Summer Lark

"There's not even any space to do anything."

"Wanna bet?" Royal says playfully drunk.

"Sure." I smile, no way he wins this.

"If I win you'll let me help you with that ache between your legs." He whispers seductively.

"And If I win, fuck I don't know, I'll hold on to it so when the time comes I can use it." I say flustered.

"Fair." We shake on it, and I really hope I'm right. We get out of the car and he climbs into the backseat and sits with his back to the door so one of his legs are lying across the seat and the other is resting on the ground.

"Now come here." He says waving me in. I swing my legs over the sides and climb in.

"Now what smartass?"

"Now come sit between my legs." I carefully sit down between his legs. He cups the underneath of my knee and spreads my legs. The moon illuminating us.

"Dumbass, how are you going to fuck me like this?"

"Who said anything about fucking? I said take care of your needs, not mine. And quite easily actually." He says trailing a gentle hand down my body...

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Carmella Howard has always traveled, just how its always been. After high school she took a gap year and explored with her friend Eden. And she never stopped, she went home for a little but she doesn't get along with her parents so she left again. This time landing herself in a small beach town in New York with a grumping next door neighbor.



Royal Temples has lived in this town ever since he was four. He owns two small houses on the edge of the beach, one he lives in and the other he rents out. Normally he doesn't notice the people renting the house. It's usually a small family or a young couple who either never leave the house or are always in town exploring and stuff. That was until she rented his place out and her overly friendly dog and him become best friends.

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The 'Lark' definition I am going off of is "something done for fun, especially something mischievous or daring; an amusing adventure or escapade."