PATS

GUY: TAKER

GENRE: ROMANCE (SHELLY)

PLACE: UNDER THE BOARD WALK (RHONDA)

PHRASE: I DO BELIEVE THAT IS THE PREFERRED THING TO DO! (RHONDA)

TIME OF YEAR: NIGHT OF THE HARVEST MOON (THIS SHOULD BE INTERESTING WITH A BOARDWALK LMAO) (MARY)

OBJECT: PHONE (I MADE AN EXECUTIVE DECISON-IT CAN BE A CELL PHONE)

(CLAIRE)

Under the Boardwalk

Rated: NC-17

Dis: Yah yah yah…much as I’d love to be the ruler of the Dead Man’s yard, he owns himself and Vinnie owns his character

Summary: Do I really need one? Romantic smut…or my version of it

A/N: Yeah, I know…I suck at the whole romance thing…but I’ll take one for the team I reckon…lol…of course, Romance Patsy-style has a lot of other elements thrown in there…I’m such a genre-bender…lmao

A/N 2: Thanks Rhonda…I now cannot get that Bette Middler song out of my head…lmfao…Under the booooardwalllllk…down…by … the seeeee….eeeeeeeea….on a blanket with my baaaaaaaaby…..is where I’ll beeeeeeee

I hate cold weather.

It wasn’t really cold, but I had to find something to focus my anger on. The weather was handy. I’d driven for 12 hours to spend the weekend with my so-called boyfriend, and he hadn’t been able to schedule me in for more than a quick ‘Hey’ when I’d gotten here.

And now here I was. Pissed off, cold, hungry. Friday night I’d spent alone in my motel room, too tired from the drive to give much of a shit if I saw Mark or not. Today I spent the afternoon wandering around the arena, trying to find a few minutes alone with him. Talk about mission impossible.

I gave up. Ripped up my front row ticket to tonight’s house show. Stormed out of there like a world class bitch. Proud of myself actually. Much as I love the big dumb bastard, I cannot stand to be treated indifferently. When he was working it was like he could think of nothing else. At first I hadn’t minded, but an entire year of the same thing had me ready to kill him.

Ok, so I don’t really think he’s dumb. Or a bastard. Big, yes. But I was pissed. Didn’t I mention that part already?

So, anyway…I locked myself up, once again, in my motel room. Ate junk food, watched crappy movies on TV, tried to convince myself that I should just walk away and forget him.

Then he calls. Or rather, he text messeged me on my cell phone. Too scared to talk to me one on one? I guess I’d have to wait to find out.

The messege was of course, straight to the point. Meet him tonight at midnight on the beach in front of the biggest hotel on the strip. No please, no thank you, no kiss my ass. I’d show him. I wouldn’t be there.

So of course, here I stand. Now, normally the beach is a great place, warm, crowded. But nearing the end of September the wind from the ocean is cold, the sand seems hard, and the air is crisp. And this late at night in the off-season, it’s a big empty sandbox. A big full moon hung over the water, brighter than usual. My grandma used to call it the harvest moon, although she’d never seen a damn farm in her entire life. A city girl born and bred was Granny Abby. There were no clouds in the sky, and the stars were icy and sharp against the blackness of the night.

Actually, despite the chill in the air, it was beautiful out here. I was finding it harder and harder to hold onto my anger. Until I glanced at my watch and saw it was now fifteen after midnight. Great. Never one to be on time was my Mark. Screw it, I was done. No sense in spending the night on the beach like some homeless ring rat. I was out of there.

I turned and ran face first into a large chest. Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at Mark, who had come to silently stand behind me on the sand. When he reached for me, I backed up and turned again, meaning to stride off and leave him standing there. He caught me in his arms, lifting me off my feet, pulling me close to his body.

Ok, so I should have fought him off right? Sure, he’d pissed me off, but he’s a huge guy. So I figured I’d at least hear him out before knocking him upside the head.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been neglecting you this weekend,” his low voice sent a shiver down my back as his lips were right against my ear.

“That makes it no different from any other weekend,” I said with all the venom I could muster. Just because he was holding me tight, kissing my neck, biting my earlobe…didn’t mean I wasn’t still mad at him.

“I’m going to make it up to you,” another shiver as his lips moved down my neck.

“Right. By holding me against my will?” I struggled, albeit weakly, to escape his grasp. Mark chuckled a little, not loosening his hold on me.

“Baby, you love it and you know it,” he said, squeezing me with one arm while the other hand slid up to cup my breast. I tried to fight it, I really did…but damn he was making it hard. I couldn’t think clearly as his fingers toyed with my nipple through the soft material of the sweater I wore. He never did play fair.

“Go to hell,” I managed to say. I know, not the greatest comeback on the planet, but it was all I could think to say.

“Now, you don’t mean that. After I went to all this trouble…”

“Trouble? What, making me wait here, freezing to death, while you ignore me? Poor baby…” my voice dripped sarcasm.

He abruptly put me on my feet and I had to lean back against him to steady myself. Ok, so I just wanted to lean back against him. Sue me.

“Come on with me. I want to show you something.” He took my hand and half-pulled me along the beach.

“So, that’s what this is? A moonlight stroll?” I laughed. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to.

“We’re at the beach. I do believe that is the preferred thing to do,” he said dryly.

I made a sound of derision but refused to talk to him. I was, after all, very angry. Or trying to be.

He decided to play silent too, not saying a word as we trudged in the sand. Once we got past the hotel’s section of the sand, the businesses gave way to privately owned houses. In the distance I could see a pier; it started before the sand, cut a line across the beach, and jutted out into the water about a hundred yards. To our left was the boardwalk that separated the beach from the houses. It was just a low, weathered wooden walkway, the lumber faded to a gray color that seemed to glow in the light of the moon. It was attached to the pier, making the entry in the shape of a giant T.

Instead of getting up on the walkway, Mark pulled me along until we were under the pier, then turned and headed for the junction where the T was crossed. It was high enough that he could get under it by barely ducking down. He stopped suddenly, making me stumble into his back.

“You ready for this?” He asked, turning to face me, using his big body to block my line of sight. I nodded, trying not to smile at how eager he looked. He slowly stepped aside and let me pass him.

The first thing I did was laugh. It was almost surreal. He’d apparently been really busy. There were several blankets laid on top of each other. A picnic basket was settled on one corner, the top open. Different foods were spread out in a semi-circle; strawberries, grapes, cherries…he’d remembered all my favorites. But the thing that had made me laugh…

“I thought that would be the kicker,” He said from behind me. His own voice carried his amusement. “I borrowed a bunch of them, and then set them all on vibrate and have them calling each other repeatedly. I turned off the voice mail on them all too. So…” he shrugged, letting his hand rest on my lower back and moving it in small circles. “It’s too windy for candles. I thought this would be…”

“Different,” I said, still giggling. I’d never been seduced by the light of a cellular phone before. Or by the light of many. There must be a lot of guys going crazy right about now. I counted 12 of them, each one’s screen lit in a different color. Mostly blue and white, one was green, another yellow. They gave the little space a dreamlike wavery quality. Like some strange, mechanical fireflies.

“You really put some thought into this,” I said softly, touched.

Mark shrugged, his fingers still moving over my back. “I wanted to do more, but…time…”

“I know,” I turned to face him. Forgetting about being mad, I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, pulling him down for a soft kiss. All was, of course, forgiven. I should have known he’d find a way to knock my socks off; he was a thoughtful kind of guy after all. I hate when I’m wrong. Really.

When his tongue slipped past my lips, I moaned in acceptance. Did I mention it had been a long time? And a long time since he’d done anything even slightly romantic? Christ but I was blown away.

I kissed him back, hooking one hand behind his neck to pull him in deeper, letting my tongue slide along his, tasting him. He’d apparently snacked on a strawberry or two. His mouth was sweet with the taste of the berries. I eagerly sucked on his lower lip, letting my teeth nip him. He growled low in his throat. I know what pushes his buttons.

I nuzzled my face into his neck when I finally broke the kiss, letting my tongue flick out along his skin. I breathed in deeply, filling myself with his scent. Leather and man, quite the combo. And he tasted like strawberries. I could have died right there.

“Don’t you want to eat some first?” Mark asked, his voice a husky whisper.

“Mmm…oh yes…” my reply. I think we were thinking two different things.

“I mean the fruit, baby…” he said with a laugh. Ok. So we were thinking two different things. Reluctantly I pulled back and let him settle me down on the blankets. He sat next to me and reached for the cherries, but I stopped him.

“Strawberries first,” I said, pointing at the bowl. After tasting him, it was the only one I even wanted near my mouth. Mark smiled and put the other stuff back into the basket, knowing the direction of my thoughts. God, I love it when he reads my mind. I don’t have to waste a lot of time with meaningless talking.

By the time he was done, I was about ready to pounce on him. I occupied myself taking off my shoes and straightening my sweater so it hugged my chest. I had completely forgotten how chilly it was outside.

He turned back to me, the bowl of strawberries in his hand, a wicked smile on his face. “Wanna bite?” he asked. I watched as he reached into the bowl with his long fingers and plucked out one juicy berry. He brought it to his own lips and ran the end of it over his bottom lip before using his teeth to take a tiny nibble.

Christ…erotic as hell. My nipples popped out, instantly hard. I could feel heat gathering in my stomach and between my thighs. I think I might have made some low sound in my throat, because he chuckled and slid closer to me on the blanket.

“You’re turn,” he put the strawberry against my lips. I could feel his body heat as he pressed against me. I slipped my tongue out and moved it over the end of the berry, tasting the juice that he’d freed with his teeth.

“Yum…” my eyes met his as I leaned my head forward and sucked just the tip of the berry into my mouth. His eyes widened a bit as I sucked on it, drawing out more juice. I released it and licked my lips with my tongue, then held his hand and brought the berry to my mouth again. I slowly, carefully, took a bite.

Mark took a bite of his own, that little glint never leaving his eyes. He watched me as I chewed, and I made a show of it, as if I’d never tasted anything closer to heaven. I swallowed slowly, licking my lips again.

He cupped the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth, his lips covering mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Again, the mix of the sweet taste of the strawberry and the smell of him almost drove me insane.

His hands slid down my shoulders and slowly began working the buttons of my sweater. I didn’t stop him, nor did I help him. I was too wrapped up in the kiss to worry about being naked in a public place. I shivered a little as he pushed the material from my shoulders and the cool air hit my bare skin. My nipples got incredibly, painfully hard.

He took pity on me. (Yeah, right) His warm hands cupped my breasts again, sending a shockwave of heat coursing through my body. His palms moved until they were flat against me, and he began moving them in circles, teasing my nipples. I whimpered against his lips, arching into his hot touch.

Mark smiled a little and leaned back, letting go of my breasts. I groaned in frustration. Damn tease. He came back with another strawberry. Again, he playfully bit the end off, making my mouth water in anticipation. He gently eased me down until I was laying flat on the blanket. Sitting next to me, he stared at my bare chest for a full minute, greed and lust written on his features. The man made me hot with just one look.

I knew it was coming but I still jumped. Mark took the strawberry and brought the bitten end to my breast, running it over my nipple. The juice coated the sensitive nub and some ran down the slope of my breast. It was cold…goosebumps immediately broke out over my skin, but I still moaned in pleasure. It was definitely a different sensation, the temperature, the feel of the fruit itself, and the barely there presence of Mark’s hot fingertips punctuating the moment.

He leaned down and slowly licked the line of juice that had dribbled from my nipple. His tongue worked over my entire breast, making sure he got every drop, before he finally brushed his lips over the tip of my hard nipple. I gasped, then cried out as his mouth opened and he pulled it inside, the sudden heat of his lips and tongue almost enough to take me over the edge.

His tongue moved in circles over the sensitive nub, then he slid his teeth gently over it. His hand slipped down my stomach and began tugging at the zipper on my jeans. I relaxed against the blanket, my hand resting on the back of his head, letting him do whatever he wanted to do. He finally got the zipper down, and ran his fingers over the front of my black satin panties. His tongue flicked out one last time, making me moan, then he let me go.

He pulled off my jeans, leaving my panties in place for the time being. His hands began a slow exploration of my body, starting at my neck, working their way down over my breasts, my stomach, down my thighs to my knees. I forgot about it being so cool out here. I was actually starting to feel extremely warm.

Mark leaned down and kissed my stomach near my navel. I giggled a little as his beard tickled. He moved, using one big hand to spread my legs, then getting between them. I watched him through half-open eyes as he lay on his stomach, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. Slowly he pulled them to the side. The fingers from his other hand parted me, spreading me open. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes as he dipped his head and flicked his tongue out.

I hissed in a breath at the contact of his hot tongue on my clit. It was like a giant jolt of electricity had gone through my body. He began to work his mouth and tongue over my clit, licking it, sucking on it. I lost all conscious thought as waves of sensation washed over me. I cried out as he slipped one finger inside me, then another, and came, hard, against his hand and mouth, bucking my hips up unto him to prolong the feeling.

When I finally calmed down and caught my breath, Mark sat up and pulled my panties off. His fingers once again went between my legs to my clit, where he gently stroked. He maneuvered his body so he was over me, his weight on his free hand and his knees. With a smile, I reached between our bodies and jerked at his belt, releasing the clasp. As I got the zipper of his jeans down, my fingers caressed his hard cock through the thick material.

I pushed his jeans down his hips, then slid my hands up to stroke his cock. He moved his hips a little, making it slide through my fingers. With a low groan, he jerked back out of my grasp. I bit back a smile. Nice to know he was as turned on as I was.

Mark stopped rubbing my clit and took his cock in his hand. He guided the head to where his fingers had been, rubbing it over the sensitive flesh. I arched my back, sighing softly, and wiggled my hips.

He smiled wickedly. “I thought you were going to eat some first…” I started laughing.

“Maybe later. I want to be full right now…” I purred out. Reaching up, I opened the buttons on the front of his shirt and pulled him down so his warm chest was pressed against mine. “Come on baby…I want you inside me…”

It was all the invitation he needed. With one thrust his cock was gliding into me, and a sigh of total contentment escaped me. He began to slowly move his hips in and out, rotating a little so the head of his cock pressed against my g-spot and his pubis rubbed my clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting the fell of his skin on mine intermingle with everything else. Even the rub of his jeans on my thighs was making me go crazy.

I dug my nails into his back and began meeting his thrusts, my hips coming up off the blanket. Mark was making growling noises in his throat, panting against my ear. With a grunt, he sat up suddenly and grabbed my hips, sliding his hands under me to cup my ass. He began thrusting forcefully, effectively keeping me from moving, watching as his cock slid in and out.

I grabbed at the blanket, my second orgasm exploding through my body, making me scream out his name. He gave one last push with his hips, his cock going into me as far as I could take it, and yelled as his own climax took him. I relished the feel of his cock spurting deep inside me, milking him with my inner muscles. Another tremor shook through me, a smaller, sweeter orgasm than the other two. He was the only one who could do that to me.

Panting, Mark slowly released my ass and lay down on top of me, wrapping me up in his arms. I sighed and cuddled him close.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Was I ever mad at you?” I asked him, completely perplexed.

He started laughing. “I guess not…” he kissed the tip of my nose. “Want to head back to my room?”

“Nope…” I wiggled under him, then looked up at his face in the muted glow of the cell phones. “I’m still hungry. And we haven’t even touched the cherries yet.”