asks.
I make a face. “You have no idea. Who ever thought to put pineapple on a pizza? It makes me sick!”
“I don’t see what fruit and pizza sauce have in common, but it isn’t all that bad,” Max shrugs. “But I prefer the normal stuff.”
I take a bite of my slice, closing my eyes and moaning at the tangy sauce and spicy meat. “Oh, this is good.”
When I open my eyes, I see Max staring at me, a slice of pizza hanging from his fingers as his eyes train on my lips.
I quickly swallow. “Max?”
He continues to stare dumbly at me, then flinches as a dribble of hot cheese lands on his bare chest. He curses and throws the piece back into the box, grabbing a napkin.
“Are you all right?” I ask, biting my lip against the giggle threatening to break free. “Here.” I hand him a napkin and he wipes the steaming cheese from his skin.
“It’s not funny,” he growls, taking note of my barely suppressed grin. “Watch yourself, Parker.”
“Sorry,” I gasp, struggling to keep my face straight. “What were you looking at?”
He tosses the napkin aside, leaning over to pin me with a hot gaze. The smile leaves my lips and I swallow in reaction.
“You were moaning,” he murmurs huskily.
“I uh… the pizza is good,” I try to explain, but my tongue feels heavy as he continues to devour me with his gaze.
I’m amazed at the longing passing between us. We made love not an hour ago, and yet we’re both more than ready to go again.
Max swallows thickly and sits back. “You should probably put some clothes on,” he rasps, “or else I’m not going to be able to eat anything. And I’m going to need my strength for later on.”
With that promise, my own gaze darkens with arousal and my heart skips a beat.
He curses softly at my responsive actions and hurriedly jumps up, pawing through his dresser.
He yanks out a soft T-shirt and throws it to me. “Put this on,” he demands in a low voice.
I comply with his guttural request, sighing at the scent of Max that clings to the shirt. It falls just above my knees and I brush a hand down the soft material.
I look up as I hear Max make a strangled sound. He’s staring at me like he could pounce any second.
“Well hell, that didn’t help at all,” he growls out loud, his eyes flashing with possessiveness.
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Okay, here I be! Man, it's been a while, has it not? I had to go back and revise a little on this fic and it seems that we're about to get to heart of it now. But first... a little nookie for you all. MWAHAHAHA! Somehow I don't think you'll mind...
Also, just a little plugging.... if you get the chance, check out my two new fics that are posted under the pseudonym Buxom Brunette.
The Jade Tower
Dark Possession
I'd love to see you guys there! Okay, I know what you're thinking... enough blabbing and on with the story! I'm happy to oblige...
<center>Part Fourteen</center>
I stare at Max, the hot color of arousal burning his cheeks, the flare of his nostrils, and fight the urge to strip my shirt off and lay across his lap in naked sacrifice.
“Liz… for God’s sake, don’t look at me like that,” he growls, fingers twitching.
“Like what?” I ask, my voice thick, my thoughts muddled with desire.
My gaze falls to the telling bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips.
Oh, my…
“Liz!”
Next thing I know, I find myself flat on my back, pinned to the mattress. Max’s mouth plunders my own, nipping and sucking, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as I eagerly submit.
“Jesus… Christ, I can’t seem to stop around you,” he groans between wet kisses. “I want you. I want to own you. I want… I want to crawl inside you and never let you go…”
His lips roughly make their way down my throat as he continues whispering words of nonsense. I struggle to comprehend his meaning, but it’s lost under a blanket of passion.
Within seconds his jeans are off and my fingers greedily wrap around his hot, swollen shaft. He groans and tosses his head back, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he hisses with pleasure.
His fingers shake as he forces the shirt up and over my head, and I gasp at the feel of his hot mouth licking around my puckered nipple.
“Max…” I cry, nearly frightened by the intensity of sensations taking over me. “Max, please!”
“I know, baby,” he murmurs around my nipple, using his teeth to lightly tug the distended tip. At the same moment, he drives inside my aching center.
He cries out and I nearly scream with pleasure. He rides me rough and I take it all, staring at him in shock as a climax rips through me.
“This can’t be happening again,” Max groans in disbelief, pumping in and out as I ripple around him. “This is insane.”
I understand how he feels. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. Felt this kind of connection with another person. It’s almost as terrifying as it is a comfort.
Max tenses above me and I know he’s on the edge. His eyes stare down at me, dilated and almost black with need. He shudders, and I wrap myself tightly around him as he lets loose, collapsing against my body.
We lay in silence for a moment, just nuzzling and enjoying each other.
The need to tell Max how I feel about him rises in me, and just as I open my mouth, a jingling sound from my purse splits the air.
Max groans and rolls over. “Please tell me that was just the sound of an angel choir singing Halleluia because of my amazing acrobatics.”
The sound comes again, the distinct tune of Outkast’s Hey Ya. I look back at Max and he smirks wryly.
“Okay, not an angel choir.”
I reach over and grab my cell, ignoring Max’s attempt to grab me back into the bed.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Lizzy… that you?” a hiccup sounds and my brow wrinkles as I recognize Nick’s slurred voice.
“Nick? Are you all right?” I ask, sitting up straight as Max stares at me questioningly.
A huge sigh comes across the other line. “Not all right. I think I should warn you, Lizzy baby, I’m a little drunk.”
I let out a small groan. “Oh my god.”
“Liz? Hey, are you still there!” Hiccup.
“Nick, what happened?” I demand, as Max stands and begins pulling on his jeans. “Where are you?”
“Um… outside Joe’s. In fact, I’m laying on his front porch right now.” A moment of silence. Then, “Hey, whaddaya know? He finally bit the bullet and painted the front door.”
“Joe’s?” I demand sharply. “Oh, God, Nick. You know he’ll kill you if he finds out you’ve been drinking!”
“Nah, he’s out for the night with a date. Prolly getting laid as we speak,” Nick coughs, then adds, “Lucky son of a bitch.”
“Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I stand and begin looking around for my clothes. “Nick, I mean it. Don’t go wandering around and getting yourself in trouble.”
“I don’t like your tone, Lizzy Poo,” he laughs and then I hear a faint crash. “Ah, damn. That bush came out of nowhere. Okay, definitely not good to stand.”
“Oh my god,” I mutter, yanking my dress up my legs as I cradle the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Stay there, Nick.”
“Can I go inside?” he asks in a small voice, sounding like a lost little boy.
“Yes, go inside,” I speak clearly, “in fact, go lay down on the couch and don’t move until I get there.”
“’Kay. I knew I could count on you, Liz. You’re so good to me,” he sighs, then the phone clicks off.
I toss my cell on the bed and finish getting dressed, cursing as I pull my shoes on.
“What was that all about?” Max asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Something happened to Nick. He never gets drunk like that, not since he and Joe became close. Something must have happened…” I murmur, feeling worried about my friend.
Max doesn’t try to stop me from leaving. He just grabs his coat and walks with me to the door. “Do you think he and and his parents got into it again?”
I bite my lip distractedly. I keep imagining Nick’s face, bruised and bloodied as it had been on a night long ago. “I don’t think so. He never talks to them anymore.”
Max must have heard the tenseness in my voice, because he softly pulled me to a stop and turned me to face him. “Hey, I’m sure he’s all right. Probably just blowing off some steam over a girl or something.”
I let out a ragged breath. “I hope you’re right. Nick doesn’t need this shit. He’s one of the best guys I know.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d be slightly jealous of Gannon right now,” Max smiles. “Okay, come on, let’s go see what has his Jockey’s in a twist.”
I shake my head. “Nick doesn’t wear underwear,” I say absently.
This time, it isn’t so gentle when Max pulls me aside. “Excuse me?”
I glance at him and see the curious look on his face, along with a little bit of that jealousy he didn’t want to show. I smile sickly. “Um… it’s not relevant to the conversation.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Max growls.
“It’s nothing, Max. Nick and I… we’re just really close and know that kind of stuff about each other. Don’t get your… Jockey’s in a twist.” I snicker, walking off and leaving him staring bemusedly after me.
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I'll be back on Wednesday with the next part! Until then, check out those new fics (wink wink!) and torment yourselves with thoughts of a naked Max! Mmmm...
Also, just a little plugging.... if you get the chance, check out my two new fics that are posted under the pseudonym Buxom Brunette.
The Jade Tower
Dark Possession
I'd love to see you guys there! Okay, I know what you're thinking... enough blabbing and on with the story! I'm happy to oblige...
<center>Part Fourteen</center>
I stare at Max, the hot color of arousal burning his cheeks, the flare of his nostrils, and fight the urge to strip my shirt off and lay across his lap in naked sacrifice.
“Liz… for God’s sake, don’t look at me like that,” he growls, fingers twitching.
“Like what?” I ask, my voice thick, my thoughts muddled with desire.
My gaze falls to the telling bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips.
Oh, my…
“Liz!”
Next thing I know, I find myself flat on my back, pinned to the mattress. Max’s mouth plunders my own, nipping and sucking, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as I eagerly submit.
“Jesus… Christ, I can’t seem to stop around you,” he groans between wet kisses. “I want you. I want to own you. I want… I want to crawl inside you and never let you go…”
His lips roughly make their way down my throat as he continues whispering words of nonsense. I struggle to comprehend his meaning, but it’s lost under a blanket of passion.
Within seconds his jeans are off and my fingers greedily wrap around his hot, swollen shaft. He groans and tosses his head back, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he hisses with pleasure.
His fingers shake as he forces the shirt up and over my head, and I gasp at the feel of his hot mouth licking around my puckered nipple.
“Max…” I cry, nearly frightened by the intensity of sensations taking over me. “Max, please!”
“I know, baby,” he murmurs around my nipple, using his teeth to lightly tug the distended tip. At the same moment, he drives inside my aching center.
He cries out and I nearly scream with pleasure. He rides me rough and I take it all, staring at him in shock as a climax rips through me.
“This can’t be happening again,” Max groans in disbelief, pumping in and out as I ripple around him. “This is insane.”
I understand how he feels. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. Felt this kind of connection with another person. It’s almost as terrifying as it is a comfort.
Max tenses above me and I know he’s on the edge. His eyes stare down at me, dilated and almost black with need. He shudders, and I wrap myself tightly around him as he lets loose, collapsing against my body.
We lay in silence for a moment, just nuzzling and enjoying each other.
The need to tell Max how I feel about him rises in me, and just as I open my mouth, a jingling sound from my purse splits the air.
Max groans and rolls over. “Please tell me that was just the sound of an angel choir singing Halleluia because of my amazing acrobatics.”
The sound comes again, the distinct tune of Outkast’s Hey Ya. I look back at Max and he smirks wryly.
“Okay, not an angel choir.”
I reach over and grab my cell, ignoring Max’s attempt to grab me back into the bed.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Lizzy… that you?” a hiccup sounds and my brow wrinkles as I recognize Nick’s slurred voice.
“Nick? Are you all right?” I ask, sitting up straight as Max stares at me questioningly.
A huge sigh comes across the other line. “Not all right. I think I should warn you, Lizzy baby, I’m a little drunk.”
I let out a small groan. “Oh my god.”
“Liz? Hey, are you still there!” Hiccup.
“Nick, what happened?” I demand, as Max stands and begins pulling on his jeans. “Where are you?”
“Um… outside Joe’s. In fact, I’m laying on his front porch right now.” A moment of silence. Then, “Hey, whaddaya know? He finally bit the bullet and painted the front door.”
“Joe’s?” I demand sharply. “Oh, God, Nick. You know he’ll kill you if he finds out you’ve been drinking!”
“Nah, he’s out for the night with a date. Prolly getting laid as we speak,” Nick coughs, then adds, “Lucky son of a bitch.”
“Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I stand and begin looking around for my clothes. “Nick, I mean it. Don’t go wandering around and getting yourself in trouble.”
“I don’t like your tone, Lizzy Poo,” he laughs and then I hear a faint crash. “Ah, damn. That bush came out of nowhere. Okay, definitely not good to stand.”
“Oh my god,” I mutter, yanking my dress up my legs as I cradle the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Stay there, Nick.”
“Can I go inside?” he asks in a small voice, sounding like a lost little boy.
“Yes, go inside,” I speak clearly, “in fact, go lay down on the couch and don’t move until I get there.”
“’Kay. I knew I could count on you, Liz. You’re so good to me,” he sighs, then the phone clicks off.
I toss my cell on the bed and finish getting dressed, cursing as I pull my shoes on.
“What was that all about?” Max asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Something happened to Nick. He never gets drunk like that, not since he and Joe became close. Something must have happened…” I murmur, feeling worried about my friend.
Max doesn’t try to stop me from leaving. He just grabs his coat and walks with me to the door. “Do you think he and and his parents got into it again?”
I bite my lip distractedly. I keep imagining Nick’s face, bruised and bloodied as it had been on a night long ago. “I don’t think so. He never talks to them anymore.”
Max must have heard the tenseness in my voice, because he softly pulled me to a stop and turned me to face him. “Hey, I’m sure he’s all right. Probably just blowing off some steam over a girl or something.”
I let out a ragged breath. “I hope you’re right. Nick doesn’t need this shit. He’s one of the best guys I know.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d be slightly jealous of Gannon right now,” Max smiles. “Okay, come on, let’s go see what has his Jockey’s in a twist.”
I shake my head. “Nick doesn’t wear underwear,” I say absently.
This time, it isn’t so gentle when Max pulls me aside. “Excuse me?”
I glance at him and see the curious look on his face, along with a little bit of that jealousy he didn’t want to show. I smile sickly. “Um… it’s not relevant to the conversation.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Max growls.
“It’s nothing, Max. Nick and I… we’re just really close and know that kind of stuff about each other. Don’t get your… Jockey’s in a twist.” I snicker, walking off and leaving him staring bemusedly after me.
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I'll be back on Wednesday with the next part! Until then, check out those new fics (wink wink!) and torment yourselves with thoughts of a naked Max! Mmmm...
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*steps out to look around* Is it Wednesday yet?
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Yes? Oh, good! Okay, then I'm in time to post! Yay! Okay, before we get into this particularly emotional installment of NSL, it's that special time when I get on my soap box and answer all the questions you lovelies ask me. So let's go ahead and get that out of the way, shall we?
Ahem.
Well, it seems that most of the questions are about sexay Mr. Nick!
Also, to let you guys know... I'm currently creating a character map so that you all can have pictures of what these guys look like and also some other nifty info that won't be in the story. But that's still a day or two away. OKay, okay. Liz is chomping at the bit to tell her story, so let me step down before I get pushed down. Hope you all enjoy the new part!
***edited to add this little banner that I put together in about five minutes... so please excuse the sucky factor!
And also, I should be back either tomorrow or day after with the next part! Okay, this time I'm leaving for real!***
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<center>Part Fifteen</center>
Max and I pull up at Joe’s two story house. I look around, but see no sign of Nick’s motorcycle, so I assume that he must have walked the two blocks from Heaven’s Door to Joe’s. As I jump out the Jeep, Max exits the driver’s side.
“Okay, let’s just hope he’s still awake,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as we make our way up the steps. “Trying to wake Nick up is like trying to ressurect a dead person. And believe me, I’d place my bets on the dead guy.”
“One of these days you’re going to explain to me just how well you know Gannon,” Max mumbles. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the underwear comment.”
I flash a smile in his direction, absently patting his cheek. “Now, honey, there’s absolutely no reason to be jealous. Nick and I are best friends, that’s all. Purely platonic. Well… I did have a teeny bit of a crush on him back in fifth grade. But that ended pretty quickly when he forgot my valentine that year. I don’t know how many times I told him, I wanted the care-bears card. And what did he show up with? Flippin' He-Man. Ha!”
Max just shakes his head. “Forget I asked.”
“Okay, here’s the deal, Evans,” I say. “If the target is indeed unconscious, you grab the cold water, I’ll hold his nose. Then on the count of three, you just dunk-“
“I get the idea.”
I press the doorbell on the offchance that Nick is still alive. After a few seconds, the door is thrown open and I stare in horror at the sight before me.
A definitely alive Nick Gannon stands in the doorway, completely naked. His blonde hair sticks up every which way, and his chin is shadowed with stubble. In all honesty, he looks pretty damn good. But there is the problem of… that… which is currently on view for the entire neighborhood to see.
I let out a little shriek, and Max curses.
“What took you so long?” Nick demands, taking a swig of the bottle of whiskey in his hands. “Damn, now you caught me in the middle of South Park. Can you wait just a minute?”
With that, he turns around and my eyes glue to his veeery muscled backside.
Max slaps a hand across my eyes and growls. “Gannon, put some damn clothes on.”
“Max? Wow, where’d you come from?” Nick asks, although I can’t see through the darkness of Max’s restraining hand. “Oh, man, did I pull you two away from something?”
I manage to yank Max’s hand away and glare at him before turning to Nick. “Nick, what happened?”
His expression crumples, and he blindly falls onto the couch. Max tosses him a pillow and he places it across his lap while staring at the wall. “My dad was in an accident.”
Max and I glance at each other with wary expressions.
“Is he okay?” I ask cautiously, fully aware of the turmoil involved in Nick’s relationship with his parents. They were always fighting, and Nick used to sneak into my room the nights his parents would get into arguments. I’ll never forget the time he showed up with a bruised eye and a bloody lip.
“Just got a little too close to the action,” he’d joked, but I knew then and there the truth hiding in the Gannon house. When Nick ran away later that month, everyone was shocked and confused, but I alone received a letter from a then- fifteen year old Nick, telling me that he’d run away to live with his cousin.
Days later he was found by Joe, and the two formed a fragile bond when Joe helped him get emancipated and find a place of his own. Ever since, Nick has tried to emulate Joe as one would do a big brother, which is why I know something major must have happened for him to revert to his earlier wild-ways.
Nick sniffs and reaches a hand up to rub his tired eyes. “He’s dead.”
The words, normally ones that would mean grief and sorrow, sound monotone and flat from Nick’s lips.
Max makes a low sound, and I sit next to Nick and gently take his hand. “Are you okay?” I ask quietly.
He laughs. “He was a jack-ass, Liz. You and I both know it. But… he was still my dad, you know? How the fuck can I still feel for him after the hell they both put me through?”
My heart breaking for the lost tone in his voice, I lay my head on his shoulder, nodding at Max as he goes in the kitchen to afford us some privacy.
After a moment of silence I say, “I don’t know. Maybe a part of you still loves him and wishes things could have changed. And now you know it’ll never happen.”
He tenses. “I’ve hated him for so long. He never gave a damn about anyone but himself. Not my mom, sure as hell not me. And then he goes and gets himself killed in a car wreck, and I start having all these regrets, and it makes me sick to my stomach, Liz.”
“When did you find out?” I ask softly, squeezing his hand. “And why were you here by yourself instead of with people who care about you? Do Serena and Joe even know about this?”
“Serena knows,” he closes his eyes. “She got the call tonight after closing. My mom doesn’t know my number, so she called Rena’s cell and told her. And then she had the nerve to ask to speak to me. Like after all these years of her just backing down and pretending I didn’t exist, and suddenly she wants to have a fucking heart to heart?”
He jumps up and starts pacing, and I look away from his nakedness.
“She wants me to come to the funeral, and she wants us to start over. That’s bullshit. She’s alone now, like I’ve been all this time and she can’t stand it,” he continues. “Well, I’m not going. She can learn how it feels to depend on yourself, and she can thank God that she wasn’t fifteen years old when it happened.”
“Nick,” I begin, unsure of what I want to say. He obviously still has issues with his mother for readily abandoning him all those years ago. But at the same time, I can hear the pain and longing in his voice when he speaks of her.
He laughs again, breaking me out of my pontification. “For Christ’s sake, here I am bare-assed naked, and we’re talking about my fucked up family. This is a Kodak moment.”
He swears and then leaves the room, I’m guessing to get dressed.
While he’s gone, Max comes out of the kitchen, his eyes troubled and a frown on his face.
“How come I never knew Nick’s parent’s abandoned him?” he demands in a low voice.
“It’s not exactly public knowledge,” I reply, speaking just as softly. “Nick doesn’t like to talk about it, and he’s been so happy with Joe that it’s just… never brought up.”
“Until tonight, when his dad dies and he goes on a drinking binge,” Max replies. “This is a time when he needs his friends, Liz. He shouldn’t be here by himself! Christ, Joe’s out on a fucking date! If he knew about this, he’d be here and Nick wouldn’t be-“
“I didn’t tell Joe because he would have reacted the same way you are,” Nick breaks in, and we whirl around to see him standing there in a pair of unzipped jeans.
Max stiffens. “Nick, I’m sorry for interfering, but you did call Liz here, and from now on she and I are a team. Which is why I’m going to tell you what I think.”
I gasp in outrage, ready to blast Max, but Nick simply laughs.
“Damn, you’re lucky Liz. Lucky that you have someone who would stand behind you for whatever reason. God knows I’ve never experienced that.”
“Nick Gannon! You know that isn’t true!” I cry. “What about me? I’ve stood behind you every day of your life! And Joe? How do you think he would feel to hear you say something like that?”
“Joe does what he does out of some misplaced sense of duty,” Nick responds stiffly. “Yeah, maybe he cares about me. But I refuse to be a burden to him ever again. I can deal with my own shit.”
“Yet, here you are calling Liz at one in the morning, drunk off your ass,” Max replies, no real venom in his tone, just concern.
“I have something I’d like to add to that,” a soft voice comes from the front door, and we all look over to see Joe standing there.
Nick groans. “Damn, who forgot to lock the door?”
Joe moves one hand and slams the door shut, eyeing Nick, who stands with a defensive posture. “So, Serena called,” he says pleasantly, hands in his pockets as he strolls across the living room floor. “Told me some news… I must say I was pretty surprised, because I had just talked with you and you never mentioned anything. In fact, I believe your exact words were ‘Go ahead and go out, Joe. I’m just gonna play some PS2. Call me when you get back.’”
He stops in front of Nick, who stares right back at him.
“I didn’t want to mess up your plans,” he says rigidly.
Joe, still with a benign smile on his face, moves so quickly that none of us see it coming.
A fist comes up and slams into Nick’s jaw with enough force to send him flying into the table. He muffles an oath, and stands back up as Joe fumes above him.
“You didn’t want to mess up my plans?” he bites off, and Max and I stare in fascination as he reaches out and pulls Nick into a headlock. Nick swears again, and kicks his leg out to try and knock Joe off his feet, but Joe side steps his efforts.
“Dammit, Joe! Let me go!” he hisses.
Joe merely tightens his grip. “Let’s get something straight, Gannon. If you ever keep something like this from me again, and then go out and get plastered while drowning your sorrows with a bottle of Jack, I’ll kick your your ass so bad you’ll need to learn how to sit on your head.”
Max stifles a laugh, then looks horrified by his action.
“And don’t ever let me hear you saying some bullshit about you being a fucking duty to me,” Joe continues. He lets Nick go, and he pulls away gasping.
“It’s true,” he croaks, then steps back as Joe moves forward threateningly. “No, just listen. You gave up five years of your life to play big brother to some loser fifteen-year old kid nobody wanted!”
Joe’s jaw tenses. “And you think this makes you a duty? You think I don’t see you as family? I swear, I am going to beat some sense into you-” he breaks off and lets out a sigh as Nick stares at him with an expression of hopeful shock.
That’s my cue to take Max’s arm and get out of there.
We leave quietly, and once in the car I dial the number Serena gave me at the bar.
The line rings twice before Serena answers with a worried, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Liz,” I say, and I hear a relieved sigh.
“Oh, thank God. Is Nick okay?”
“Well, Joe’s with him now. Good thinking on calling him, Serena,” I say, my throat tightening with emotion as I replay the scene with Nick and Joe.
Dear God, how long has Nick had those thoughts about himself?
“Well, I knew they were close…” Serena trails off. “Did he tell you what happened?”
“A little,” I answer, glancing at Max as he steers into a turning lane. “He isn’t taking it very well.”
Another sigh. “No. Not that I can blame him, his dad was always very strict and… well… he could almost be…”
“Abusive?”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I think everyone tried not to believe it, but it was always obvious if you knew to look. I used to think he’d come live with us. Then my parent’s got their divorce and well…”
She laughs, a shaky sound. “We must seem really screwed up to you normal people.”
“Not at all, remember, I live with Michael,” I reply. “Oh, you haven’t met him yet, have you?”
“No. Is that your brother?”
“Yeah, and he makes the Addams Family look like Leave it To Beaver,” I say, ignoring Max’s snort. “Listen, Serena, why don’t you try calling Nick again in a few minutes. I think things will have died down by then and it’ll make you feel better.”
“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” Silence. Then, “And Liz… I want to say thanks.”
“For what?” I ask.
“For being such a good friend to Nick.”
“Nick has a lot of friends, he just doesn’t realize it,” I say honestly. “But I think after tonight, he’ll have a better idea.”
“I hope you’re right. Well, I don’t want to keep you up. Thanks for calling and letting me know,” Serena says.
I say goodnight and we hang up.
I turn to Max, who has pulled up in front of my house. I cock a brow at him and he smiles crookedly.
“I think you need some rest, and we both know that isn’t going to happen if you stay with me,” he says, reaching out to trail his finger down my cheek.
I sigh, leaning into his touch. “You’re probably right, much as I hate to admit it. But will I see you tomorrow?”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing mine. “You couldn’t keep me away.”
I melt into the kiss, exulting in the comforting desire before breaking away and smiling at him. “Goodnight, Max.”
“Night, Liz,” he answers softly, holding onto my fingers as I get out the Jeep. He squeezes my hand gently before relinquishing his grasp.
As I walk to the door, I turn back to see him staring after me. I smile and blow him a kiss, then mouth the words, “I love you.”
His eyes widen and I grin wider as he opens his mouth to speak. I open the door and step inside.
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Yes? Oh, good! Okay, then I'm in time to post! Yay! Okay, before we get into this particularly emotional installment of NSL, it's that special time when I get on my soap box and answer all the questions you lovelies ask me. So let's go ahead and get that out of the way, shall we?
Ahem.
Well, it seems that most of the questions are about sexay Mr. Nick!
Gigo wrote:What happened to Nick? Poor dear...
Pegleg wrote:Poor Nick. I wonder what's wrong with him.
Milla wrote:I hope Nick is allright (did he get drunk because of Tess, she so not good enough for him
Well, well. It seems you all are concerned about the effect Nick will be having on Max and Liz's relationship. Let me ease your concerns by stating that Mr. Gannon will NOT be a hinderence to our dreamy couple. But he and Liz will grow closer, as Nick is about to go through some very rough patches. Oh, and Nick wanted me to let you all know that the naked Max comment was supposed to read 'think about a naked Nick', but that he knew you all would pass out thinking about his lucious-ness. So we changed it to Max instead.rachelsroswell wrote:i wonder whats wrong with nick????
Well, cherie, as of now I have plans on continuing Not So Little, Forever Your Love, and Risque Business. I'm not sure if I'll be getting around to the others, but as of now I guess it depends on how much feedback this one gets!cherie wrote:Nice to see you posting on this story. It's always been one of my favorites.Are you going to be updating your others as well?
Also, to let you guys know... I'm currently creating a character map so that you all can have pictures of what these guys look like and also some other nifty info that won't be in the story. But that's still a day or two away. OKay, okay. Liz is chomping at the bit to tell her story, so let me step down before I get pushed down. Hope you all enjoy the new part!
***edited to add this little banner that I put together in about five minutes... so please excuse the sucky factor!
And also, I should be back either tomorrow or day after with the next part! Okay, this time I'm leaving for real!*** <img src="http://ita1ianmama.diaryland.com/images/nsl.jpg">
<center>Part Fifteen</center>
Max and I pull up at Joe’s two story house. I look around, but see no sign of Nick’s motorcycle, so I assume that he must have walked the two blocks from Heaven’s Door to Joe’s. As I jump out the Jeep, Max exits the driver’s side.
“Okay, let’s just hope he’s still awake,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as we make our way up the steps. “Trying to wake Nick up is like trying to ressurect a dead person. And believe me, I’d place my bets on the dead guy.”
“One of these days you’re going to explain to me just how well you know Gannon,” Max mumbles. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the underwear comment.”
I flash a smile in his direction, absently patting his cheek. “Now, honey, there’s absolutely no reason to be jealous. Nick and I are best friends, that’s all. Purely platonic. Well… I did have a teeny bit of a crush on him back in fifth grade. But that ended pretty quickly when he forgot my valentine that year. I don’t know how many times I told him, I wanted the care-bears card. And what did he show up with? Flippin' He-Man. Ha!”
Max just shakes his head. “Forget I asked.”
“Okay, here’s the deal, Evans,” I say. “If the target is indeed unconscious, you grab the cold water, I’ll hold his nose. Then on the count of three, you just dunk-“
“I get the idea.”
I press the doorbell on the offchance that Nick is still alive. After a few seconds, the door is thrown open and I stare in horror at the sight before me.
A definitely alive Nick Gannon stands in the doorway, completely naked. His blonde hair sticks up every which way, and his chin is shadowed with stubble. In all honesty, he looks pretty damn good. But there is the problem of… that… which is currently on view for the entire neighborhood to see.
I let out a little shriek, and Max curses.
“What took you so long?” Nick demands, taking a swig of the bottle of whiskey in his hands. “Damn, now you caught me in the middle of South Park. Can you wait just a minute?”
With that, he turns around and my eyes glue to his veeery muscled backside.
Max slaps a hand across my eyes and growls. “Gannon, put some damn clothes on.”
“Max? Wow, where’d you come from?” Nick asks, although I can’t see through the darkness of Max’s restraining hand. “Oh, man, did I pull you two away from something?”
I manage to yank Max’s hand away and glare at him before turning to Nick. “Nick, what happened?”
His expression crumples, and he blindly falls onto the couch. Max tosses him a pillow and he places it across his lap while staring at the wall. “My dad was in an accident.”
Max and I glance at each other with wary expressions.
“Is he okay?” I ask cautiously, fully aware of the turmoil involved in Nick’s relationship with his parents. They were always fighting, and Nick used to sneak into my room the nights his parents would get into arguments. I’ll never forget the time he showed up with a bruised eye and a bloody lip.
“Just got a little too close to the action,” he’d joked, but I knew then and there the truth hiding in the Gannon house. When Nick ran away later that month, everyone was shocked and confused, but I alone received a letter from a then- fifteen year old Nick, telling me that he’d run away to live with his cousin.
Days later he was found by Joe, and the two formed a fragile bond when Joe helped him get emancipated and find a place of his own. Ever since, Nick has tried to emulate Joe as one would do a big brother, which is why I know something major must have happened for him to revert to his earlier wild-ways.
Nick sniffs and reaches a hand up to rub his tired eyes. “He’s dead.”
The words, normally ones that would mean grief and sorrow, sound monotone and flat from Nick’s lips.
Max makes a low sound, and I sit next to Nick and gently take his hand. “Are you okay?” I ask quietly.
He laughs. “He was a jack-ass, Liz. You and I both know it. But… he was still my dad, you know? How the fuck can I still feel for him after the hell they both put me through?”
My heart breaking for the lost tone in his voice, I lay my head on his shoulder, nodding at Max as he goes in the kitchen to afford us some privacy.
After a moment of silence I say, “I don’t know. Maybe a part of you still loves him and wishes things could have changed. And now you know it’ll never happen.”
He tenses. “I’ve hated him for so long. He never gave a damn about anyone but himself. Not my mom, sure as hell not me. And then he goes and gets himself killed in a car wreck, and I start having all these regrets, and it makes me sick to my stomach, Liz.”
“When did you find out?” I ask softly, squeezing his hand. “And why were you here by yourself instead of with people who care about you? Do Serena and Joe even know about this?”
“Serena knows,” he closes his eyes. “She got the call tonight after closing. My mom doesn’t know my number, so she called Rena’s cell and told her. And then she had the nerve to ask to speak to me. Like after all these years of her just backing down and pretending I didn’t exist, and suddenly she wants to have a fucking heart to heart?”
He jumps up and starts pacing, and I look away from his nakedness.
“She wants me to come to the funeral, and she wants us to start over. That’s bullshit. She’s alone now, like I’ve been all this time and she can’t stand it,” he continues. “Well, I’m not going. She can learn how it feels to depend on yourself, and she can thank God that she wasn’t fifteen years old when it happened.”
“Nick,” I begin, unsure of what I want to say. He obviously still has issues with his mother for readily abandoning him all those years ago. But at the same time, I can hear the pain and longing in his voice when he speaks of her.
He laughs again, breaking me out of my pontification. “For Christ’s sake, here I am bare-assed naked, and we’re talking about my fucked up family. This is a Kodak moment.”
He swears and then leaves the room, I’m guessing to get dressed.
While he’s gone, Max comes out of the kitchen, his eyes troubled and a frown on his face.
“How come I never knew Nick’s parent’s abandoned him?” he demands in a low voice.
“It’s not exactly public knowledge,” I reply, speaking just as softly. “Nick doesn’t like to talk about it, and he’s been so happy with Joe that it’s just… never brought up.”
“Until tonight, when his dad dies and he goes on a drinking binge,” Max replies. “This is a time when he needs his friends, Liz. He shouldn’t be here by himself! Christ, Joe’s out on a fucking date! If he knew about this, he’d be here and Nick wouldn’t be-“
“I didn’t tell Joe because he would have reacted the same way you are,” Nick breaks in, and we whirl around to see him standing there in a pair of unzipped jeans.
Max stiffens. “Nick, I’m sorry for interfering, but you did call Liz here, and from now on she and I are a team. Which is why I’m going to tell you what I think.”
I gasp in outrage, ready to blast Max, but Nick simply laughs.
“Damn, you’re lucky Liz. Lucky that you have someone who would stand behind you for whatever reason. God knows I’ve never experienced that.”
“Nick Gannon! You know that isn’t true!” I cry. “What about me? I’ve stood behind you every day of your life! And Joe? How do you think he would feel to hear you say something like that?”
“Joe does what he does out of some misplaced sense of duty,” Nick responds stiffly. “Yeah, maybe he cares about me. But I refuse to be a burden to him ever again. I can deal with my own shit.”
“Yet, here you are calling Liz at one in the morning, drunk off your ass,” Max replies, no real venom in his tone, just concern.
“I have something I’d like to add to that,” a soft voice comes from the front door, and we all look over to see Joe standing there.
Nick groans. “Damn, who forgot to lock the door?”
Joe moves one hand and slams the door shut, eyeing Nick, who stands with a defensive posture. “So, Serena called,” he says pleasantly, hands in his pockets as he strolls across the living room floor. “Told me some news… I must say I was pretty surprised, because I had just talked with you and you never mentioned anything. In fact, I believe your exact words were ‘Go ahead and go out, Joe. I’m just gonna play some PS2. Call me when you get back.’”
He stops in front of Nick, who stares right back at him.
“I didn’t want to mess up your plans,” he says rigidly.
Joe, still with a benign smile on his face, moves so quickly that none of us see it coming.
A fist comes up and slams into Nick’s jaw with enough force to send him flying into the table. He muffles an oath, and stands back up as Joe fumes above him.
“You didn’t want to mess up my plans?” he bites off, and Max and I stare in fascination as he reaches out and pulls Nick into a headlock. Nick swears again, and kicks his leg out to try and knock Joe off his feet, but Joe side steps his efforts.
“Dammit, Joe! Let me go!” he hisses.
Joe merely tightens his grip. “Let’s get something straight, Gannon. If you ever keep something like this from me again, and then go out and get plastered while drowning your sorrows with a bottle of Jack, I’ll kick your your ass so bad you’ll need to learn how to sit on your head.”
Max stifles a laugh, then looks horrified by his action.
“And don’t ever let me hear you saying some bullshit about you being a fucking duty to me,” Joe continues. He lets Nick go, and he pulls away gasping.
“It’s true,” he croaks, then steps back as Joe moves forward threateningly. “No, just listen. You gave up five years of your life to play big brother to some loser fifteen-year old kid nobody wanted!”
Joe’s jaw tenses. “And you think this makes you a duty? You think I don’t see you as family? I swear, I am going to beat some sense into you-” he breaks off and lets out a sigh as Nick stares at him with an expression of hopeful shock.
That’s my cue to take Max’s arm and get out of there.
We leave quietly, and once in the car I dial the number Serena gave me at the bar.
The line rings twice before Serena answers with a worried, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Liz,” I say, and I hear a relieved sigh.
“Oh, thank God. Is Nick okay?”
“Well, Joe’s with him now. Good thinking on calling him, Serena,” I say, my throat tightening with emotion as I replay the scene with Nick and Joe.
Dear God, how long has Nick had those thoughts about himself?
“Well, I knew they were close…” Serena trails off. “Did he tell you what happened?”
“A little,” I answer, glancing at Max as he steers into a turning lane. “He isn’t taking it very well.”
Another sigh. “No. Not that I can blame him, his dad was always very strict and… well… he could almost be…”
“Abusive?”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I think everyone tried not to believe it, but it was always obvious if you knew to look. I used to think he’d come live with us. Then my parent’s got their divorce and well…”
She laughs, a shaky sound. “We must seem really screwed up to you normal people.”
“Not at all, remember, I live with Michael,” I reply. “Oh, you haven’t met him yet, have you?”
“No. Is that your brother?”
“Yeah, and he makes the Addams Family look like Leave it To Beaver,” I say, ignoring Max’s snort. “Listen, Serena, why don’t you try calling Nick again in a few minutes. I think things will have died down by then and it’ll make you feel better.”
“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” Silence. Then, “And Liz… I want to say thanks.”
“For what?” I ask.
“For being such a good friend to Nick.”
“Nick has a lot of friends, he just doesn’t realize it,” I say honestly. “But I think after tonight, he’ll have a better idea.”
“I hope you’re right. Well, I don’t want to keep you up. Thanks for calling and letting me know,” Serena says.
I say goodnight and we hang up.
I turn to Max, who has pulled up in front of my house. I cock a brow at him and he smiles crookedly.
“I think you need some rest, and we both know that isn’t going to happen if you stay with me,” he says, reaching out to trail his finger down my cheek.
I sigh, leaning into his touch. “You’re probably right, much as I hate to admit it. But will I see you tomorrow?”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing mine. “You couldn’t keep me away.”
I melt into the kiss, exulting in the comforting desire before breaking away and smiling at him. “Goodnight, Max.”
“Night, Liz,” he answers softly, holding onto my fingers as I get out the Jeep. He squeezes my hand gently before relinquishing his grasp.
As I walk to the door, I turn back to see him staring after me. I smile and blow him a kiss, then mouth the words, “I love you.”
His eyes widen and I grin wider as he opens his mouth to speak. I open the door and step inside.
<center>TBC..............</center>
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I'm back, and with a new part too! :scatter: Looks like I just missed you, Elizabeth! Oh well, on to the questions...
Well, I'm so glad you guys liked the character map! I must say, I had fun making it, although I wanted to kill myself during most of the html parts. And I love, love, love that you all are liking Joe and Nick! I've never had original characters that demanded screen time, so to speak. But these two just elbow their way to the forefront and give me that look... and I know I have to write them in! LOL. So I'm really glad you all are enjoying them.
Things are really about to start happening, and for those of you who are anxious to see the fireworks with Michael... let's just say that in the next few chapters you will be happy!
Okay, enough blabbing and here we go!
<center>Chapter Sixteen</center>
“Lizzie… you got’s some ‘splainin’ to do!”
I turn from wiping down the counter at the CrashDown Café and see Maria coming through the back room doors. Her antennae bounce crazily on top of her head as she bears down on me.
Did I forget to mention that Roswell is slightly alien-obsessed? Half the town is employed in some sort of extra-terrestrial venue. Mine happens to be a popular alien-themed restaurant. Oh well, better than the UFO Museum.
But back to Maria and her Ricci Ricardo impersonation…
I raise a brow as she puts her hands on her hips and begins tapping a foot against the linoleum floor.
“Liz, table five needs their Galaxy subs,” Angela walks past me carrying a tray of steaming food.
“Got it,” I call back, starting past Maria only to be pulled back.
“No way, Jose! What happened with Max last night?” she demands, green eyes flashing curiously. “I only called fifteen times! Where were you guys?”
I shrug, looking over my shoulder as the front door opens, admitting even more customers on this particularly full Sunday afternoon. “Some… stuff happened. Look, I’ll tell you all about it later,” I promise, my eyes on the foursome who’ve just settled themselves at a booth in my section.
Maria cocks a brow, noticing my distraction. “You’d better,” she replies, shooting me one of her looks, then walks over to say hi to Michael.
I turn and my find myself trapped in Max’s golden gaze. He gives me an intimate half-smile, then motions with his head to the bathroom door.
I feign confusion, struggling not to smile as he glances at Michael, currently wrapped in a lingering kiss with Maria, before making the gesture again. This time with more enthusiasm.
I make my way over, hearing Kyle’s cry of disgust as Maria and Michael continue eating each other’s faces off.
“My virtue is in serious jeopardy watching this,” he whines, attempting to cover his eyes with a menu.
“Your virtue was never in question, Valenti.”
I turn to look at Nick, who’s slumped in the booth next to Max. A pair of sunglasses sits on his nose, hiding a burgeoning bruise from his fight with Joe. A slight frown mars his movie-star appearance.
I catch Max’s eye again, and he shakes his head, letting me know that Nick’s mood has not improved since last night. I nod discreetly, then reach over to ruffle Nick’s tousled blonde locks.
“What’s going on guys?” I ask brightly, playing with his hair. Then I add, “Maria, get your tongue out of my brother’s mouth. You’re working.”
The two break apart and Maria flushes prettily. “Sorry, babe. You know he’s irresistable.”
I roll my eyes while Michael preens like a proud peacock.
The image of Michael as a peacock – feathers and all - momentarily distracts me, and I snicker.
Nick pulls away from me and folds his arms across his muscular chest. Not deterred, I lean a hip against the table.
“Aren’t you guys up pretty early? I thought you all have to work tonight?” I say as Maria wanders off to take an older couple’s order.
Nick snorts and slouches further into the booth. “Some of us have to work, you mean,” he mumbles.
I raise a brow at his sour tone.
“Joe gave Nick the night off,” Max fills in with an attempt at nonchalance “Only us bottom-feeders have to work tonight.”
“Yeah, pull that stick out of your ass, Gannon,” Michael adds on, oblivious to the look Max gives him. “I wish Joe would give me the night off.”
“You had last night off,” I remind him, wishing to throttle my brother.
“Yeah, but that was different. I called in sick.”
“Whatever, the point is that Joe doesn’t think I’m capable of working at his precious bar,” Nick speaks, slapping his hands against the table. “Listen, I’m outta here.”
I press a hand against his chest. “I don’t think so,” I smile brightly, but firmly. “Why don’t I get you guys an order of space fries, on the house?”
Kyle, looking slightly confused as he looks from Max to Nick to me, answers. “Um, yeah that would be great.”
Nick doesn’t answer, but sits up a little straighter as the door chimes again. I look over and see Tess Harding walk in with a few girls from the local college.
She looks at Max and her smile dims. Then she tosses her head back and forces a laugh at something one of the girls say. They seat themselves at a table a few rows down.
Nick’s frown deepens as he notices Tess’s despondant expression she’s struggling to hide. An idea begins to form in my head.
“Okay, be right back with those fries,” I say casually, then head over to place the order. Afterwards, I make my way over to Tess’s table.
“Welcome to the CrashDown, I’m Liz and I’ll be your waitress this afternoon,” I say happily, pen poised. “Is there anything I can get you to start off with?”
One of the girls smirks at my uniform, and rolls her eyes. “Do you guys have anything not swimming in grease?” she asks snidely, tossing her blonde hair.
The other girl, a snooty redhead, looks down her nose at me. “A place like this? They probably only serve country-fried steak and collard greens.”
“Stacy, Tamara!” Tess hisses, looking at me with embarrassment. “We’ll just have a few Alien Blasts,” she tries to smile, eyes apologetic.
I return the smile, but my eyes go back to the two sneering girls. I know that in most situations, the customer is always right, but in some cases…
“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow dogs in this establishment,” I state pleasantly, ignoring the gasps of outrage. “I’m afraid your… friends… will have to wait outside on their appropriate leashes.”
“How dare you!” the blonde cries, gaining the attention of the nearby tables. Tess tries to hide her face behind her hand. “As if I’d want to eat in your cheesy little restaurant!”
I motion for the door. “Well, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Have a nice day.”
She glares at me before snapping, “Tamara, Tess, we’re leaving.”
The redhead stands, but Tess remains seated.
“Tess! Now!”
She shakes her head, staring up at the blonde with distaste. “I think I’d rather eat in this cheesy little restaurant,” she replies, eyes challenging. “But if you ask nicely, I’m sure Liz could dredge up some doggie bags for you both.”
The girls shriek and flounce out of the café, muttering and glaring all the way.
I look at Tess and she looks at me. We both crack up.
The customers continue to shoot us interested glances, but begin to go back to their meals.
“I’m so sorry,” Tess wipes the mirth from her blue eyes. “I don’t know why I ever hung out with those two. They really are like dogs. Annoying little chihuahuas.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of pugs,” I reply with a grin.
Tess laughs again, then sighs. “I’m sorry for what they said. They… it’s not true.”
I stare at her and realize something strange. Any hostility I felt towards Tess Harding has disappeared.
Maybe it’s the fact that I have Max now and she doesn’t, or perhaps it’s simply that she’s not the dumb little bimbo I always assumed her to be, in my jealous state. But whatever the reason, I think I could actually befriend her.
“It’s no problem,” I answer with a friendly smile. “You still want that Alien Blast?”
She cocks her head and studies me. After a moment she speaks hesitantly, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, Liz… but I always thought you hated me.”
I freeze at her knowing gaze. My eyes fly towards Max’s booth, where he and Nick are both openly staring. “Um… why would I hate you?” I ask weakly.
Tess shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just insecure… but I always thought you resented me being with Max.” She laughs, shaking her head. “To be completely honest, I always resented you.”
This surprises me. “Excuse me?”
A pretty blush highlights her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “Sometimes it seemed like Max liked you. The two of you were so…”
I lean forward, anxious to hear her next words.
“… so in tune,” she finishes, holding her hands out lamely. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was so jealous of you.”
I don’t really know what to say, so I just clear my throat. “Yes, well…”
“But I don’t want you to think I still feel that way,” she rushes to assure me. “I know I don’t have a claim on Max, and I was sort of hoping… maybe… maybe we could be friends?”
She makes a disgusted sound and laughs. “I’m sorry, I feel like such an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” I say firmly. “And as to the other… I think I’d like that, too.”
She looks surprised. “Really?”
I nod, then we both smile. “And as my first friendly duty, I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” I lean forward.
She frowns. “What secret?”
I mock whisper in her ear. “Nick Gannon is staring at you.”
Her eyes widen and she looks around me towards Max’s table. The color rises in her cheeks and she looks quickly away. “He is not.”
“Oh, yes he is. He has been ever since you walked in the door,” I answer, amused. “You don’t think he’s cute?”
She looks at her hands. “Well, I mean… of course he’s cute! I’d have to be blind not see that!”
“Hmm…” I tap my chin thoughtfully. “You know, I could go over there…” I trail off meaningfully and she grabs my wrist.
“No!” she says loudly, once again drawing attention towards us. Flushing darkly, she mutters, “He wasn’t staring at me.”
Then she clears her throat. “Besides, everyone knows Nick is interested in anyone who breathes. I happen to be looking for more than a quick fling. Even if he is drop-dead gorgeous.”
She looks horrified by that announcement and slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes daring me to say anything.
I bite back a grin. “Right. Well, I’ll just get you that milkshake.”
I walk off, face turning red as I struggle not to laugh until I’m in the clear. As I pass by the guys, Max reaches out and grasps my arm.
“What was that all about?” he asks, and I look to see four pairs of questioning eyes.
“Oh, nothing…” I respond airily. “Just Girl Talk.”
His eyes narrow, but he releases his grip.
“Are we going to get those fries anytime today, Lizzie?” Michael asks pointedly.
I treat him to a bored stare. “Call me Lizzie again and we may just magically run out of Tabasco Sauce.”
He glares at me, but concedes. Ah, brotherly love.
I race back to the kitchen and collapse against the door, laughing uncontrollably. As I wipe my eyes, Maria walks up quickly.
“Liz, what’s wrong?” she asks, mistaking my tears for those of sadness. “Did that blonde witch say something to you?”
I crack up again.
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After serving the guys and Tess, I stand back by the cash register and wait.
A few minutes later, my plan goes into action.
Nick walks up to the counter, wallet in hand. He tries for a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach the edges of his lips.
“Hey, sorry about last night,” he says, and I feel a pang of compassion for him. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Things are really fucked up at the moment.”
I nod, patting his hand. “You know I’m always here for you,” I respond quietly. “We all are.”
He looks down but nods. “Yeah well, Joe isn’t too happy with me at the moment,” he says wryly. “I guess I really hurt his feelings, huh?”
I squeeze his fingers, heart clenching at his lost tone. “He’s a big boy, Nick. He’ll get over it. But I really think you two should talk about this. Let him help, it’s what he wants.”
“I don’t want to bother him,” he repeats his words from last night, but sounds unsure.
I smile. “That’s the thing, you aren’t bothering him. Not by saying what’s going on in your life. It’s when you hide things from him that he gets upset.”
“Yeah, I guess you could call it upset,” and this time a tiny grin emerges as he slips his glasses further down his nose.
I whistle at the bruise. “Ouch.”
He laughs at my reaction. “It’s strange, I always used to be scared when my dad would go on one of his rampages. But damned if Joe knocking me on my ass didn’t make me feel slightly better.”
“That’s because you know Joe loves you and would never really hurt you,” I state, then cock my head. “Although, he did make some colorful threats.”
“I’m partial to the ‘learn how to sit on my head’ one myself,” he quips.
We laugh.
I glance over to where Tess is stirring a straw aimlessly in her strawberry milkshake, a plate of cooling fries at her elbow. “So, before you go…” I say carefully, “would you mind taking this over to table seven?”
He looks at the bottle of ketchup in my hands. “Table seven?” he repeats in a strange voice.
I nod. “Yeah, I would do it myself, but I have a ton of orders about to come through,” I lie. “I promised Tess I’d bring her some ketchup ten minutes ago, but I forgot.”
He stares at me suspiciously and I give him a reassuring smile. He swallows then shrugs. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Great! Oh, and if you wanna hang out tonight, call me okay? Don’t go wallowing around the house all by yourself,” I say firmly.
He nods and then walks off.
I watch openly as he strolls over to Tess’s table, hesitates, then places the bottle on the table.
Tess looks up and they both freeze. Nick speaks and she looks confused, then turns to stare at me.
I wiggle my fingers and smile.
She looks back and nods, an embarrassed smile on her face. They speak for a few more minutes while I hold my breath. Then, Nick sits down across from her.
I throw my hand in the air and hiss, “Yes!”
“What are you up to, Miss Parker?” a voice growls to my right. I look over and find Max staring at me, brows raised.
“Up to?” I echo, batting my lashes. “Me?”
He shakes his head, then leans forward, eyes hooded. “I’m going nuts watching you prance around in that short skirt.”
I glance around, but no one is listening. Kyle and Michael are immersed in some sort of conversation involving hand gestures and loud voices.
“Really?” I breathe, skin tingling at his knowing look. I clear my throat. “Do tell.”
He leans forward a little more. “Meet me in the bathroom in five and I’ll show you.”
With that unmistakable challenge, he sends me a hot look and walks off in the direction of the unisex bathroom.
I swallow, eyes on his butt in a pair of track pants.
He looks back before shutting the door, wiggling his brows. I wait a moment, then casually make my way over. I send a look around, then step inside.
<center>TBC...................</center>
Well, for right now, I'm pretty much playing a cat and mouse game with Max and Liz. During the chapters to come, they will grow closer and it will climax when Liz reveals her feelings for Max in a very emotional way. You'll just have to keep reading to find out how...DAYDREAMER wrote:I was wondering how you were going to confront that considering Liz was just about to tell Max how she felt before Nick called. Oh, are you going to go in to more detail about that later?
Serena is Nick's cousin from Indiana. And it's okay, I often get confused reading all these different stories!Dreamer06 wrote:I'm glad Nick is okay now...Serena? is she Nick's gf??
Aw, thank you very much! As a matter of fact, I have plans to continue Risque Business in the near future. Probably once this one is done. As for Forbidden Desires and Affairs of the Heart... well, I really can't say yet. I guess it depends on how many people want to read them? I won't say no, though.sunrise102 wrote:Thanks for the update!! And you have to continue all of your fics. Especially Risque Business and the one with Max as the slayer (is that right?) that I can't remember the title of. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
Edited to add that I also like the one with Liz having a little sister and she's a stripper in New Orleans I think? Actually you should just continue all of your stories.
Well, I'm so glad you guys liked the character map! I must say, I had fun making it, although I wanted to kill myself during most of the html parts. And I love, love, love that you all are liking Joe and Nick! I've never had original characters that demanded screen time, so to speak. But these two just elbow their way to the forefront and give me that look... and I know I have to write them in! LOL. So I'm really glad you all are enjoying them.
Things are really about to start happening, and for those of you who are anxious to see the fireworks with Michael... let's just say that in the next few chapters you will be happy!
Okay, enough blabbing and here we go!
<center>Chapter Sixteen</center>
“Lizzie… you got’s some ‘splainin’ to do!”
I turn from wiping down the counter at the CrashDown Café and see Maria coming through the back room doors. Her antennae bounce crazily on top of her head as she bears down on me.
Did I forget to mention that Roswell is slightly alien-obsessed? Half the town is employed in some sort of extra-terrestrial venue. Mine happens to be a popular alien-themed restaurant. Oh well, better than the UFO Museum.
But back to Maria and her Ricci Ricardo impersonation…
I raise a brow as she puts her hands on her hips and begins tapping a foot against the linoleum floor.
“Liz, table five needs their Galaxy subs,” Angela walks past me carrying a tray of steaming food.
“Got it,” I call back, starting past Maria only to be pulled back.
“No way, Jose! What happened with Max last night?” she demands, green eyes flashing curiously. “I only called fifteen times! Where were you guys?”
I shrug, looking over my shoulder as the front door opens, admitting even more customers on this particularly full Sunday afternoon. “Some… stuff happened. Look, I’ll tell you all about it later,” I promise, my eyes on the foursome who’ve just settled themselves at a booth in my section.
Maria cocks a brow, noticing my distraction. “You’d better,” she replies, shooting me one of her looks, then walks over to say hi to Michael.
I turn and my find myself trapped in Max’s golden gaze. He gives me an intimate half-smile, then motions with his head to the bathroom door.
I feign confusion, struggling not to smile as he glances at Michael, currently wrapped in a lingering kiss with Maria, before making the gesture again. This time with more enthusiasm.
I make my way over, hearing Kyle’s cry of disgust as Maria and Michael continue eating each other’s faces off.
“My virtue is in serious jeopardy watching this,” he whines, attempting to cover his eyes with a menu.
“Your virtue was never in question, Valenti.”
I turn to look at Nick, who’s slumped in the booth next to Max. A pair of sunglasses sits on his nose, hiding a burgeoning bruise from his fight with Joe. A slight frown mars his movie-star appearance.
I catch Max’s eye again, and he shakes his head, letting me know that Nick’s mood has not improved since last night. I nod discreetly, then reach over to ruffle Nick’s tousled blonde locks.
“What’s going on guys?” I ask brightly, playing with his hair. Then I add, “Maria, get your tongue out of my brother’s mouth. You’re working.”
The two break apart and Maria flushes prettily. “Sorry, babe. You know he’s irresistable.”
I roll my eyes while Michael preens like a proud peacock.
The image of Michael as a peacock – feathers and all - momentarily distracts me, and I snicker.
Nick pulls away from me and folds his arms across his muscular chest. Not deterred, I lean a hip against the table.
“Aren’t you guys up pretty early? I thought you all have to work tonight?” I say as Maria wanders off to take an older couple’s order.
Nick snorts and slouches further into the booth. “Some of us have to work, you mean,” he mumbles.
I raise a brow at his sour tone.
“Joe gave Nick the night off,” Max fills in with an attempt at nonchalance “Only us bottom-feeders have to work tonight.”
“Yeah, pull that stick out of your ass, Gannon,” Michael adds on, oblivious to the look Max gives him. “I wish Joe would give me the night off.”
“You had last night off,” I remind him, wishing to throttle my brother.
“Yeah, but that was different. I called in sick.”
“Whatever, the point is that Joe doesn’t think I’m capable of working at his precious bar,” Nick speaks, slapping his hands against the table. “Listen, I’m outta here.”
I press a hand against his chest. “I don’t think so,” I smile brightly, but firmly. “Why don’t I get you guys an order of space fries, on the house?”
Kyle, looking slightly confused as he looks from Max to Nick to me, answers. “Um, yeah that would be great.”
Nick doesn’t answer, but sits up a little straighter as the door chimes again. I look over and see Tess Harding walk in with a few girls from the local college.
She looks at Max and her smile dims. Then she tosses her head back and forces a laugh at something one of the girls say. They seat themselves at a table a few rows down.
Nick’s frown deepens as he notices Tess’s despondant expression she’s struggling to hide. An idea begins to form in my head.
“Okay, be right back with those fries,” I say casually, then head over to place the order. Afterwards, I make my way over to Tess’s table.
“Welcome to the CrashDown, I’m Liz and I’ll be your waitress this afternoon,” I say happily, pen poised. “Is there anything I can get you to start off with?”
One of the girls smirks at my uniform, and rolls her eyes. “Do you guys have anything not swimming in grease?” she asks snidely, tossing her blonde hair.
The other girl, a snooty redhead, looks down her nose at me. “A place like this? They probably only serve country-fried steak and collard greens.”
“Stacy, Tamara!” Tess hisses, looking at me with embarrassment. “We’ll just have a few Alien Blasts,” she tries to smile, eyes apologetic.
I return the smile, but my eyes go back to the two sneering girls. I know that in most situations, the customer is always right, but in some cases…
“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow dogs in this establishment,” I state pleasantly, ignoring the gasps of outrage. “I’m afraid your… friends… will have to wait outside on their appropriate leashes.”
“How dare you!” the blonde cries, gaining the attention of the nearby tables. Tess tries to hide her face behind her hand. “As if I’d want to eat in your cheesy little restaurant!”
I motion for the door. “Well, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Have a nice day.”
She glares at me before snapping, “Tamara, Tess, we’re leaving.”
The redhead stands, but Tess remains seated.
“Tess! Now!”
She shakes her head, staring up at the blonde with distaste. “I think I’d rather eat in this cheesy little restaurant,” she replies, eyes challenging. “But if you ask nicely, I’m sure Liz could dredge up some doggie bags for you both.”
The girls shriek and flounce out of the café, muttering and glaring all the way.
I look at Tess and she looks at me. We both crack up.
The customers continue to shoot us interested glances, but begin to go back to their meals.
“I’m so sorry,” Tess wipes the mirth from her blue eyes. “I don’t know why I ever hung out with those two. They really are like dogs. Annoying little chihuahuas.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of pugs,” I reply with a grin.
Tess laughs again, then sighs. “I’m sorry for what they said. They… it’s not true.”
I stare at her and realize something strange. Any hostility I felt towards Tess Harding has disappeared.
Maybe it’s the fact that I have Max now and she doesn’t, or perhaps it’s simply that she’s not the dumb little bimbo I always assumed her to be, in my jealous state. But whatever the reason, I think I could actually befriend her.
“It’s no problem,” I answer with a friendly smile. “You still want that Alien Blast?”
She cocks her head and studies me. After a moment she speaks hesitantly, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, Liz… but I always thought you hated me.”
I freeze at her knowing gaze. My eyes fly towards Max’s booth, where he and Nick are both openly staring. “Um… why would I hate you?” I ask weakly.
Tess shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just insecure… but I always thought you resented me being with Max.” She laughs, shaking her head. “To be completely honest, I always resented you.”
This surprises me. “Excuse me?”
A pretty blush highlights her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “Sometimes it seemed like Max liked you. The two of you were so…”
I lean forward, anxious to hear her next words.
“… so in tune,” she finishes, holding her hands out lamely. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was so jealous of you.”
I don’t really know what to say, so I just clear my throat. “Yes, well…”
“But I don’t want you to think I still feel that way,” she rushes to assure me. “I know I don’t have a claim on Max, and I was sort of hoping… maybe… maybe we could be friends?”
She makes a disgusted sound and laughs. “I’m sorry, I feel like such an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” I say firmly. “And as to the other… I think I’d like that, too.”
She looks surprised. “Really?”
I nod, then we both smile. “And as my first friendly duty, I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” I lean forward.
She frowns. “What secret?”
I mock whisper in her ear. “Nick Gannon is staring at you.”
Her eyes widen and she looks around me towards Max’s table. The color rises in her cheeks and she looks quickly away. “He is not.”
“Oh, yes he is. He has been ever since you walked in the door,” I answer, amused. “You don’t think he’s cute?”
She looks at her hands. “Well, I mean… of course he’s cute! I’d have to be blind not see that!”
“Hmm…” I tap my chin thoughtfully. “You know, I could go over there…” I trail off meaningfully and she grabs my wrist.
“No!” she says loudly, once again drawing attention towards us. Flushing darkly, she mutters, “He wasn’t staring at me.”
Then she clears her throat. “Besides, everyone knows Nick is interested in anyone who breathes. I happen to be looking for more than a quick fling. Even if he is drop-dead gorgeous.”
She looks horrified by that announcement and slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes daring me to say anything.
I bite back a grin. “Right. Well, I’ll just get you that milkshake.”
I walk off, face turning red as I struggle not to laugh until I’m in the clear. As I pass by the guys, Max reaches out and grasps my arm.
“What was that all about?” he asks, and I look to see four pairs of questioning eyes.
“Oh, nothing…” I respond airily. “Just Girl Talk.”
His eyes narrow, but he releases his grip.
“Are we going to get those fries anytime today, Lizzie?” Michael asks pointedly.
I treat him to a bored stare. “Call me Lizzie again and we may just magically run out of Tabasco Sauce.”
He glares at me, but concedes. Ah, brotherly love.
I race back to the kitchen and collapse against the door, laughing uncontrollably. As I wipe my eyes, Maria walks up quickly.
“Liz, what’s wrong?” she asks, mistaking my tears for those of sadness. “Did that blonde witch say something to you?”
I crack up again.
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After serving the guys and Tess, I stand back by the cash register and wait.
A few minutes later, my plan goes into action.
Nick walks up to the counter, wallet in hand. He tries for a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach the edges of his lips.
“Hey, sorry about last night,” he says, and I feel a pang of compassion for him. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Things are really fucked up at the moment.”
I nod, patting his hand. “You know I’m always here for you,” I respond quietly. “We all are.”
He looks down but nods. “Yeah well, Joe isn’t too happy with me at the moment,” he says wryly. “I guess I really hurt his feelings, huh?”
I squeeze his fingers, heart clenching at his lost tone. “He’s a big boy, Nick. He’ll get over it. But I really think you two should talk about this. Let him help, it’s what he wants.”
“I don’t want to bother him,” he repeats his words from last night, but sounds unsure.
I smile. “That’s the thing, you aren’t bothering him. Not by saying what’s going on in your life. It’s when you hide things from him that he gets upset.”
“Yeah, I guess you could call it upset,” and this time a tiny grin emerges as he slips his glasses further down his nose.
I whistle at the bruise. “Ouch.”
He laughs at my reaction. “It’s strange, I always used to be scared when my dad would go on one of his rampages. But damned if Joe knocking me on my ass didn’t make me feel slightly better.”
“That’s because you know Joe loves you and would never really hurt you,” I state, then cock my head. “Although, he did make some colorful threats.”
“I’m partial to the ‘learn how to sit on my head’ one myself,” he quips.
We laugh.
I glance over to where Tess is stirring a straw aimlessly in her strawberry milkshake, a plate of cooling fries at her elbow. “So, before you go…” I say carefully, “would you mind taking this over to table seven?”
He looks at the bottle of ketchup in my hands. “Table seven?” he repeats in a strange voice.
I nod. “Yeah, I would do it myself, but I have a ton of orders about to come through,” I lie. “I promised Tess I’d bring her some ketchup ten minutes ago, but I forgot.”
He stares at me suspiciously and I give him a reassuring smile. He swallows then shrugs. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Great! Oh, and if you wanna hang out tonight, call me okay? Don’t go wallowing around the house all by yourself,” I say firmly.
He nods and then walks off.
I watch openly as he strolls over to Tess’s table, hesitates, then places the bottle on the table.
Tess looks up and they both freeze. Nick speaks and she looks confused, then turns to stare at me.
I wiggle my fingers and smile.
She looks back and nods, an embarrassed smile on her face. They speak for a few more minutes while I hold my breath. Then, Nick sits down across from her.
I throw my hand in the air and hiss, “Yes!”
“What are you up to, Miss Parker?” a voice growls to my right. I look over and find Max staring at me, brows raised.
“Up to?” I echo, batting my lashes. “Me?”
He shakes his head, then leans forward, eyes hooded. “I’m going nuts watching you prance around in that short skirt.”
I glance around, but no one is listening. Kyle and Michael are immersed in some sort of conversation involving hand gestures and loud voices.
“Really?” I breathe, skin tingling at his knowing look. I clear my throat. “Do tell.”
He leans forward a little more. “Meet me in the bathroom in five and I’ll show you.”
With that unmistakable challenge, he sends me a hot look and walks off in the direction of the unisex bathroom.
I swallow, eyes on his butt in a pair of track pants.
He looks back before shutting the door, wiggling his brows. I wait a moment, then casually make my way over. I send a look around, then step inside.
<center>TBC...................</center>
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Okay, okay you dirty boys and girls! I have the bathroom scene ready for you all! But first... a few comments.
Okay, for all of you reading this, you'll see that I have included a part about the hit television show The OC in our latest installment. Now, while I freely admit to having a major addiction to this show, my reasons for including it are purely Roswellian-related.
This Wednesday night, March 24, our very beloved Colin Hanks is guest-starring on the show! So you people should tune in to Fox Network and catch our goofy boy as he makes his appearance back in TV land. Whoohoo!
Now for the new part, thanks to all who gave feedback! I love you all.
<center>Chapter Seventeen</center>
My butt lands hard on the bathroom counter as Max’s lips eat away hungrily at mine. I open my legs wider and wrap them around his hips as he shifts closer.
He runs a hand roughly down the front of my uniform and the silver buttons pop open.
I gasp in equal parts shock and lust, the center of my body tingling and growing wetter in anticipation. “How long have you been practicing that one?” I ask breathlessly.
“Every night in my dreams for the past three years.” He lowers his head to suck at the tender flesh of my collarbone. “You look good in a uniform, Miss Parker.”
I draw my lower lip between my teeth as he fumbles with my bra, finally shoving the cups over my breasts. His fingers pinch at my straining nipples and I swallow a moan.
“I absolutely adore your choice of underwear, Liz,” he breathes, his free hand running down my side to the elastic of my lace panties. His fingers tease my soft curls and the slick flesh beneath.
His lips surround an aching peak as he continues his sensual assault below. My back arches and I feel him throbbing against my thigh.
“Inside me,” I manage to gasp out, as he probes my core. “Max!”
“Right,” he agrees hoarsely.
My hands work his zipper as I lift my hips and he slides the scant lace down my legs. My panties dangle from one snowy white sneaker, and Max’s jeans fall to the ground.
“Thank God I’m on the pill,” I sigh as he enters me, wrapping my arms tightly around him as I lean back against the bathroom mirror.
“Amen,” he answers in a strangled tone.
He pulls out, then thrusts again. The movement is hindered slightly by the cramped conditions. He growls with frustration and shoves my legs further apart.
“More,” I command, neck arched in abandon as I relish the sensation of his thick penetration.
“Working on it,” he groans, driving deeper. His body shudders and his skin grows damp from exertion as we grind against one another.
The only sounds heard for the next few minutes are soft grunts and groans and the occasional mists of a commercial air freshener.
I can feel myself tightening in a coming climax, and grip his cock with my muscles. “Hurry, Max…”
“So close…” he whispers harshly, the tendons in his neck throbbing as he continues thrusting. His teeth are bared in a grimace of pleasure as he goes still, then trembles as his orgasm washes over him.
My own erupts, and we cling to each other as the bottom falls out of our world.
I recover first, running my hand down his sweat-slick back in a comforting caress. His head lays against my breast, and he breathes heavily as he blows a lock of hair from his eyes.
“It keeps getting better,” he whispers in an amazed voice. “I just don’t understand.”
I look down as he meets my eyes. Realization hits us both.
“Max, we’re so bad,” I snicker as the muted sounds of the CrashDown reach us through the walls.
He laughs too, tightening his grip on my middle as his nose nuzzles my breast. “More like insane. God, Michael isn’t thirty feet away. What was I thinking?”
He looks so ashamed that I crack a joke. “Not with the right head, that’s for sure.”
He mock growls and pinches my bottom. Straightening, he looks me over then colors. “Oh God.”
I turn to the mirror and see what has captured his attention. My hair falls from its ponytail in sweaty clumps and my cheeks glow with passion. My eyes have the glazed look of someone well-pleasured.
“It’s all right,” I say determinedly. “I’m due for a break anyway. I’ll just have Maria cover for me while I clean up.”
Max looks uncertain, but nods anyway. He leans against the wall, watching as I take my hair down to rearrange it. “So, what are your plans for the day?”
I run my fingers through my hair. “Well, after I get off Alex is coming by the house to hang out. It’s our standing date night.”
Max snorts. “In other words, tonight’s The OC.”
“It’s a rerun, but we still like to watch,” I laugh at his pitying expression. “You should check it out sometime, it’s addicting.”
“I have enough drama in my own life, I don’t need to watch fictional characters go through their travesties.”
I turn and run a hand up his chest, watching as his eyes turn amused. “Max Evans, I am going to make you eat those words. Just you wait and see.”
“Yeah. Right.”
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“Liz! Have you seen my I Spent A Night In Paris Hilton shirt ?”
I look out my bedroom door and see Michael standing in the hall in his boxers, hands on his hips as he stares at me. “Did you try your closet?”
He doesn’t catch my sarcasm. “Liz…” he whines, tapping a foot against the floor. “I need that shirt! I’m gonna be late for work.”
“And this is my problem because…” I trail off, rolling my eyes and slamming the door. I flop back on the bed and continue painting my toes, eyeing the daily news report on TV distractedly.
Minutes later, Michael comes in. “Can’t you ever knock?” I snap, slapping the bottle of polish down on the nightstand as I fold my arms.
He brushes off my righteous indignation. “Can I borrow five bucks for some dinner?”
He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a light blue-cotton shirt with the words Honk If You’re A Honky emblazoned in yellow across the front.
I’m momentarily stunned speechless. Then, “Michael, where do you get those shirts?”
“T-Shirt Hell,” he says off-handedly. I resist the urge to groan. Then he catches sight of himself in the mirror. “Hey, I look sexy!”
He begins primping, running his fingers through his gelled hair, making it stand even more on end. I throw a pillow at him.
“There’s money on my nightstand. Get out!”
He smirks at my disgruntled tone. “Thanks Lizzie. See ya later.” He walks out whistling, then yells over his shoulder. “Alex is here!”
I hop to my feet, walking awkwardly to the door so as not to disturb my setting nail polish. “In here, Al!”
Alex walks in, a look of bewilderment on his face. “Where does he get those shirts?”
I smirk. “Don’t ask.” I walk back over to the bed, Alex following as we make ourselves comfortable on the queen-size mattress.
“Do you think they’ll show Summer naked tonight?” he asks, plumping a pillow behind his head as he crosses his ankles.
“Alex, it’s Fox.”
He sighs mournfully. “Yeah, I know.”
All talking dies away as the opening notes of Phantom Planet’s California takes us away to Orange County…
<center>**********************************</center>
Afterwards, we sit on my floor and eat from steaming cartons of chinese takeout. I poke a fork through my chicken fried rice and turn to look at Alex, who’s shoveling sweet and sour pork in his mouth.
“So… Isabel,” I say casually, and withhold a giggle when Alex freezes, a dribble of sweet and sour sauce running down his chin.
“Isabel?” he asks in a high voice, his mouth full. He swallows and clears his throat. “Isabel?” he repeats in a much more blasé tone. “What about her?”
I lay on my side, smiling coyly. “You tell me.”
His brows furrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answers, taking a studied sip of his orange soda. “And why are you looking at me like a mouse eyes a piece of cheese?”
“Why haven’t you asked that girl out yet?” I slap my hand on the floor impatiently. “Could it possibly be any more obvious that you two like each other? I mean, I practically hear violin strings whenever you’re in the room together.”
He colors. “It’s… it’s complicated, all right?” Then he scowls. “I don’t want to be like her other guys. They all end up following her around and begging for whatever scraps Princess Isabel decides to toss them. Well, not I.”
I raise a brow at his heated tone, even as I applaud his reasoning. “How do you know it will be that way with you, though?”
He sighs. “Why wouldn’t it be? You know Iz – she’s a control-freak. She’s way too high-maintenance for a goofy guy like me.”
Isabel does have a tendency to take over, whether it’s relationships or just a class project. But in this case, I think Alex’s laid-back easiness would do wonders for her. “I think you should give it a try.”
“Girlfriends!”
We look over as Maria bursts in with all her bubbly presence, the door slamming against the wall from her entrance.
“Chinese?” she wails dramatically. “Is there any lemon chicken left?” She marches over and starts digging through the discarded takeout cartons.
“There’s some egg rolls in the bottom,” Alex offers, receiving a smile from Maria.
“You guys are saints,” she exclaims, biting delicately into one of the deep-fried rolls. “I missed dinner while I was waiting to take Kyle to work. One of these days he has to get that car fixed, I swear to God.”
I let out a burp, completely relaxed in my friend’s company. Alex nods approvingly.
“Nice one, Parker.”
“You taught me all, Alex,” I pat his shoulder as he beams back.
Maria makes herself at home in one of my inflatable chairs. This one is shaped like Patrick Starr, one of the characters from my favorite cartoon in the world – SpongeBob Squarepants.
“So… what were we talking about?” she raises her brows, looking from Alex to me.
“Nothing,” he says quickly, but I grin.
“Isabel.”
Maria’s brows lift higher as a naughty smile tilts her own lips. She ignores Alex’s groan and leans forward. “Oh, really?”
“I was telling Alex that I think he should ask her out,” I state firmly. “What do you think, Mar?”
“Her opinion doesn’t count, she’s dating Michael,” Alex snickers.
Maria tosses a pillow at him. “I’ll forget you said that. In all honesty, I think you better make a move before you get too old and your ding-dong shrivels up.”
My jaw drops and Alex lets out a very feminine gasp, unconsciously closing his legs.
“Maria!”
“What?” she blinks innocently. “It’s true! You move so damn slow, Alex. You’ve liked Isabel ever since she dumped that bucket of sand on you and Kyle in the third grade, when are you gonna grow a pair and admit it?”
He colors while I start to crack up.
“I forgot about that!” I laugh, shaking my head. “Remember how Kyle starting crying about the sand chaffing his butt?”
“You two are crazy!” Alex says, obviously still in denial. “I didn’t like Isabel then! It was when she got the part of Mary in the Christmas play-” he trails off.
“A ha!” Maria pounces on his statement. “So you admit it!” She blows on her nails and buffs them against her shirt. “I am a master.”
I nod admiringly. “I’m amazed, it only took you two minutes.”
Alex throws his hands in the air. “That’s it, I’m leaving.”
“Why don’t you call Iz,” Maria snickers. “I heard she’s feeling lonely tonight.”
He stops on his way to the door, then starts walking faster.
“You think he’ll call her?” I ask as the front door closes downstairs.
Maria sighs. “Probably not. We should work on Isabel, that girl has balls.”
I stare at her. “That’s such a gross mental image, thank you very much.”
The phone rings, keeping Maria from making a comeback. She leans over and picks it up.
“Liz Parker’s boudoir, how may I service you?” Then, “Nick, you sexy thing! Why did you leave without saying goodbye to me? My entire day was ruined, I’ll have you know.”
I roll my eyes at her flirting. Maria may be in love with Michael, but she’s always flirted outrageously with Nick. To his credit, he treats her like a little sister, but it irks Michael to no end.
“Okay, I’ll forgive you this time, but only because your butt looks so good in tight jeans. Liz? She’s here, one second. Good night, my little sweet ass!”
She tosses me the phone and I hear Nick’s amused laughter. “Hey you,” I flop down on my stomach while Maria begins flipping through a fashion magazine. “What’s up?”
“I’m bored,” he answers. “Are you two having a private panty party? Why wasn’t I invited?”
I snort. “In your dreams, Gannon. You couldn’t handle the two of us in our skivvies.”
“After that little display at the Crash earlier, I don’t doubt you.”
I color and shift restlessly. “Oh, you uh… you knew about that?” I ask hesitantly, glancing at Maria. She continues humming a pop song, completely oblivious.
Nick laughs. “I saw Max walk out with a huge boner. What’d you do to the poor guy, Parker?”
“Shut up,” I mumble. Then to turn the tables I ask, “Did you and Tess enjoy your lunch?”
“I knew you set that up!” he sounds slightly outraged. “She looked at me like I was an idiot when I put that ketchup bottle down.”
“Hey, it got you in the door, didn’t it?”
“I can find my own dates,” he grumbles, then sighs. “But… thanks. I owe you one.”
“How did it go?”
He laughs. “You’re so damn nosy. What if I told you we decided we hated each other? That she’s a complete brainless bimbo?”
I feel a surge of indignation. “She is not!”
“Those were your exact words, not even two days ago,” he reminds me.
I open my mouth, then close it in a pout. “Well… I changed my mind. I think she’s nice.”
“I agree.”
His matter-of-fact tone registers.
“Nick! You were messing with me, huh?”
“You deserved it, Miss Why-Don’t-You-Take-This-To-Table-Seven,” he mimics me.
“You just said you owed me for that,” I point out smugly.
“And so I do. We have a date next weekend.”
I gasp again, this time in happiness. “Really? That’s great, Nick!”
He laughs. “It is, huh? Damn, Liz, I really like this one.”
I smile. “I’m happy for you, Nick.”
“Thanks. Listen, you two want to come over and hang out? Serena went grocery shopping before work, so the place is nice and stocked.”
“You know Maria too well. Let me ask,” I lean over and get Maria’s attention. “Wanna go to Nick’s? He’s bored.”
Maria clucks. “Poor baby, needs some female attention, huh? Let’s go make him feel better.”
“We’ll be there in twenty,” I say to Nick.
“Great. I’ll be here with bells on.”
“Later.”
We hang up, and Maria holds up the magazine. It has a picture of a nearly naked woman lying across the hood of a souped up sports car.
“Liz, I didn’t know you’d started reading Hot Rod,” she raises a brow.
I scowl. “Michael’s been in my room again.” I utter the words in a low oath. “He must die.”
Maria throws the magazine down, standing up. “Probably looking for his clothes.”
<center>TBC........................</center>
But first... a few comments.How right you are! Hmm... Maxie boy better watch out, huh!Milla wrote:I noticed something, Max really like dangerous life.
Okay, for all of you reading this, you'll see that I have included a part about the hit television show The OC in our latest installment. Now, while I freely admit to having a major addiction to this show, my reasons for including it are purely Roswellian-related.
This Wednesday night, March 24, our very beloved Colin Hanks is guest-starring on the show! So you people should tune in to Fox Network and catch our goofy boy as he makes his appearance back in TV land. Whoohoo!
Now for the new part, thanks to all who gave feedback! I love you all.
<center>Chapter Seventeen</center>
My butt lands hard on the bathroom counter as Max’s lips eat away hungrily at mine. I open my legs wider and wrap them around his hips as he shifts closer.
He runs a hand roughly down the front of my uniform and the silver buttons pop open.
I gasp in equal parts shock and lust, the center of my body tingling and growing wetter in anticipation. “How long have you been practicing that one?” I ask breathlessly.
“Every night in my dreams for the past three years.” He lowers his head to suck at the tender flesh of my collarbone. “You look good in a uniform, Miss Parker.”
I draw my lower lip between my teeth as he fumbles with my bra, finally shoving the cups over my breasts. His fingers pinch at my straining nipples and I swallow a moan.
“I absolutely adore your choice of underwear, Liz,” he breathes, his free hand running down my side to the elastic of my lace panties. His fingers tease my soft curls and the slick flesh beneath.
His lips surround an aching peak as he continues his sensual assault below. My back arches and I feel him throbbing against my thigh.
“Inside me,” I manage to gasp out, as he probes my core. “Max!”
“Right,” he agrees hoarsely.
My hands work his zipper as I lift my hips and he slides the scant lace down my legs. My panties dangle from one snowy white sneaker, and Max’s jeans fall to the ground.
“Thank God I’m on the pill,” I sigh as he enters me, wrapping my arms tightly around him as I lean back against the bathroom mirror.
“Amen,” he answers in a strangled tone.
He pulls out, then thrusts again. The movement is hindered slightly by the cramped conditions. He growls with frustration and shoves my legs further apart.
“More,” I command, neck arched in abandon as I relish the sensation of his thick penetration.
“Working on it,” he groans, driving deeper. His body shudders and his skin grows damp from exertion as we grind against one another.
The only sounds heard for the next few minutes are soft grunts and groans and the occasional mists of a commercial air freshener.
I can feel myself tightening in a coming climax, and grip his cock with my muscles. “Hurry, Max…”
“So close…” he whispers harshly, the tendons in his neck throbbing as he continues thrusting. His teeth are bared in a grimace of pleasure as he goes still, then trembles as his orgasm washes over him.
My own erupts, and we cling to each other as the bottom falls out of our world.
I recover first, running my hand down his sweat-slick back in a comforting caress. His head lays against my breast, and he breathes heavily as he blows a lock of hair from his eyes.
“It keeps getting better,” he whispers in an amazed voice. “I just don’t understand.”
I look down as he meets my eyes. Realization hits us both.
“Max, we’re so bad,” I snicker as the muted sounds of the CrashDown reach us through the walls.
He laughs too, tightening his grip on my middle as his nose nuzzles my breast. “More like insane. God, Michael isn’t thirty feet away. What was I thinking?”
He looks so ashamed that I crack a joke. “Not with the right head, that’s for sure.”
He mock growls and pinches my bottom. Straightening, he looks me over then colors. “Oh God.”
I turn to the mirror and see what has captured his attention. My hair falls from its ponytail in sweaty clumps and my cheeks glow with passion. My eyes have the glazed look of someone well-pleasured.
“It’s all right,” I say determinedly. “I’m due for a break anyway. I’ll just have Maria cover for me while I clean up.”
Max looks uncertain, but nods anyway. He leans against the wall, watching as I take my hair down to rearrange it. “So, what are your plans for the day?”
I run my fingers through my hair. “Well, after I get off Alex is coming by the house to hang out. It’s our standing date night.”
Max snorts. “In other words, tonight’s The OC.”
“It’s a rerun, but we still like to watch,” I laugh at his pitying expression. “You should check it out sometime, it’s addicting.”
“I have enough drama in my own life, I don’t need to watch fictional characters go through their travesties.”
I turn and run a hand up his chest, watching as his eyes turn amused. “Max Evans, I am going to make you eat those words. Just you wait and see.”
“Yeah. Right.”
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“Liz! Have you seen my I Spent A Night In Paris Hilton shirt ?”
I look out my bedroom door and see Michael standing in the hall in his boxers, hands on his hips as he stares at me. “Did you try your closet?”
He doesn’t catch my sarcasm. “Liz…” he whines, tapping a foot against the floor. “I need that shirt! I’m gonna be late for work.”
“And this is my problem because…” I trail off, rolling my eyes and slamming the door. I flop back on the bed and continue painting my toes, eyeing the daily news report on TV distractedly.
Minutes later, Michael comes in. “Can’t you ever knock?” I snap, slapping the bottle of polish down on the nightstand as I fold my arms.
He brushes off my righteous indignation. “Can I borrow five bucks for some dinner?”
He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a light blue-cotton shirt with the words Honk If You’re A Honky emblazoned in yellow across the front.
I’m momentarily stunned speechless. Then, “Michael, where do you get those shirts?”
“T-Shirt Hell,” he says off-handedly. I resist the urge to groan. Then he catches sight of himself in the mirror. “Hey, I look sexy!”
He begins primping, running his fingers through his gelled hair, making it stand even more on end. I throw a pillow at him.
“There’s money on my nightstand. Get out!”
He smirks at my disgruntled tone. “Thanks Lizzie. See ya later.” He walks out whistling, then yells over his shoulder. “Alex is here!”
I hop to my feet, walking awkwardly to the door so as not to disturb my setting nail polish. “In here, Al!”
Alex walks in, a look of bewilderment on his face. “Where does he get those shirts?”
I smirk. “Don’t ask.” I walk back over to the bed, Alex following as we make ourselves comfortable on the queen-size mattress.
“Do you think they’ll show Summer naked tonight?” he asks, plumping a pillow behind his head as he crosses his ankles.
“Alex, it’s Fox.”
He sighs mournfully. “Yeah, I know.”
All talking dies away as the opening notes of Phantom Planet’s California takes us away to Orange County…
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Afterwards, we sit on my floor and eat from steaming cartons of chinese takeout. I poke a fork through my chicken fried rice and turn to look at Alex, who’s shoveling sweet and sour pork in his mouth.
“So… Isabel,” I say casually, and withhold a giggle when Alex freezes, a dribble of sweet and sour sauce running down his chin.
“Isabel?” he asks in a high voice, his mouth full. He swallows and clears his throat. “Isabel?” he repeats in a much more blasé tone. “What about her?”
I lay on my side, smiling coyly. “You tell me.”
His brows furrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answers, taking a studied sip of his orange soda. “And why are you looking at me like a mouse eyes a piece of cheese?”
“Why haven’t you asked that girl out yet?” I slap my hand on the floor impatiently. “Could it possibly be any more obvious that you two like each other? I mean, I practically hear violin strings whenever you’re in the room together.”
He colors. “It’s… it’s complicated, all right?” Then he scowls. “I don’t want to be like her other guys. They all end up following her around and begging for whatever scraps Princess Isabel decides to toss them. Well, not I.”
I raise a brow at his heated tone, even as I applaud his reasoning. “How do you know it will be that way with you, though?”
He sighs. “Why wouldn’t it be? You know Iz – she’s a control-freak. She’s way too high-maintenance for a goofy guy like me.”
Isabel does have a tendency to take over, whether it’s relationships or just a class project. But in this case, I think Alex’s laid-back easiness would do wonders for her. “I think you should give it a try.”
“Girlfriends!”
We look over as Maria bursts in with all her bubbly presence, the door slamming against the wall from her entrance.
“Chinese?” she wails dramatically. “Is there any lemon chicken left?” She marches over and starts digging through the discarded takeout cartons.
“There’s some egg rolls in the bottom,” Alex offers, receiving a smile from Maria.
“You guys are saints,” she exclaims, biting delicately into one of the deep-fried rolls. “I missed dinner while I was waiting to take Kyle to work. One of these days he has to get that car fixed, I swear to God.”
I let out a burp, completely relaxed in my friend’s company. Alex nods approvingly.
“Nice one, Parker.”
“You taught me all, Alex,” I pat his shoulder as he beams back.
Maria makes herself at home in one of my inflatable chairs. This one is shaped like Patrick Starr, one of the characters from my favorite cartoon in the world – SpongeBob Squarepants.
“So… what were we talking about?” she raises her brows, looking from Alex to me.
“Nothing,” he says quickly, but I grin.
“Isabel.”
Maria’s brows lift higher as a naughty smile tilts her own lips. She ignores Alex’s groan and leans forward. “Oh, really?”
“I was telling Alex that I think he should ask her out,” I state firmly. “What do you think, Mar?”
“Her opinion doesn’t count, she’s dating Michael,” Alex snickers.
Maria tosses a pillow at him. “I’ll forget you said that. In all honesty, I think you better make a move before you get too old and your ding-dong shrivels up.”
My jaw drops and Alex lets out a very feminine gasp, unconsciously closing his legs.
“Maria!”
“What?” she blinks innocently. “It’s true! You move so damn slow, Alex. You’ve liked Isabel ever since she dumped that bucket of sand on you and Kyle in the third grade, when are you gonna grow a pair and admit it?”
He colors while I start to crack up.
“I forgot about that!” I laugh, shaking my head. “Remember how Kyle starting crying about the sand chaffing his butt?”
“You two are crazy!” Alex says, obviously still in denial. “I didn’t like Isabel then! It was when she got the part of Mary in the Christmas play-” he trails off.
“A ha!” Maria pounces on his statement. “So you admit it!” She blows on her nails and buffs them against her shirt. “I am a master.”
I nod admiringly. “I’m amazed, it only took you two minutes.”
Alex throws his hands in the air. “That’s it, I’m leaving.”
“Why don’t you call Iz,” Maria snickers. “I heard she’s feeling lonely tonight.”
He stops on his way to the door, then starts walking faster.
“You think he’ll call her?” I ask as the front door closes downstairs.
Maria sighs. “Probably not. We should work on Isabel, that girl has balls.”
I stare at her. “That’s such a gross mental image, thank you very much.”
The phone rings, keeping Maria from making a comeback. She leans over and picks it up.
“Liz Parker’s boudoir, how may I service you?” Then, “Nick, you sexy thing! Why did you leave without saying goodbye to me? My entire day was ruined, I’ll have you know.”
I roll my eyes at her flirting. Maria may be in love with Michael, but she’s always flirted outrageously with Nick. To his credit, he treats her like a little sister, but it irks Michael to no end.
“Okay, I’ll forgive you this time, but only because your butt looks so good in tight jeans. Liz? She’s here, one second. Good night, my little sweet ass!”
She tosses me the phone and I hear Nick’s amused laughter. “Hey you,” I flop down on my stomach while Maria begins flipping through a fashion magazine. “What’s up?”
“I’m bored,” he answers. “Are you two having a private panty party? Why wasn’t I invited?”
I snort. “In your dreams, Gannon. You couldn’t handle the two of us in our skivvies.”
“After that little display at the Crash earlier, I don’t doubt you.”
I color and shift restlessly. “Oh, you uh… you knew about that?” I ask hesitantly, glancing at Maria. She continues humming a pop song, completely oblivious.
Nick laughs. “I saw Max walk out with a huge boner. What’d you do to the poor guy, Parker?”
“Shut up,” I mumble. Then to turn the tables I ask, “Did you and Tess enjoy your lunch?”
“I knew you set that up!” he sounds slightly outraged. “She looked at me like I was an idiot when I put that ketchup bottle down.”
“Hey, it got you in the door, didn’t it?”
“I can find my own dates,” he grumbles, then sighs. “But… thanks. I owe you one.”
“How did it go?”
He laughs. “You’re so damn nosy. What if I told you we decided we hated each other? That she’s a complete brainless bimbo?”
I feel a surge of indignation. “She is not!”
“Those were your exact words, not even two days ago,” he reminds me.
I open my mouth, then close it in a pout. “Well… I changed my mind. I think she’s nice.”
“I agree.”
His matter-of-fact tone registers.
“Nick! You were messing with me, huh?”
“You deserved it, Miss Why-Don’t-You-Take-This-To-Table-Seven,” he mimics me.
“You just said you owed me for that,” I point out smugly.
“And so I do. We have a date next weekend.”
I gasp again, this time in happiness. “Really? That’s great, Nick!”
He laughs. “It is, huh? Damn, Liz, I really like this one.”
I smile. “I’m happy for you, Nick.”
“Thanks. Listen, you two want to come over and hang out? Serena went grocery shopping before work, so the place is nice and stocked.”
“You know Maria too well. Let me ask,” I lean over and get Maria’s attention. “Wanna go to Nick’s? He’s bored.”
Maria clucks. “Poor baby, needs some female attention, huh? Let’s go make him feel better.”
“We’ll be there in twenty,” I say to Nick.
“Great. I’ll be here with bells on.”
“Later.”
We hang up, and Maria holds up the magazine. It has a picture of a nearly naked woman lying across the hood of a souped up sports car.
“Liz, I didn’t know you’d started reading Hot Rod,” she raises a brow.
I scowl. “Michael’s been in my room again.” I utter the words in a low oath. “He must die.”
Maria throws the magazine down, standing up. “Probably looking for his clothes.”
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Nope! Check the AU board, RB is back in bidnas!Becca1974 wrote:I was wondering if you gave up on your story Risque Business? Cause I loved that story and I hoping you could repost it..
LOL, yes that is a real shirt. Actually, my best friend has one. And he got it from T-Shirt Hell, online. They have lots of good laughs there.sunrise102 wrote:Bathroom scene = HOT!!
Can I just say how much I love Maria in this story! She's hilarious!!LOL.
And this cracked me up:“Liz! Have you seen my I Spent A Night In Paris Hilton shirt ?”
Do those shirts really exist?lol
Oh, honey... I love Seth! HAHA he rocks my world. Adam Brody is by far the sexiest geek alive.LttleMrmade wrote:I must admit that I am also a HUGE O.C. fan. I got hooked on the first episode and have watched it ever since. Although Ryan is cute, it's Seth that really makes the show! So much drama in one hour.
So glad you all liked Maria and Alex in the last part! I've always loved the friendship between those three, therefore I'm overjoyed you all like my version of it!
Hope you all like the new chapter, and let me know what you think! Ciao!
<center>Chapter Eighteen</center>
“What do you wanna do?”
“I dunno, what do you wanna do?”
“I dunno, what do you-“
I slap a hand over Nick’s mouth before he can finish. He grins and shrugs his shoulders in apology.
“This is seriously pathetic,” I mumble. “We’re three gorgeous, of-age people and we can’t find anything better to do than sit around on a weekend night?”
“Some of us are more gorgeous than others,” Nick sighs in commiseration. He manages to duck my slap, and lays his head on Maria’s lap. “Come on, ladies. I invited you for fun and good times. So either strip down and start Jell-O wrestling, or else let’s play some PS2.”
“Those are our options?” Maria grins. “I choose the Jell-O.”
“Me too,” Nick wiggles his brows.
“Guys!” I clap my hands, “this is serious!”
They both feign solemnity.
“Let’s go to the bar and watch Michael- I mean, hang out,” Maria corrects sheepishly.
Nick stiffens at mention of the bar, and he sits up to run a hand through his hair. One eye on him, I turn to Maria.
“Why don’t you go call the guys and see if they have a break coming up?” I suggest and she squeals and heads for the kitchen.
Once she’s safely on the phone with Michael, I yank Nick into the hall closet. He snickers in the darkness.
“Why Liz, I had no idea of your feelings. Be gentle with me.” A loud umph. Then, “Ouch!”
I smirk. “Oops.”
“That wasn’t necessary,” he mumbles, and I picture him rubbing his shin while silently cursing my good aim.
I take his arm and we settle on the floor. “So, how are you doing? We haven’t had a chance to talk alone since…”
“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I’m… okay? God, it’s weird right now. I mean, I’m not okay, but it hasn’t really sunk in, you know?”
I take his hand. “I know.” I squeeze for emphasis.
“Joe’s pissed at me, I can tell. Serena, she’s too sweet to be pissed, but I think I hurt her feelings. I’m such a jack-ass sometimes.”
“Oh, shut up! You just found out your dad died, for Christ’s sake! I think you’d be entitled to a little fuck-up,” I state loyally. “Joe’s just sulking anyway. Give him a few days, things will get back to normal.”
Nick snorts. “Or he’ll just fire me and get it over with.”
“Joe isn’t going to fire you just because you didn’t tell him about your dad,” I point out logically. “He probably just wanted you to have the night off, like he said.”
I can hear him squirming in the darkness, and I know he’s feeling uncomfortable discussing this in a closet. So I’m not surprised when he changes the subject.
“Hey! Here’s my Cock’s shirt!”
On the other hand…
“What?!” I shout, shifting away, half-expecting to hear a zipper being released. A cock shirt?
He snickers and I detect the smirk in his voice. “The University of South Carolina… the Gamecocks? Jeez, Liz, get your mind out of the gutter.”
Before I can give him a scathing retort, the door is pulled open and we both freeze as Maria stares down at us with a raised brow.
Nick doesn’t miss a beat. He pats the area next to him. “We didn’t start without you, babe,” he purrs and I reach over and smack him. “Ouch! Dammit, Liz…”
“Shut up, Nick.”
Maria just laughs. “Michael and the guys are expecting us in twenty minutes. What to do say we blow this joint?”
“What’s wrong with this joint, I’d like to know,” Nick grumbles. But he follows us to the car. “I just want it on the record. I was against this little outing. We could be back at my place, playing John Madden. Or NHL.”
Maria and I exchange a glance and roll our eyes.
“Or I could drag out the Twister mat and we could really get a party going,” his brows wiggle laviciously. “Whaddya say, ladies? Feel like spinning the wheel?”
“Shut up, Nick.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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Our entrance to Heaven’s Door is slowed by Nick stopping and glaring at Russ, the new bouncer who I assume Joe called to replace Nick for the evening.
Russ, to his credit, doesn’t back down from Nick’s two-hundred pounds of muscles and intimidation, but simply hands us our bracelets and ushers us inside. But he doesn’t quite look Nick in the eye.
Once inside, Nick goes rigid and stops as Maria bounds over to the bar where Michael and Max are mixing drinks.
Since his arm is currently slung across my shoulders, I’m forced to stop as well. I turn to look up at him, and see his jaw ticcing. My gaze travels to where I see Serena across the room, in what appears to be a deep conversation with a table of college-aged males.
She smiles, flushes prettily as one of the guys reaches out and flicks her nose. She speaks, and the table laughs. Then she turns to leave and they all practically fall out their chairs to catch a glimpse of her short-skirted behind.
My gaze goes a little further and I see Kyle watching the exchange as well, his face red and jaw clenched. While I watch in fascination, he storms over to where Serena is making a drink order, and grabs her arm.
She looks up in surprise and smiles as she realizes its Kyle. The smile fades, however, as he begins talking. She frowns and yanks her arm out out of his grasp. She says something that Kyle obviously doesn’t like, then tosses her head and walks away.
Although he appears to be frothing with irritation, I notice that Kyle’s eyes also follow the swish of her hem.
Nick laughs and releases me. “I better go make sure Valenti doesn’t go murder my cousin,” he teases, and pats my shoulder.
I shake my head as I suddenly find myself alone in the large room of people. Maria and Michael have disappeared, no doubt saying hello. Max is busy with the bar, although he sends me a quick smile and a wink before turning his attention back to the demanding clientele.
Nick and Kyle are talking over by the DJ booth, Kyle’s arms crossed tight across his muscular chest as he glares daggers in Serena’s direction. She appears oblivious as she makes her rounds, but I notice the way her eyes flick occasionally in the guys’ direction.
Then I notice Isabel.
She’s sitting all alone at a table in the back, head propped on a fist as she stirs a glass of orange soda.
Orange soda?
I walk over and she looks up at me, surprise then pleasure coloring her features. “Hey, Liz.”
I sit across from her and pluck a handful of the complimentary nuts from the bowl in the center of the table. “Guy trouble?” I ask blandly, eyeing her when she lets out a heartfelt sigh as a couple dance past.
“What makes you say that?” she immediately perks up. I know I’ve hit a sore spot. Isabel Evans doesn’t have guy trouble. I know that’s what is going through her mind. But I also recognize the look in her eye.
I cock my head towards her drink. “Orange soda on the rocks. Comfort food. Alex always drinks a Sun-Kist when he’s feeling rejected.”
She looks down at her hands, making a poor attempt at nonchalance. “Oh? Does he… drink them often?”
Oh, Isabel… so obvious, honey.
I make a non-committed sound, and turn my head to keep from laughing as an impatient look on crosses her face as I pretend to watch Alex’s band performing on stage.
A minute passes by before she finally growls in a very non-Isabel way, “Okay, give it up Parker. Has he said anything about me?” Although she sounds goaded and annoyed, there’s an underlying hint of vulnerability as well.
I turn to her with a bright smile. “As a matter of fact… we were talking about you tonight.”
Her face turns red. “What did he say?” she blurts out, then looks horrified. “Oh, God… I’m so pathetic, aren’t I? Pining after Alex Whitman for God’s sake. What is wrong with me?”
“You’re hooked,” I say sympathetically. “It happens to the best of us, Iz. Best you get used to the idea before you and Alex get together.”
“Yeah, like that will happen. He isn’t even interested in me!” she sounds confused and put-upon by that revelation. I’m sure disinterest isn’t something Queen Isabel is used to.
Once again, I silently applaud Alex for his tactic. “That’s what he wants you to think. Listen, Isabel, Alex isn’t going to put himself out like that to be rejected unless he knows it’s a safe bet.”
She frowns. “Does he like me or not?”
I groan. “Isabel, you aren’t that blind. Come on.”
She slams a hand down and scowls. “Then what is the problem? I’ve hinted a hundred-times that I’d like to hang out with him! After school, after work… whenever he has a chance! But he’s always playing in his band, or going out with Kyle… or… or…who knows… jerking off in his bathroom! God!”
“Uh…”
But she’s on a roll now. “What does he want? For me to come out and ask him out? Do you have any idea how lowering that is? I mean, me ask someone out? I’ve never asked a guy out in my life!”
“Maybe that’s the point,” I break in. “Maybe he wants for you to do something to prove that you really like him.”
“He knows I like him,” she mutters. “It’s embarrassingly obvious.”
Two guys from school walk by and see us. They say hi to me then feast their eyes on Iz.
“Hey, Isabel.”
“Hey, Iz. What’s going on?”
Their tones are flirtatious and typical of the type of reaction Isabel usually receives. I just roll my eyes, when the sound of a bass blares off-key from the stage.
We all look up to see Alex scowling in our direction, a slight flush on his features as he watches Isabel’s reaction to the playful overtures.
“Did Whitless forget to tune his guitar?” one of the guys snickers and my eyes narrow.
Before I can defend Alex or his guitar skills, Isabel breaks in.
“It’s Whitman and it’s not a guitar, it’s a bass you idiot,” she snaps, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her eye.
The guys looks surprised and quickly make their way elsewhere thanks to Isabel’s sour expression.
I just laugh. “That isn’t going to get you Homecoming Queen, Iz,” I tease, then trail off as she stands, fire in her eyes.
“I’ve had it. This is ridiculous and I’ve had it.”
With those final words, she stalks over to where the band is taking a bow. She taps her foot angrily as Alex unplugs and jumps down off the stage. He opens his mouth to say something to her, but Isabel yanks his lapels and pulls his mouth to hers.
My mouth drops open when she practically throws him against the wall, still kissing him for all she’s worth.
“Way to go, Alex!” one of the band members laugh, and the two break apart, gasping for breath.
Alex just stares at her, his expression agape and his mouth glistening from their kiss. “Isabel…” he rasps, unable to finish a sentence. He probably has the chant humina, humina, humina going through his mind.
She scowls and pokes her finger in his chest. “You just think about that, Alexander Whitman.”
With those snarling words, she turns on her heel. After grabbing her purse, she stalks out of the bar.
Alex finally breaks out of his trance and looks at me. I just shrug my shoulders. He shakes his head, still in shock, and turns to walk straight into the wall.
Being the good friend I am, I hide my snicker behind my hand.
“What was that all about?” Maria asks, having caught the tail end of the Isabel/Alex performance. “Did I just see Isabel plant one on Alex?”
“That’s one way of putting it,” I drawl mildly.
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Okay guys. We've come to the end at last. I know, I know... shocked gasps all around, right? Maybe even a moan of despair if I'm lucky? LOL! But yes, this story has reached its end. There is still an epilogue to follow, which I'll be posting tomorrow, so don't drag the hankies out just yet.
I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every person who left me feedback on this story, starting nearly a year ago. To everyone who read but didn't leave feedback, I hope you enjoyed the story!
Thanks to everyone who voted this story for Best Fluff Fic - I was pleasantly shocked and humbled.This fic has become very special to me, and so have the characters involved. It saddens me to no end to see it finished, but at the same time it leaves me with a smile on my face... because I know it's time. I hope you all leave this with a smile as well.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
<center>Chapter Nineteen</center>
You may have thought nothing could top Isabel’s dramatic exit, but you’d be wrong.
After Alex managed to pull himself together enough to pack up and leave, Joe walked in.
When he caught sight of Nick and Kyle talking together, his brows drew together and he stalked over with a dark frown.
Of course, Maria and I immediately made ourselves available to overhear everything. Holding each other’s arms, we snuck behind the wall and eavesdropped.
“I thought I told you not to come in tonight?”
I raise a brow at Joe’s growl. Whoa. Someone’s still not happy.
“I’m here as a customer,” is Nick’s defiant response. “What, am I banned now?”
Joe runs a hand through his hair, and yanks Nick away from a confused Kyle. After walking them both a few feet away, he lets loose. “I gave you the night off because of everything that’s happened!”
Nick stiffens. “So I’m supposed to sit at home and mope and drink myself into a stupor? Because you know that’s what would happen, J. And I can’t stand that.”
“No! For chrissake, Nick, just… take it easy. Call some friends and just… hang out.”
Nick shoots a pointed gaze in Maria and my direction. We bite our lips sheepishly, knowing we’re caught. “That’s what I thought I was doing.”
Wow, I’ve never heard him use that cold tone on Joe. Joe looks taken aback as well, and he reaches out a hand to touch Nick’s shoulder.
Nick shifts away, a blank expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t want me here,” he says stiffly, “I’ll leave.”
With that, he turns and walks out, avoiding everyone who stops to talk to him.
I look back at Joe, and my heart breaks for the frustrated expression on his handsome face. He curses, then turns and stalks into his office.
Kyle wanders over to join us. “What the hell is going on? First Isabel… then Nick? And what the hell is wrong with Joe?”
Maria looks confused as well, and I remember she still has no idea about Nick’s dad. “He and Nick had an argument. Do you know what that was about, Liz?”
Two pairs of questioning eyes focus on me. Damn. “Um… I uh…”
“Hey guys.”
“Max!” I cry, thankful for the interruption. I just don’t feel like it’s my place to spread Nick’s business around, even if it is only Kyle and Maria. “What’s going on?”
His eyes catch my pleading look, and he steps in smoothly. “You guys want a drink? I’m taking a break and Mike’s got the bar.”
“Great idea!” I nod my head. “Come on, guys.”
Kyle shrugs, looking back over at Serena. “Why is she wearing that?” he mutters.
Maria raises a brow. “Kyle, all the waitresses are dressed like that.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t have to like it so much,” he responds, gritting his teeth as Serena continues to be approached by the male clientele.
Max, Maria and I share a knowing smile.
“Come on, Kyle. Drown your sorrows with a beer,” Max slings a friendly arm around Kyle’s shoulders.
Kyle perks up. “Really? A beer?”
“Sure. A root beer.”
Kyle groans, but follows us to the bar.
Michael looks up and makes a face when he sees me. “You know I don’t like you coming here,” he points out, effortlessly filling three drink orders at once.
I stare back at his challenging gaze. “I’m sorry, I must have missed the memo where it said you were in charge of what I do,” I answer calmly, swinging onto a bar stool.
His lips turn downwards. “This is no place for you to be, Lizzie. It gets crazy here sometimes, and I don’t want something to happen to you.”
I’m starting to get annoyed. “Listen, Michael-“
Then I feel Max’s hand squeezing my shoulder. “Come on buddy, she’s fine. We’re all here with her.”
I want to shake away from his touch and demand that I be treated like a damn adult, but I know he’s only trying to diffuse the situation. I stew in silence.
Michael raises a brow as Max’s hand remains on my shoulder. “Well, whatever, Max. As long as you keep an eye on her. I’m not letting any of these horndogs around my baby sister.”
That’s it. “I’m not a baby, you freaking idiot!”
Everyone around us looks over at my loud exclamation, and I would normally be embarrassed at the attention. But right now, my cheeks are flushed for a completely different reason.
How dare he treat me like a little kid? And in front of Max, no less.
“Liz, calm down,” Maria bites her lip nervously. She knows that I rarely lose my temper, but when I do, it’s always bad. “He didn’t mean anything…”
“Oh yes, he did,” I retort hotly, glaring at my brother. “He meant that I’m too pure, too innocent to sit at a bar with all of you around. That God forbid, a man actually talk to me, because I might succomb to his seductive wiles because I’m sooo naïve!”
Michael’s eyes are glittering as well. It’s that infamous Parker temper heating up. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
I cock a brow sardonically. “Oh, really? Well then, Michael, explain it to me!”
“Liz…”
“Stay out of this!” we both hiss at Max.
Kyle whistles, but neither of us notice.
“You’re eighteen goddamn years old!” Michael shouts, slamming a glass of beer down on the bar. The harried customer grabs the drink and hurries off. “You’re too young to be hanging around with the older men who come in this place!”
“Oh, but Maria is old enough, right?” I spit back. “In case you haven’t realized, she’s one year older than me! So is Kyle, but I don’t hear you reading him the riot act!”
“Maria’s my girlfriend,” he answers, although he doesn’t meet my eyes. He knows he’s wrong, but he’ll never back down. “And Kyle is a guy, he can take care of himself.”
Kyle’s long whistle turns into a groan.
I don’t even hear Max telling Michael to stop, my ears are ringing and a haze of dark red anger has fallen over my vision. “Oh really?”
“Liz, listen…” Michael begins, but I cut him off.
“For your information, I’m not even a virgin!”
That does it.
Maria gasps, Max curses and Kyle turns to stare at me. Michael’s eyes practically bug out of his head.
“What?!”
He then turns to Kyle with a threatening expression. “Valenti, start talking!” he bellows.
Kyle steps back and holds his hands up. “Wasn’t me, dude.”
“Oh, shut up!” I yell, too angry to care that we’re drawing all sorts of interested attention our way. Out of the corner of my eye I see Joe walking towards the circle of people surrounding us. “It wasn’t Kyle, it was Sean. Not that it’s any of your damn business.”
“Sean! Where is that little fucker!” Michael growls, looking ready to do someone serious damage. “Liz, how could you do that with Sean? How could you do that at all?!”
“Like you and Maria haven’t been boinking each others brains out since last year?” I snap.
“Liz!” Maria gasps, and Max and Kyle turn to give her speculating expressions.
Michael turns beet red. “That’s not the issue! The issue is that you’ve been going behind my back and doing God knows what!”
“Okay, guys, seriously… this is getting out of control.”
Max. Always the peacekeeper. I shrug off his restraining hand, and lean forward, coming nose to nose with my brother.
“All right, you want to know everything I’ve been doing?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously, and I hear Max begin to say my name with worry. “Is there something else I should know?”
I spin around, grab Max’s shoulders and pull an Isabel, planting a kiss passionate with anger and frustration against his lips.
He’s too shocked to do anything but freeze, then his hands come up to cradle my face as he tries to gentle the kiss. “Liz…”
“You son of a bitch!”
Glasses crash to the floor, then we’re violently ripped apart. Michael throws a fist into Max’s jaw, and Max staggers back.
“Michael!” Maria shrieks, and I wrap my arms around Max’s stomach as he tests his jaw.
Michael is red-faced and panting. “You bastard! I trusted you with her! How could you do this to me?”
I open my mouth to respond and put my brother in his place, but Max stops me.
“This is between Michael and me,” he says in a low voice, catching my gaze, his expression grim.
My anger dies away and I place a hand to my mouth. “Oh God, Max… I’m so sorry…”
He manages a small smile, which shows me he isn’t upset with me. “It’s all right, baby. He was going to find out eventually.”
I nod, but my eyes are filling with tears. In my anger, I’ve done something incredibly stupid.
I hadn’t wanted Michael to find out this way. But what’s done is done.
“Stay away from her!” Michael shouts, attempting to punch Max again, but Joe and Kyle grab him.
“Everybody out!” Joe yells over his shoulder, his expression dark. “We’re closing early!”
People look reluctant to move, but grumble and start making their way out the club.
“Somebody better start talking, and tell me why the hell it’s turned into a sideshow in here,” Joe growls.
Michael points a shaky finger in Max’s direction. “That bastard has been screwing my sister! My own best friend!”
Everyone gasps and turns to stare at Max and I. Max has a dark frown on his face. Now he’s pissed.
“Don’t you ever let me hear you talk that way about her again,” he says in a serious tone. “I don’t care how good of friends we are, I’ll take you down.”
“You’ll… we aren’t friends!” Michael sputters. “A friend wouldn’t fool around with another friend’s sister behind his damn back!”
Joe sighs and shakes his head. “Good Christ, this is not what I need right now.”
“I am your friend, Mike,” Max answers in a pained voice. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Michael looks devestated. “How could you do this, Max? You know how I feel about her.”
Me? My gaze shifts to my brother, and I’m shocked to see tears gathering in his slate-gray eyes.
“I know how much you love her,” Max answers, taking a cautious step forward. “I know you feel the need to protect her. But Michael… don’t you know I feel the same way?”
Maria lets out a little sniff, and I turn to see her wiping at her eyes. Serena, who had walked up during the first punch, also seems a little watery.
Kyle and Joe simply exchange a glance before turning to the weeping females. Joe hugs Maria and Kyle places a hesitant arm around Serena.
In the meantime, Michael is staring at Max. “You… you love her?”
Max glances at me. “I love her with all my heart, Michael. I’ve loved her for years.”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“This is so beautiful!” Maria cries, and Joe makes a soothing sound as he rubs her back, looking slightly bemused at the entire situation.
“And do you love him, Lizzie?” Michael turns to me. For once, the nickname doesn’t sound mocking. He looks defeated and confused.
I turn to where Max is staring at me, a shade of doubt in his golden eyes. “I… yes. I love him,” I whisper, and his eyes turn dark with some emotion as he gazes at me.
“You do?” he asks, and suddenly it’s just the two of us in that room.
“I’ve told you before. Why don’t you believe me?” I ask tenderly, reaching out to stroke his jaw.
His eyes close slightly, then his lids lift. “Because… it’s like a dream come true. I can’t believe it.”
I pull him closer. “Well, believe it. I love you, Max.”
Our lips meet, and I hear clapping behind us. This is ridiculous. I turn around and growl, “Do you guys mind?”
Michael steps up, looking sheepish. “Wow… I guess… I don’t really know what to think about this,” he admits, and I feel Max stiffen next to me. Then he adds with a sigh, “But… if you’re really in love with her and she loves you back…”
“Michael?” That’s Maria, coming to take her boyfriend’s hand in her own. She gives him a stern look and he nods.
“Then it’s all right by me,” he finishes, turning to encompass both Max and I in his gaze. “But if you hurt her, Maxwell, I don’t care how good of friends we are either. I’ll take you down.”
Max doesn’t get upset by this declaration, he simply nods and the two men exchange a telling look.
Michael then turns to me. “Liz… I’m sorry for what I said to you. I just… I worry about you, you know?”
His tone is endearingly cautious. I step away from Max to meet my brother in the center of Heaven’s Door.
“I’m not so little anymore, Michael.” He needs to understand this, to learn to accept it. “You can’t treat me like Little Lizzie.”
He hangs his head, running a hand through his hair. “I know… I know I can’t.”
“You have to let me make my own decisions, and live with the consequences. You have to stop worrying about me so much,” I continue, not unkindly.
His head lifts. “Don’t ask me that, you know I can’t stop worrying about you.”
“Michael-“
He holds up a hand. “No, Liz. No matter how old you are, I am your big brother. I’m always going to worry about you.”
As I stare into his eyes, I can see that he doesn’t mean it in an over-protective way. Just that he loves me, and wants what is best for me. “Okay. Okay, Michael.”
“Lizzie bear,” he says affectionately, and then we’re hugging and everyone is sniffling again, like this is the movie-of-the-week on Lifetime.
I meet Max’s eyes over my brother’s shoulder, and he smiles at me, love shining in his eyes.
Michael and I break apart, and Max approaches us. He and Michael exchange a long look, then shake hands.
“Take care of her, Maxwell, or you answer to me.”
Max laughs at his threatening tone, and pulls Michael into a manly hug. They slap each other’s backs then step away.
“Guys… can I have a hug, too?” Kyle sniffs, and that breaks the tension as we all start laughing.
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Later on, I lay underneath Max in his bed as he trails kisses down my neck.
“Are you mad at the way things turned out?” I ask hesitantly, wrapping my legs around his calves.
He stills, then pulls back to look me in the eye. He brushes back a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes. “How could I be mad? I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Plus, we don’t have to hide from Michael anymore.”
I glance up at him from under lowered lids. “Yeah but… the way it all came out. I didn’t mean for it to happen that way, Max.”
He chuckles and nuzzles my neck with his nose. “Baby… I don’t care if you want to take an ad out in the paper. I love everyone knowing you’re mine. If you remember, it was your idea to keep it from Mike.”
I glare at him. “Oh, yeah! Throw that in my face!”
He laughs again. “You look so cute when you pout. It makes me so hot.”
My frown turns into a sly smile. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” he growls, capturing my lips.
I gasp as he slides inside me, thrusting deeply to the hilt. My inner walls clasp around him lovingly, and we both groan.
“Liz… I love you so much,” he whispers, cradling my face so that I look him in the eye. “The way I feel for you… this is it for me.”
Tears spike my lashes as I nod. “Me too, Max. I love you so much.”
Then we lose ourselves in each other, limbs tangling and soft gasps renting the air.
As he explodes inside me, I hear him whisper words that make me smile.
“Not so little anymore...”
<center>The End</center>
Author's Note: Watch for the epilogue tomorrow! There are still a few things left unfinished...
Hugs,
Lindsay
But yes, this story has reached its end. There is still an epilogue to follow, which I'll be posting tomorrow, so don't drag the hankies out just yet. I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every person who left me feedback on this story, starting nearly a year ago. To everyone who read but didn't leave feedback, I hope you enjoyed the story!
Thanks to everyone who voted this story for Best Fluff Fic - I was pleasantly shocked and humbled.This fic has become very special to me, and so have the characters involved. It saddens me to no end to see it finished, but at the same time it leaves me with a smile on my face... because I know it's time. I hope you all leave this with a smile as well.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
<center>Chapter Nineteen</center>
You may have thought nothing could top Isabel’s dramatic exit, but you’d be wrong.
After Alex managed to pull himself together enough to pack up and leave, Joe walked in.
When he caught sight of Nick and Kyle talking together, his brows drew together and he stalked over with a dark frown.
Of course, Maria and I immediately made ourselves available to overhear everything. Holding each other’s arms, we snuck behind the wall and eavesdropped.
“I thought I told you not to come in tonight?”
I raise a brow at Joe’s growl. Whoa. Someone’s still not happy.
“I’m here as a customer,” is Nick’s defiant response. “What, am I banned now?”
Joe runs a hand through his hair, and yanks Nick away from a confused Kyle. After walking them both a few feet away, he lets loose. “I gave you the night off because of everything that’s happened!”
Nick stiffens. “So I’m supposed to sit at home and mope and drink myself into a stupor? Because you know that’s what would happen, J. And I can’t stand that.”
“No! For chrissake, Nick, just… take it easy. Call some friends and just… hang out.”
Nick shoots a pointed gaze in Maria and my direction. We bite our lips sheepishly, knowing we’re caught. “That’s what I thought I was doing.”
Wow, I’ve never heard him use that cold tone on Joe. Joe looks taken aback as well, and he reaches out a hand to touch Nick’s shoulder.
Nick shifts away, a blank expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t want me here,” he says stiffly, “I’ll leave.”
With that, he turns and walks out, avoiding everyone who stops to talk to him.
I look back at Joe, and my heart breaks for the frustrated expression on his handsome face. He curses, then turns and stalks into his office.
Kyle wanders over to join us. “What the hell is going on? First Isabel… then Nick? And what the hell is wrong with Joe?”
Maria looks confused as well, and I remember she still has no idea about Nick’s dad. “He and Nick had an argument. Do you know what that was about, Liz?”
Two pairs of questioning eyes focus on me. Damn. “Um… I uh…”
“Hey guys.”
“Max!” I cry, thankful for the interruption. I just don’t feel like it’s my place to spread Nick’s business around, even if it is only Kyle and Maria. “What’s going on?”
His eyes catch my pleading look, and he steps in smoothly. “You guys want a drink? I’m taking a break and Mike’s got the bar.”
“Great idea!” I nod my head. “Come on, guys.”
Kyle shrugs, looking back over at Serena. “Why is she wearing that?” he mutters.
Maria raises a brow. “Kyle, all the waitresses are dressed like that.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t have to like it so much,” he responds, gritting his teeth as Serena continues to be approached by the male clientele.
Max, Maria and I share a knowing smile.
“Come on, Kyle. Drown your sorrows with a beer,” Max slings a friendly arm around Kyle’s shoulders.
Kyle perks up. “Really? A beer?”
“Sure. A root beer.”
Kyle groans, but follows us to the bar.
Michael looks up and makes a face when he sees me. “You know I don’t like you coming here,” he points out, effortlessly filling three drink orders at once.
I stare back at his challenging gaze. “I’m sorry, I must have missed the memo where it said you were in charge of what I do,” I answer calmly, swinging onto a bar stool.
His lips turn downwards. “This is no place for you to be, Lizzie. It gets crazy here sometimes, and I don’t want something to happen to you.”
I’m starting to get annoyed. “Listen, Michael-“
Then I feel Max’s hand squeezing my shoulder. “Come on buddy, she’s fine. We’re all here with her.”
I want to shake away from his touch and demand that I be treated like a damn adult, but I know he’s only trying to diffuse the situation. I stew in silence.
Michael raises a brow as Max’s hand remains on my shoulder. “Well, whatever, Max. As long as you keep an eye on her. I’m not letting any of these horndogs around my baby sister.”
That’s it. “I’m not a baby, you freaking idiot!”
Everyone around us looks over at my loud exclamation, and I would normally be embarrassed at the attention. But right now, my cheeks are flushed for a completely different reason.
How dare he treat me like a little kid? And in front of Max, no less.
“Liz, calm down,” Maria bites her lip nervously. She knows that I rarely lose my temper, but when I do, it’s always bad. “He didn’t mean anything…”
“Oh yes, he did,” I retort hotly, glaring at my brother. “He meant that I’m too pure, too innocent to sit at a bar with all of you around. That God forbid, a man actually talk to me, because I might succomb to his seductive wiles because I’m sooo naïve!”
Michael’s eyes are glittering as well. It’s that infamous Parker temper heating up. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
I cock a brow sardonically. “Oh, really? Well then, Michael, explain it to me!”
“Liz…”
“Stay out of this!” we both hiss at Max.
Kyle whistles, but neither of us notice.
“You’re eighteen goddamn years old!” Michael shouts, slamming a glass of beer down on the bar. The harried customer grabs the drink and hurries off. “You’re too young to be hanging around with the older men who come in this place!”
“Oh, but Maria is old enough, right?” I spit back. “In case you haven’t realized, she’s one year older than me! So is Kyle, but I don’t hear you reading him the riot act!”
“Maria’s my girlfriend,” he answers, although he doesn’t meet my eyes. He knows he’s wrong, but he’ll never back down. “And Kyle is a guy, he can take care of himself.”
Kyle’s long whistle turns into a groan.
I don’t even hear Max telling Michael to stop, my ears are ringing and a haze of dark red anger has fallen over my vision. “Oh really?”
“Liz, listen…” Michael begins, but I cut him off.
“For your information, I’m not even a virgin!”
That does it.
Maria gasps, Max curses and Kyle turns to stare at me. Michael’s eyes practically bug out of his head.
“What?!”
He then turns to Kyle with a threatening expression. “Valenti, start talking!” he bellows.
Kyle steps back and holds his hands up. “Wasn’t me, dude.”
“Oh, shut up!” I yell, too angry to care that we’re drawing all sorts of interested attention our way. Out of the corner of my eye I see Joe walking towards the circle of people surrounding us. “It wasn’t Kyle, it was Sean. Not that it’s any of your damn business.”
“Sean! Where is that little fucker!” Michael growls, looking ready to do someone serious damage. “Liz, how could you do that with Sean? How could you do that at all?!”
“Like you and Maria haven’t been boinking each others brains out since last year?” I snap.
“Liz!” Maria gasps, and Max and Kyle turn to give her speculating expressions.
Michael turns beet red. “That’s not the issue! The issue is that you’ve been going behind my back and doing God knows what!”
“Okay, guys, seriously… this is getting out of control.”
Max. Always the peacekeeper. I shrug off his restraining hand, and lean forward, coming nose to nose with my brother.
“All right, you want to know everything I’ve been doing?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously, and I hear Max begin to say my name with worry. “Is there something else I should know?”
I spin around, grab Max’s shoulders and pull an Isabel, planting a kiss passionate with anger and frustration against his lips.
He’s too shocked to do anything but freeze, then his hands come up to cradle my face as he tries to gentle the kiss. “Liz…”
“You son of a bitch!”
Glasses crash to the floor, then we’re violently ripped apart. Michael throws a fist into Max’s jaw, and Max staggers back.
“Michael!” Maria shrieks, and I wrap my arms around Max’s stomach as he tests his jaw.
Michael is red-faced and panting. “You bastard! I trusted you with her! How could you do this to me?”
I open my mouth to respond and put my brother in his place, but Max stops me.
“This is between Michael and me,” he says in a low voice, catching my gaze, his expression grim.
My anger dies away and I place a hand to my mouth. “Oh God, Max… I’m so sorry…”
He manages a small smile, which shows me he isn’t upset with me. “It’s all right, baby. He was going to find out eventually.”
I nod, but my eyes are filling with tears. In my anger, I’ve done something incredibly stupid.
I hadn’t wanted Michael to find out this way. But what’s done is done.
“Stay away from her!” Michael shouts, attempting to punch Max again, but Joe and Kyle grab him.
“Everybody out!” Joe yells over his shoulder, his expression dark. “We’re closing early!”
People look reluctant to move, but grumble and start making their way out the club.
“Somebody better start talking, and tell me why the hell it’s turned into a sideshow in here,” Joe growls.
Michael points a shaky finger in Max’s direction. “That bastard has been screwing my sister! My own best friend!”
Everyone gasps and turns to stare at Max and I. Max has a dark frown on his face. Now he’s pissed.
“Don’t you ever let me hear you talk that way about her again,” he says in a serious tone. “I don’t care how good of friends we are, I’ll take you down.”
“You’ll… we aren’t friends!” Michael sputters. “A friend wouldn’t fool around with another friend’s sister behind his damn back!”
Joe sighs and shakes his head. “Good Christ, this is not what I need right now.”
“I am your friend, Mike,” Max answers in a pained voice. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Michael looks devestated. “How could you do this, Max? You know how I feel about her.”
Me? My gaze shifts to my brother, and I’m shocked to see tears gathering in his slate-gray eyes.
“I know how much you love her,” Max answers, taking a cautious step forward. “I know you feel the need to protect her. But Michael… don’t you know I feel the same way?”
Maria lets out a little sniff, and I turn to see her wiping at her eyes. Serena, who had walked up during the first punch, also seems a little watery.
Kyle and Joe simply exchange a glance before turning to the weeping females. Joe hugs Maria and Kyle places a hesitant arm around Serena.
In the meantime, Michael is staring at Max. “You… you love her?”
Max glances at me. “I love her with all my heart, Michael. I’ve loved her for years.”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“This is so beautiful!” Maria cries, and Joe makes a soothing sound as he rubs her back, looking slightly bemused at the entire situation.
“And do you love him, Lizzie?” Michael turns to me. For once, the nickname doesn’t sound mocking. He looks defeated and confused.
I turn to where Max is staring at me, a shade of doubt in his golden eyes. “I… yes. I love him,” I whisper, and his eyes turn dark with some emotion as he gazes at me.
“You do?” he asks, and suddenly it’s just the two of us in that room.
“I’ve told you before. Why don’t you believe me?” I ask tenderly, reaching out to stroke his jaw.
His eyes close slightly, then his lids lift. “Because… it’s like a dream come true. I can’t believe it.”
I pull him closer. “Well, believe it. I love you, Max.”
Our lips meet, and I hear clapping behind us. This is ridiculous. I turn around and growl, “Do you guys mind?”
Michael steps up, looking sheepish. “Wow… I guess… I don’t really know what to think about this,” he admits, and I feel Max stiffen next to me. Then he adds with a sigh, “But… if you’re really in love with her and she loves you back…”
“Michael?” That’s Maria, coming to take her boyfriend’s hand in her own. She gives him a stern look and he nods.
“Then it’s all right by me,” he finishes, turning to encompass both Max and I in his gaze. “But if you hurt her, Maxwell, I don’t care how good of friends we are either. I’ll take you down.”
Max doesn’t get upset by this declaration, he simply nods and the two men exchange a telling look.
Michael then turns to me. “Liz… I’m sorry for what I said to you. I just… I worry about you, you know?”
His tone is endearingly cautious. I step away from Max to meet my brother in the center of Heaven’s Door.
“I’m not so little anymore, Michael.” He needs to understand this, to learn to accept it. “You can’t treat me like Little Lizzie.”
He hangs his head, running a hand through his hair. “I know… I know I can’t.”
“You have to let me make my own decisions, and live with the consequences. You have to stop worrying about me so much,” I continue, not unkindly.
His head lifts. “Don’t ask me that, you know I can’t stop worrying about you.”
“Michael-“
He holds up a hand. “No, Liz. No matter how old you are, I am your big brother. I’m always going to worry about you.”
As I stare into his eyes, I can see that he doesn’t mean it in an over-protective way. Just that he loves me, and wants what is best for me. “Okay. Okay, Michael.”
“Lizzie bear,” he says affectionately, and then we’re hugging and everyone is sniffling again, like this is the movie-of-the-week on Lifetime.
I meet Max’s eyes over my brother’s shoulder, and he smiles at me, love shining in his eyes.
Michael and I break apart, and Max approaches us. He and Michael exchange a long look, then shake hands.
“Take care of her, Maxwell, or you answer to me.”
Max laughs at his threatening tone, and pulls Michael into a manly hug. They slap each other’s backs then step away.
“Guys… can I have a hug, too?” Kyle sniffs, and that breaks the tension as we all start laughing.
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Later on, I lay underneath Max in his bed as he trails kisses down my neck.
“Are you mad at the way things turned out?” I ask hesitantly, wrapping my legs around his calves.
He stills, then pulls back to look me in the eye. He brushes back a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes. “How could I be mad? I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Plus, we don’t have to hide from Michael anymore.”
I glance up at him from under lowered lids. “Yeah but… the way it all came out. I didn’t mean for it to happen that way, Max.”
He chuckles and nuzzles my neck with his nose. “Baby… I don’t care if you want to take an ad out in the paper. I love everyone knowing you’re mine. If you remember, it was your idea to keep it from Mike.”
I glare at him. “Oh, yeah! Throw that in my face!”
He laughs again. “You look so cute when you pout. It makes me so hot.”
My frown turns into a sly smile. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” he growls, capturing my lips.
I gasp as he slides inside me, thrusting deeply to the hilt. My inner walls clasp around him lovingly, and we both groan.
“Liz… I love you so much,” he whispers, cradling my face so that I look him in the eye. “The way I feel for you… this is it for me.”
Tears spike my lashes as I nod. “Me too, Max. I love you so much.”
Then we lose ourselves in each other, limbs tangling and soft gasps renting the air.
As he explodes inside me, I hear him whisper words that make me smile.
“Not so little anymore...”
<center>The End</center>
Author's Note: Watch for the epilogue tomorrow! There are still a few things left unfinished...
Hugs,
Lindsay
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Okay guys, I decided to change my mind about the epilogue. I hate you all and I want you to suffer never knowing what the epilogue was going to have in it. And there will never, never be a sequel! :evil:
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Sorry, I couldn't resist. Okay, some quick comments:
I'm super glad you enjoyed it, this story is so very special to me. Gah... I can't believe it's over either. Excuse me, I need to go cry in a corner... 
I'm honored that this is one of your favorite fics. It's definitely going to be weird for me to not be posting, too.
And this is your favorite fic?! *squeals* Thank you soo much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Okay, I'm really going to cry if I drag this out much longer. I appreciate everything you guys have said, even if I didn't have time to reply. Thank you all so much!
Since this story was just as much about comic relief as it was about love, I wanted the epilogue to portray just how fun these characters are together. The way they interact with each other, the humor in these situations. So, I hope you all find this funny. Also, this is my way of bringing everyone back out for one last big bang! Hope you all enjoy...
<center>Epilogue</center>
Two months later…
“So what are we doing here again?” Tess asks as we all take our seats at one of the tables set out around the room.
I’d gotten a call from Nick earlier today, telling me to show up at Heaven’s Door at this specific time… and bring lots of cash to burn.
Ever since he and Joe made up, Nick has been like a completely different person. He’s still wild and crazy, but he knows now that he has a family. And not just Serena and Joe, but all of us.
He’s still dealing with the death of his father, and I think it will be awhile before he’s truly ready to forgive his mother for turning a blind eye towards him. But he’s working towards it, with the help of Joe and the rest of the group.
He and Tess have also gotten hot and heavy, and you rarely see one without the other. But that’s okay with me, because Tess has become a vital member of our group and a wonderful friend.
I take another look around the club. Women of all ages ranging from eighteen to forty-five are talking animatedly around the bar, glancing every few minutes at the curtain-drawn stage at the center of the room.
I shrug in response to Tess’s question, waving at Serena across the room. “It’s a benefit for the National Cervical Cancer Coalition. Joe’s aunt just got diagnosed and he wants to draw more attention to the cause.”
We all let out a collective sigh.
“Joe is such a sweetie,” Maria coos, twirling a strand of her newly curled blonde hair. “I wonder what he has planned for tonight?”
“I couldn’t get Alex to tell me,” Isabel admits, leaning forward excitedly. “But it must be something crazy, if Joe’s involved. I heard rumors about male strippers!”
We all look at each other as Serena joins us. “Nah!”
“Joe wouldn’t let male strippers in his club!” Maria shakes her head. “No way! He’d probably host a country-music festival before he would let nekkid men in here!”
“What are you guys talking about?” Serena asks with wide eyes. “Strippers? Country music?”
“Just pondering over tonight’s program,” I reply, bouncing in my seat to the music blasting overhead. “Hey, do you know anything, Serena?”
We all turn to look at her, but she shakes her head. “No, Joe was pretty close-mouthed about whatever they’re planning.” We all slump in disappointment. “But… I did overhear Nick and Kyle talking about a list of participants? And a lot of the local guys were in here throughout the week signing something.”
Isabel perks up, shooting us a smirk. “Maybe we’ll see some hard bodies after all.”
“Isabel!” Tess laughs.
She shrugs, completely indifferent to the shocked looks aimed in her direction. “What? I'm a red-blooded American woman!”
I stifle a laugh. “Alex still playing hard to get?”
She glares at me but doesn’t deny my statement.
“I still don’t see Joe allowing that to go on,” Maria counters. “He’s wild and crazy… but stripping? I dunno…”
“Well, whatever it is, he planned the perfect night for it, didn’t he?” Tess says, referring to the mass of women. “Ladies Night.”
“Hey, I’m just glad to get the night off,” Serena says gratefully. “Only the guys are working tonight.”
As if on cue, a dark-haired guy comes over to our table. “Anything to drink tonight, ladies? Serena?”
We all take a moment to appreciate his twinkling eyes and roguish good looks, before giving him our orders. He flashes us a wink in response before turning to head to the bar.
“Whew! Who was that?” Maria fans herself. “I haven’t seen him in here before.”
“Joe just hired a new batch,” Serena explains. “That was Aidan. He and his twin brother, Ben, are the new bartenders. They’re really nice, but really incorrigible.”
I look over to where the two brothers are flirting with the besotted ladies at the bar. We all sigh in womanly appreciation.
“Well, I for one can’t wait to see what Michael has to do with this,” Maria giggles. “He’s been in a foul mood for the last two weeks and I’ve heard him complaining on the phone with Max more than once.”
My ears perk up at Max’s name and I immediately want to hit myself. Jeez… could I be any more pathetic? Just the sound of his name makes me want to take off my clothes and shimmy on top of the table.
The lights dim in the room causing all conversation to cease.
“We’re about to find out…” Isabel murmurs, straightening in her seat.
“Welcome to the 1st annual NCCC Cervical Cancer Prevention Convention sponsored by Heaven’s Door!” a voice tones over the loudspeaker. “Tonight’s line up is sure to be a crowd-pleaser, so grab your purses, ladies, and get ready to donate!”
Loud clapping and whistles permeate the crowd, along with women waving their wallets over their heads.
Suddenly, the stage lights up and the opening notes of I’m Too Sexy comes blaring out of the music system.
Women began catcalling as several men come strutting out onto the stage, clad in tight jeans and black shirts with the Heaven’s Door logo emblazoned across the front, NCCC Prevention Convention, 2004 on the back.
“Whoo-hoo!” Isabel cries, moving her shoulders to the beat as the guys all begin flexing and showing of their muscles.
I laugh out loud and begin dancing in my seat as well, watching the eye candy on stage. I glance around my table and see the enraptured expressions on each of my friend’s faces.
The guys are shameless, having lost their shirts, smiling and winking to the hooting ladies, some even going as far as to toss their shirts to willing women in the crowd.
“This is the best idea Joe’s had all year!” Maria yells to me over the music. I can only nod my head in agreement.
“Hey, do you think the guys are going to be in this?” Tess asks suddenly a few minutes later, gaining all our attention.
“God, I hope not!” I say, grimacing at the thought of seeing Michael in anything less than full Metallica gear.
“Yeah, right, Liz,” Maria rolls her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone in his skivvies?”
I ram my elbow into her stomach while smiling sweetly. “I have no idea what you mean, Maria.”
“Besides, I doubt it will go that far,” Serena states, before getting hit in the face with black cloth. She looks up in shock to see Aidan grinning at her, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes as he flexes his chest to the delight of the female crowd.
We all laugh at her, pointing fingers while her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.
After all the guys leave the stage, I begin to get anxious. The absence of Max, Michael, Kyle, Nick, Joe and Alex is glaringly obvious – at least to us.
“Okay, ladies! I can tell you all enjoyed that performance!” the mysterious voice says over the noise of clapping hands and whistling lips. “Remember to stop by the booths at the door and pick up a pamphlet on your way out! But for now, a special performance by a few of Heaven’s own! Give it up for these Heavenly Hunks!”
At that, the music starts up again with a familiar disco tune.
Body...wanna feel my body?
Body...such a thrill my body…
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body…
We all look at each other, uncertainty on our faces.
“Surely not…” I begin, biting my lip.
“No, no way-“ Maria agrees, shaking her head.
“Uh, guys…?” Isabel says, her eyes widening as the curtain raises from the dark stage, revealing the silhouette of six men, varying in height.
They’re all wearing different hats and have their heads bowed, hands placed strategically on their groins.
A loud squeal comes from my mouth as I stare in shock at the familiar faces on stage as the lights come on.
“Oh. My. God.” Maria’s mouth is hanging open.
“It’s like the Village People go straight!” Tess cries.
Serena and Isabel simply stare slack-jawed.
I close my eyes, as if trying to determine whether or not the sight before me is real. When I open them again, sure enough, it’s real.
I see Nick grinning from ear to ear in his tight, ripped jeans, complete with tool-belt and hard-hat. He’s bare-chested, showing off the sleek muscles covering his upper body and arms.
Kyle’s next, looking like a regular cowboy in jeans and leather chaps and a faded cowboy hat, lasso on his hip, also bare-chested and proud of it.
My eyes are drawn towards a sexy Navy officer next; who is actually none other than Joe Thorton clad in a white military dress uniform straight out of An Officer and a Gentleman.
“Mikey!” Maria squeals, turning my attention to a dangerous looking biker, clad only in tight, black leather pants and a matching unzipped jacket.
“Ooh, look at Alex!” Isabel grabs my arm and I have to laugh at my goofy friend bare-chested and wearing a pair of suede pants with a huge Native American headdress on top of his head. “He looks so yummy!”
I have to say I agree. Aside from the lanky build, he’s actually hiding quite the bod under those clothes!
“Holy Crap!”
That voice comes from my own mouth as my eyes fall on the final figure. The cop.
Max is wearing a pair of tight black pants, similar to Kyle’s, a gun-holster slung low around his hips, and a way-too-small shirt courtesy of the Roswell PD.
His muscles are practically bursting at the seams making me wonder how his badge hasn’t already popped off! The final touch to his costume is the wide-brimmed bus-driver style hat that sits on his tousled locks.
At the precise moment that the main chorus starts up, they all give themselves a tug, a la Michael Jackson, and look up.
The women begin going wild as Macho Man sounds throughout the club.
The guys shimmy their hips to the left, then the right, slowly turning themselves in a circle to give us a delicious view of tight buttocks.
Once their backs are facing us, they take their hats off, tossing them over their shoulders before sliding forward on their knees. They fall forward onto their hands and begin doing push-ups, muscles rippling all over the stage.
Just when I think I’m going to spontaneously combust from all the testosterone, they flip over onto their backs and begin grinding their hips in the air.
“Holy green guacamole!”
This is from Maria.
I manage to tear my eyes away from the tempting sight onstage and look around the table at the lust-filled expressions on all my friend’s faces.
I understand, ladies.
I look back over and see that they have given up the routine and are now dancing separately. Well, almost everyone.
“Oh, good lord!” I say, trying to fight a smile as I see Michael’s scowl as the others begin dancing around him. He’s obviously not enjoying all this attention.
Nick and Kyle are having the most fun, shaking their butts and teasingly removing more clothing from their already scantily clad bodies.
Max and Joe are grinning and playing it up to the crowd, flexing their pecs and arms and shimmying their hips.
Alex is running around the stage doing his impression of a war-cry as he does a few flips and starts break-dancing.
After a few minutes, we’re all laughing as we watch the guys having fun up on stage. Michael even joins in, giving his butt a reluctant shake at the prodding of a group of girls up front.
Most of the women are on their feet at this point, egging the guys on with naughty comments and suggestions. There’s a huge crowd by the stage, bodies dancing as they shout their approval of the performers.
Nick and Kyle glance at each other mischievously before taking leaps off stage so that they land in a crouch on the ground. They make their way through the groping women towards our table.
“What are they doing?” Serena asks nervously, her huge eyes getting wider as the boys draw closer.
They raise their hands over their head, shimmying their hips as they reach us, mouthing the words “I’ve got to be a Macho Man…” as the chorus sounds again and again.
Tess is giggling as Nick pulls her out of her seat and begins grinding his hips against hers in a sexy lambada.
Kyle simply grins cheekily at Serena, holding out a hand as she stares at him in uncertainty.
When he raises his eyebrows in a blatant dare, she laughs and finally lets him pull her up into his arms. They begin twirling around the room with Kyle pretending to lasso her if she gets to far away from him.
I shake my head while smiling and turn to crack a joke to Maria, but find both her and Isabel busy making their way through the crowd to the front of the room to yell for their men.
Michael’s face softens when he catches sight of Maria and he immediately pulls her on the stage to finish out the dance.
Isabel places her forearms on the stage while laughing as Alex begins doing a teasing boogie for her benefit, sliding the zipper to his pants down and back up.
I glance around and see Joe with his arms around a pretty brunette who appears to be in her late twenties, her face turned up to his in an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear.
But Max is nowhere to be found. He’s not on stage, not in the crowd…
“I’m afraid you’re under arrest, ma’am,” a husky voice sounds next to my ear.
I jump in surprise, then a shiver works through my body as he nips my lobe lightly. “For what, officer?” I ask on a strangled moan.
Max laughs lightly as he places his hand on my arm, gripping me possessively. “For distracting a civil servant while he’s on duty. Come with me and we’ll discuss your penalty.”
I eagerly follow him through the crowd towards the back entrance.
Once we hit the warm air of the back alley, Max pulls me into his arms, his lips devouring mine with intense hunger.
“God, you were driving me crazy out there,” he groans, his hands splaying across my butt as he lifts me off my feet and leans me against the wall, allowing me to feel the hot ridge of his erection through his pants.
“I was driving you crazy?” I manage to gasp out as my center aligns with his and he begins grinding up into me. “Do you have any idea how good your butt looks in these pants?”
He laughs slightly before his fingers squeeze my cheeks affectionately. “Not as good as yours does in that little number, sugar.”
Then we’re both attacking each other again, so there’s no room for talk.
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So now you know my story.
If I’ve learned anything from being with Max, it’s to seize the day, as cliche as it sounds. But when I think back on the time we wasted because both of us were too scared to express our feelings, I realize how important it is to take a chance.
You never know what might happen when you do. And you just might find… your dreams can come true.
<center>The End.... or is it? Watch for the companion piece Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Max's POV! Coming soon!</center>
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Sorry, I couldn't resist.
Okay, some quick comments:Thank you for reading!Mad_CowPi wrote:Sigh, it's over. I'm sad, but I can't stay upset. This was a great, great, great story and I really enjoyed reading it. That was just an awesome ending to wrap up everything. I'm so happy it all turned out OK and that everyone seems to be living happily ever after. Thanks so much for writing, you rock!
I'm super glad you enjoyed it, this story is so very special to me. Gah... I can't believe it's over either. Excuse me, I need to go cry in a corner... Wow... thank you so much!rachelsroswell wrote:OMG!!!!!!!! i dont know whether to cry or be happy?? that was so bad ass im still in shock over the fact that its over i mean i was waiting for this part all day and now that its here its gonna be kinda wierd not looking for new posts anymore.
I'm honored that this is one of your favorite fics. It's definitely going to be weird for me to not be posting, too.ITA. Which is why I came back... I coudn't do that to you guys. Even if no one was reading, it bothered me to no end.Smac wrote:I hate that this cute,sexy story is over too.I just loved it.It is so nice to just read fluff sometimes and this was a good way to relieve the stress.Thank you for coming back to the boards and finishing this story up for all your fans.I have to admit nothing is more frustrating than getting involved in a good story that never gets finished.
Thank you!Lullaby wrote:WOW that was the best !!!
Liz's confession was so shocking, that i felt like I was there whatching Max's reaction, and then Michaels fury. hahahaha
I really was amaing Applebylicious
LOL, you know... I was laughing while writing that scene as well. I just kept picturing Michael's face when Liz screamed she wasn't a virgin... gah, I slay myself. HAHA! And thanks for reading, I totally love your fic I Dare You To Move! Maybe you could update it soon...? For me? LOL!LysCat wrote:I loved it! I was laughing through the enitre argument between Michael and Liz, of course I didn't realise I was smiling through out the entire thing. Totally cheesing it!
It was was great story! I can't wait to read the epilogue and the rest of the stories you come out with!\
Lys
Yeah... I think Liz was holding a lot of resentment inside her towards her brother. I honestly don't think I planned on having it come out that way, but when I started writing, it just... happened and I went with it.Pegleg wrote:Fantastic part! I'm glad that Michael was ok with everything in the end. It's not like I dind't expect a little anger to fly back and forth, but i wasn't really expecting all that from Liz. Fantastic! Can't wait for the epilogue to come out. Post again soon.
~Michelle
Aww... wow, thank you so much! That makes me so incredibly happy! *happy tears*tabby wrote:That was so good. This has to be one of
the best fics I have read. I am going to
miss it so much.
LOL Kara... this has been your main concern throughout the story, huh? Okay well... I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. You aren't going to find out... at least, not until Max's story comes out.Eccentric One wrote:Yeah, like the answering of Liz's question if Max even slept with Tess...unless I missed that. Which is possible, given the last few weeks. She had started to ask that question once, but never had the chance to fully voice it.Applebylicious wrote: There are still a few things left finished...
My God... I am incredibly honored to have drug you out of lurkdom to post!the freak of roswell wrote:Hi, I'm a major lurker, but had to say something about the ending of my favourite fic! I was devastated when I heard you weren't coming back, cos that meant no ending to this fic! I'm so glad you returned, this is such a great ending, although I wasn't expecting it to come so soon, it worked well.
The confrontation scene with Michael and Liz literally had me holding my breath! I knew she was gonna tell Michael about her and Max, but nothing prepared me for the moment it happened! There was much squeaking and cringing, as Michael's reaction was classic! I'm so glad the two boys made it up though, it would've been terrible if Michael stayed angry at Max. The part where Liz and Max say they loved each other was lovely, and Maria sniffling into Joe's shoulder was just hilarious!
I'm sorry to have rambled on so long, but I couldn't control myself! I can't wait to read the epilogue. and if you ever feel like writing a sequel, you have my full support!!
Thanks for such a great story, you are really talented.
And this is your favorite fic?! *squeals* Thank you soo much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!Okay, I'm really going to cry if I drag this out much longer.
I appreciate everything you guys have said, even if I didn't have time to reply. Thank you all so much!Since this story was just as much about comic relief as it was about love, I wanted the epilogue to portray just how fun these characters are together. The way they interact with each other, the humor in these situations. So, I hope you all find this funny. Also, this is my way of bringing everyone back out for one last big bang! Hope you all enjoy...
<center>Epilogue</center>
Two months later…
“So what are we doing here again?” Tess asks as we all take our seats at one of the tables set out around the room.
I’d gotten a call from Nick earlier today, telling me to show up at Heaven’s Door at this specific time… and bring lots of cash to burn.
Ever since he and Joe made up, Nick has been like a completely different person. He’s still wild and crazy, but he knows now that he has a family. And not just Serena and Joe, but all of us.
He’s still dealing with the death of his father, and I think it will be awhile before he’s truly ready to forgive his mother for turning a blind eye towards him. But he’s working towards it, with the help of Joe and the rest of the group.
He and Tess have also gotten hot and heavy, and you rarely see one without the other. But that’s okay with me, because Tess has become a vital member of our group and a wonderful friend.
I take another look around the club. Women of all ages ranging from eighteen to forty-five are talking animatedly around the bar, glancing every few minutes at the curtain-drawn stage at the center of the room.
I shrug in response to Tess’s question, waving at Serena across the room. “It’s a benefit for the National Cervical Cancer Coalition. Joe’s aunt just got diagnosed and he wants to draw more attention to the cause.”
We all let out a collective sigh.
“Joe is such a sweetie,” Maria coos, twirling a strand of her newly curled blonde hair. “I wonder what he has planned for tonight?”
“I couldn’t get Alex to tell me,” Isabel admits, leaning forward excitedly. “But it must be something crazy, if Joe’s involved. I heard rumors about male strippers!”
We all look at each other as Serena joins us. “Nah!”
“Joe wouldn’t let male strippers in his club!” Maria shakes her head. “No way! He’d probably host a country-music festival before he would let nekkid men in here!”
“What are you guys talking about?” Serena asks with wide eyes. “Strippers? Country music?”
“Just pondering over tonight’s program,” I reply, bouncing in my seat to the music blasting overhead. “Hey, do you know anything, Serena?”
We all turn to look at her, but she shakes her head. “No, Joe was pretty close-mouthed about whatever they’re planning.” We all slump in disappointment. “But… I did overhear Nick and Kyle talking about a list of participants? And a lot of the local guys were in here throughout the week signing something.”
Isabel perks up, shooting us a smirk. “Maybe we’ll see some hard bodies after all.”
“Isabel!” Tess laughs.
She shrugs, completely indifferent to the shocked looks aimed in her direction. “What? I'm a red-blooded American woman!”
I stifle a laugh. “Alex still playing hard to get?”
She glares at me but doesn’t deny my statement.
“I still don’t see Joe allowing that to go on,” Maria counters. “He’s wild and crazy… but stripping? I dunno…”
“Well, whatever it is, he planned the perfect night for it, didn’t he?” Tess says, referring to the mass of women. “Ladies Night.”
“Hey, I’m just glad to get the night off,” Serena says gratefully. “Only the guys are working tonight.”
As if on cue, a dark-haired guy comes over to our table. “Anything to drink tonight, ladies? Serena?”
We all take a moment to appreciate his twinkling eyes and roguish good looks, before giving him our orders. He flashes us a wink in response before turning to head to the bar.
“Whew! Who was that?” Maria fans herself. “I haven’t seen him in here before.”
“Joe just hired a new batch,” Serena explains. “That was Aidan. He and his twin brother, Ben, are the new bartenders. They’re really nice, but really incorrigible.”
I look over to where the two brothers are flirting with the besotted ladies at the bar. We all sigh in womanly appreciation.
“Well, I for one can’t wait to see what Michael has to do with this,” Maria giggles. “He’s been in a foul mood for the last two weeks and I’ve heard him complaining on the phone with Max more than once.”
My ears perk up at Max’s name and I immediately want to hit myself. Jeez… could I be any more pathetic? Just the sound of his name makes me want to take off my clothes and shimmy on top of the table.
The lights dim in the room causing all conversation to cease.
“We’re about to find out…” Isabel murmurs, straightening in her seat.
“Welcome to the 1st annual NCCC Cervical Cancer Prevention Convention sponsored by Heaven’s Door!” a voice tones over the loudspeaker. “Tonight’s line up is sure to be a crowd-pleaser, so grab your purses, ladies, and get ready to donate!”
Loud clapping and whistles permeate the crowd, along with women waving their wallets over their heads.
Suddenly, the stage lights up and the opening notes of I’m Too Sexy comes blaring out of the music system.
Women began catcalling as several men come strutting out onto the stage, clad in tight jeans and black shirts with the Heaven’s Door logo emblazoned across the front, NCCC Prevention Convention, 2004 on the back.
“Whoo-hoo!” Isabel cries, moving her shoulders to the beat as the guys all begin flexing and showing of their muscles.
I laugh out loud and begin dancing in my seat as well, watching the eye candy on stage. I glance around my table and see the enraptured expressions on each of my friend’s faces.
The guys are shameless, having lost their shirts, smiling and winking to the hooting ladies, some even going as far as to toss their shirts to willing women in the crowd.
“This is the best idea Joe’s had all year!” Maria yells to me over the music. I can only nod my head in agreement.
“Hey, do you think the guys are going to be in this?” Tess asks suddenly a few minutes later, gaining all our attention.
“God, I hope not!” I say, grimacing at the thought of seeing Michael in anything less than full Metallica gear.
“Yeah, right, Liz,” Maria rolls her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone in his skivvies?”
I ram my elbow into her stomach while smiling sweetly. “I have no idea what you mean, Maria.”
“Besides, I doubt it will go that far,” Serena states, before getting hit in the face with black cloth. She looks up in shock to see Aidan grinning at her, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes as he flexes his chest to the delight of the female crowd.
We all laugh at her, pointing fingers while her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.
After all the guys leave the stage, I begin to get anxious. The absence of Max, Michael, Kyle, Nick, Joe and Alex is glaringly obvious – at least to us.
“Okay, ladies! I can tell you all enjoyed that performance!” the mysterious voice says over the noise of clapping hands and whistling lips. “Remember to stop by the booths at the door and pick up a pamphlet on your way out! But for now, a special performance by a few of Heaven’s own! Give it up for these Heavenly Hunks!”
At that, the music starts up again with a familiar disco tune.
Body...wanna feel my body?
Body...such a thrill my body…
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body…
We all look at each other, uncertainty on our faces.
“Surely not…” I begin, biting my lip.
“No, no way-“ Maria agrees, shaking her head.
“Uh, guys…?” Isabel says, her eyes widening as the curtain raises from the dark stage, revealing the silhouette of six men, varying in height.
They’re all wearing different hats and have their heads bowed, hands placed strategically on their groins.
A loud squeal comes from my mouth as I stare in shock at the familiar faces on stage as the lights come on.
“Oh. My. God.” Maria’s mouth is hanging open.
“It’s like the Village People go straight!” Tess cries.
Serena and Isabel simply stare slack-jawed.
I close my eyes, as if trying to determine whether or not the sight before me is real. When I open them again, sure enough, it’s real.
I see Nick grinning from ear to ear in his tight, ripped jeans, complete with tool-belt and hard-hat. He’s bare-chested, showing off the sleek muscles covering his upper body and arms.
Kyle’s next, looking like a regular cowboy in jeans and leather chaps and a faded cowboy hat, lasso on his hip, also bare-chested and proud of it.
My eyes are drawn towards a sexy Navy officer next; who is actually none other than Joe Thorton clad in a white military dress uniform straight out of An Officer and a Gentleman.
“Mikey!” Maria squeals, turning my attention to a dangerous looking biker, clad only in tight, black leather pants and a matching unzipped jacket.
“Ooh, look at Alex!” Isabel grabs my arm and I have to laugh at my goofy friend bare-chested and wearing a pair of suede pants with a huge Native American headdress on top of his head. “He looks so yummy!”
I have to say I agree. Aside from the lanky build, he’s actually hiding quite the bod under those clothes!
“Holy Crap!”
That voice comes from my own mouth as my eyes fall on the final figure. The cop.
Max is wearing a pair of tight black pants, similar to Kyle’s, a gun-holster slung low around his hips, and a way-too-small shirt courtesy of the Roswell PD.
His muscles are practically bursting at the seams making me wonder how his badge hasn’t already popped off! The final touch to his costume is the wide-brimmed bus-driver style hat that sits on his tousled locks.
At the precise moment that the main chorus starts up, they all give themselves a tug, a la Michael Jackson, and look up.
The women begin going wild as Macho Man sounds throughout the club.
The guys shimmy their hips to the left, then the right, slowly turning themselves in a circle to give us a delicious view of tight buttocks.
Once their backs are facing us, they take their hats off, tossing them over their shoulders before sliding forward on their knees. They fall forward onto their hands and begin doing push-ups, muscles rippling all over the stage.
Just when I think I’m going to spontaneously combust from all the testosterone, they flip over onto their backs and begin grinding their hips in the air.
“Holy green guacamole!”
This is from Maria.
I manage to tear my eyes away from the tempting sight onstage and look around the table at the lust-filled expressions on all my friend’s faces.
I understand, ladies.
I look back over and see that they have given up the routine and are now dancing separately. Well, almost everyone.
“Oh, good lord!” I say, trying to fight a smile as I see Michael’s scowl as the others begin dancing around him. He’s obviously not enjoying all this attention.
Nick and Kyle are having the most fun, shaking their butts and teasingly removing more clothing from their already scantily clad bodies.
Max and Joe are grinning and playing it up to the crowd, flexing their pecs and arms and shimmying their hips.
Alex is running around the stage doing his impression of a war-cry as he does a few flips and starts break-dancing.
After a few minutes, we’re all laughing as we watch the guys having fun up on stage. Michael even joins in, giving his butt a reluctant shake at the prodding of a group of girls up front.
Most of the women are on their feet at this point, egging the guys on with naughty comments and suggestions. There’s a huge crowd by the stage, bodies dancing as they shout their approval of the performers.
Nick and Kyle glance at each other mischievously before taking leaps off stage so that they land in a crouch on the ground. They make their way through the groping women towards our table.
“What are they doing?” Serena asks nervously, her huge eyes getting wider as the boys draw closer.
They raise their hands over their head, shimmying their hips as they reach us, mouthing the words “I’ve got to be a Macho Man…” as the chorus sounds again and again.
Tess is giggling as Nick pulls her out of her seat and begins grinding his hips against hers in a sexy lambada.
Kyle simply grins cheekily at Serena, holding out a hand as she stares at him in uncertainty.
When he raises his eyebrows in a blatant dare, she laughs and finally lets him pull her up into his arms. They begin twirling around the room with Kyle pretending to lasso her if she gets to far away from him.
I shake my head while smiling and turn to crack a joke to Maria, but find both her and Isabel busy making their way through the crowd to the front of the room to yell for their men.
Michael’s face softens when he catches sight of Maria and he immediately pulls her on the stage to finish out the dance.
Isabel places her forearms on the stage while laughing as Alex begins doing a teasing boogie for her benefit, sliding the zipper to his pants down and back up.
I glance around and see Joe with his arms around a pretty brunette who appears to be in her late twenties, her face turned up to his in an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear.
But Max is nowhere to be found. He’s not on stage, not in the crowd…
“I’m afraid you’re under arrest, ma’am,” a husky voice sounds next to my ear.
I jump in surprise, then a shiver works through my body as he nips my lobe lightly. “For what, officer?” I ask on a strangled moan.
Max laughs lightly as he places his hand on my arm, gripping me possessively. “For distracting a civil servant while he’s on duty. Come with me and we’ll discuss your penalty.”
I eagerly follow him through the crowd towards the back entrance.
Once we hit the warm air of the back alley, Max pulls me into his arms, his lips devouring mine with intense hunger.
“God, you were driving me crazy out there,” he groans, his hands splaying across my butt as he lifts me off my feet and leans me against the wall, allowing me to feel the hot ridge of his erection through his pants.
“I was driving you crazy?” I manage to gasp out as my center aligns with his and he begins grinding up into me. “Do you have any idea how good your butt looks in these pants?”
He laughs slightly before his fingers squeeze my cheeks affectionately. “Not as good as yours does in that little number, sugar.”
Then we’re both attacking each other again, so there’s no room for talk.
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So now you know my story.
If I’ve learned anything from being with Max, it’s to seize the day, as cliche as it sounds. But when I think back on the time we wasted because both of us were too scared to express our feelings, I realize how important it is to take a chance.
You never know what might happen when you do. And you just might find… your dreams can come true.
<center>The End.... or is it? Watch for the companion piece Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Max's POV! Coming soon!</center>