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  Salvaged

  Copyright © 2013 Chelsea Camaron

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  Published by Chelsea Camaron at Smashwords

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  Acknowledgements

  My Bobo- your confidence has always been addictive. You own your wild side whole heartedly and you inspire mine. I love you my sister always. And thanks for the daily texts making sure I was writing, some days I may have only written a sentence but you kept me on a roll.

  Hubbub and mom 2 thank you for the support and encouragement during this project. The many days I was ready to give up full of self -doubt and you both pushed me through.

  To my parents- Thank you for everything over the years, I love you both to pieces!!!!!!!!

  Wendy- Carolina girls always sweetie! Thank you for all your help in making this project become its best.

  Amanda- It has been a wild ride but here is to another one!!!!

  Maggie

  Excitement courses through me as I head to the office. Dina always spoils me and offering to pay for our vacation is so beyond wonderful. Brayden and I need this time away together. He has been working so hard in Ryder’s absence, and I can’t wait to be able to reconnect.

  Brayden has been distant lately but after four years together I am hoping it’s just work stresses. Ryder is back now and Brayden said he can take a week off. Brayden asked me to go away with him; I think this will be the time he finally proposes. Normally I wouldn’t want to leave Dina for a full week, but Ryder will take care of her.

  We arrive in Miami, check into our hotel, and immediately decide to check out the Miami night life.

  Wearing a barely there silver, backless, halter dress and heels I was ready to dance the night away. At five foot seven inches with my heels, my legs are going on for miles tonight. I put my hair in a loose up do, frame my eyes with a smoky shadow, and add a clear lip gloss to finalize my look.

  Brayden is dressed in his typical baggy jeans and t-shirt. He is six foot tall, more of a lanky build with a slight beer belly forming, which is especially noticeable when he stands next to a very toned and muscular Ryder. His dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, which hold such depth they make me melt every time he looks at me. We both love to go out. We met four years ago at a bar in Charlotte while we were both celebrating another finished semester of college.

  We arrive at Cameo nightclub in downtown Miami and immediately hit the dance floor. There is something about the atmosphere of a club that just takes over my senses. The bodies pressed together, each finding their own rhythm as the vibrations from the bass reverberates through the crowd.

  Having Brayden up against my back side running his hands all over my body as we move to the music is enough to bring my nipples to attention rubbing against the thin scrap of fabric, otherwise known as my dress. His hands roam, as we dance, moving the back of my barely there dress over the hills of my ass, leaving me exposed. My bare backside now grinding against the erection of his jeans is delightful friction. He then places one hand upon my breast and begins to tease it, while he plunges two fingers, from the other, into my hot core. I am so turned on I don’t care who sees me. When I am almost ready to explode, he stops.

  Grabbing me, he leads me to a back hallway, where he quickly pushes me up against the wall, freeing himself and pounding into me. Raw, needing passion, transfers between us as I have an earth shattering orgasm. Brayden follows right behind me. As we straighten ourselves, he smiles and whispers, “I love that you never wear panties, baby.”

  Maggie

  After a week of passion, love, and relaxation, I am one satisfied girl. Although Brayden didn’t propose, as expected, he has filled me with the reassurance that we will get married. There is something going on with him I just don’t know what exactly.

  The day before we left on our vacation, Brayden was injured from, what I thought to be, a car accident. I don’t know how he managed the pain while on our trip but it didn’t seem to slow him down.

  Last night, however, he came clean that he was not in an accident. Apparently, he got angry with Ryder, quit his job, and they got into a fist fight. I am pretty sure Brayden was on the losing end of that altercation.

  Ryder is the badass Brayden only wishes he could be. Since he met Dina a few years back, Ryder has mellowed out quite a bit. Even though they weren’t dating, he was changing because of her experiences. Heed this warning though he is not someone you would want to provoke.

  I am confused as to what is going on with Brayden. He means so much to me, but lately he feels like a stranger. How did we get so lost over the last four years? Where did the ease and happiness disappear to? Where is my Brayden?

  Brayden did go back to work for Ryder this morning, so apparently they have worked past their issues. I didn’t ask for details, although I probably should have.

  It is nice to get back to work. Dina and I have a few upcoming events to plan and promote. I choose to ignore the issues in my relationship right now and focus on the job tasks at hand.

  Dina, who has not been away on a trip since before her parents died, has an upcoming excursion with Ryder in a just a few days. They are delivering a finished car to a show for the owner to pick up. I am so happy she has opened her heart to Ryder.

  Dina and I go way back, she has been my friend through the cattiness of high school, the many boys who have come and gone over the years, and growing into an adult, during our college years. We both enjoyed our fair share of parties and frat boys in college, before Dina’s parents died. For a while there she withdrew. It got worse after her abusive relationship with Michael and the breakup that Ryder witnessed first-hand. Since getting together with Ryder I see my old friend again; the one full of zest for life, charisma, charm and love for other people. My Dina is back. I am so thankful because my instincts start screaming that I am going to need her.

  Brayden

  I have got to get my head on straight. I am about to lose everything. Ryder, thankfully, brushed aside my mistake and I am back to work. I am fed up with working so hard and it not being enough. I hope Ryder really comes through with this raise. I need it more than I will ever share with him.

  Maggie has no idea what is about to happen. I should tell her, prepare her. The selfish bastard I am, I just don’t want to rock the boat until absolutely necessary. Even then, I don’t know if I am man enough to face it.

  I am still sore from the cracked ribs and broken nose I suffered at the hand of Ryder, compounded by my own stupidity. I came clean to Maggie that it wasn’t a car accident. She didn’t ask about my car, so she hasn’t figured out its gone yet. That is another topic I don’t want to face with her. She loves me so much. Maybe because of that, I know she will forgive all the lie
s I have been telling and the many secrets I have been keeping. The saying love is blind is true. Maggie is blind to how messed up I really am.

  Being back to work is nice. I have a ring to buy after all. Ryder is taking Dina with him to the upcoming car show. I wonder if he is planning to propose. He has been in love with that girl from the night they first met and would do anything for Dina’s safety and happiness. If they get engaged first, that is a heart break that I am not sure how Maggie will take.

  Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for Dina and for Ryder. Dina deserves something safe and secure in her life. Ryder has turned in his player card to become a better man because of what we all witnessed with Dina’s ex. They both have danced around each other long enough; it’s nice to finally see them together. I just don’t need any more pressure about this proposal.

  I will never be a man like Ryder; I will never be half of that. I don’t have it in me to be good. I love Maggie, but honestly, I don’t deserve her love or companionship. After all, it should have been me all those years ago. The ghosts of my past will haunt me until my very last breath; possibly all eternity.

  Maggie

  Walking inside our house after work is always the best feeling for me. Brayden and I spent months looking at house after house before falling in love with this one. It’s a cozy one story, ranch style, three bedroom, and two bathroom house. Brayden has a detached garage for all his man toy needs. We are not far from Dina’s house or Brayden’s work.

  I decide to cook spaghetti for Brayden tonight, his all-time favorite meal. I love to tease him so I get dinner started and head to my room.

  I quickly strip off all my clothes and put on my black “kiss the cook” apron and red heels that match the lettering. What straight man wouldn’t love to come home to this? When Brayden walks in and see me he whistles.

  I smile seductively, “Hey there.”

  He smiles a wicked smile so full of promises, “Are you my appetizer or my dessert?”

  Crossing over to him, I answer, “Both baby, now take me hard, here and now.”

  With that he turns me around and bends me over the table. He holds my hands in place over my head as he drops his pants. He begins to pound into me hard and fast. The feeling as he is stretching and filling me is incredible. He is rough with his hips slamming hard into me, pushing me into the table. With his free hand, he begins slowly, gently massaging my ass just before the swift smack comes across my backside.

  I feel my body tighten with my building climax, when Brayden leans over and whispers in my ear, “No, no baby that release won’t come until later.”

  He slows his pace keeping me on edge. Suddenly, he pulls out of me and walks off to our bathroom.

  I am so wound up, but we have played this game before. The anticipation and final reward of release will have me seeing stars later.

  We sit at the table for dinner, me still clothed only by an apron and Brayden only in his boxers. We eat, both teasing one another, with each passing moment. If you are more than half naked while twirling noodles around a fork, it becomes a battle of sensual wills as to who will ravish the other first.

  After what felt like hours, but was really mere minutes, my body is aching in need. I walk over to his chair making sure to squat in front of him exposing myself. I pull his erection free, gently stroking him. I slowly lean in licking up and down his member rubbing the piece of ice in my mouth along it. I lick the head swirling around it while massaging his balls and then firmly tugging knowing the pressure is building up in him.

  “Enough” he commands, “ride me now.”

  And ride him I did. As I begin the tightening climb to my ecstasy, Brayden smacks my ass while simultaneously biting my nipple; the pressure sends me over the edge, exploding around him. He massages my backside from the spanking while gently kissing my neck and breast as I travel through the waves of aftershocks. My core is milking him as my body is trembling when Brayden finds his own release.

  We get up from the table, Brayden leading me to our bedroom. As much as he does wild and kinky, he also loves to slow down and cherish my body.

  He gently kisses me, “Oh, baby, you are my fire and my ice. You are my wild and my calm.”

  He holds me close, “I am going to run a bubble bath for us. Mmmmmm I love you, Maggie.”

  In the bath, Brayden gently washes every part of me. He takes his time to massage my feet and legs. He tickles me with kisses as he massages my neck and shoulders. The scalp massage he gives me while washing my hair is enough to almost put me to sleep in the tub. He rinses my hair thoroughly, and then helps me out of the tub. After drying me off, we go to bed.

  “Maggie, you know I like the fast and hard side of you, but I love when I can treasure your body slowly and deliberately. I love you Mags, now and always.” With that he enters me, making slow love to me until exhaustion over takes us both.

  Brayden

  Coming home tonight to see Maggie in nothing but an apron has my body immediately at attention. Knowing that this beautiful woman wants me is an indescribable feeling. I purposely bring her to the very brink of satisfaction and stop knowing that the anticipation will carry a more intense orgasm later. My pleasure comes from making the stars dance in her mind in orgasm.

  When she is in the kitchen ready for me like this, I smile thinking back to our first time. It was four years ago, we had just started dating a few months before and she invited me over for dinner. At the time, she shared an apartment with Dina. She was in the kitchen attempting to cook. I came over and began to kiss her. She was wearing a sun dress. As my hand came around, roaming up her dress to cup her ass I found she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was so turned on by that we had sex right there on the kitchen counter. Dinner was burned so we had to order out and it turns out my dear Maggie, doesn’t ever wear panties. Oh what a lucky man am I!

  Sex has always been a driving force and powerful connection for Maggie and me. She is not big on talking shop or anything cars for that matter, I am not much for shoes, so other than sex and drinking we don’t have a lot in common. Her sense of humor keeps me laughing all the time. She is a little klutzy at time, mainly from the shoes she wears but it’s cute. The last four years with her have been the absolute the happiest of my life. I can escape the thoughts in my head and just be lost in her body.

  Her love for me is beyond any intensity that anyone has ever felt for me including my own family. She accepts me as I am and has never once pried into my history, my childhood, or even pressed me for information about my friends. We just fit together no questions necessary. I have never had such complete acceptance from anyone like she gives me. I know this euphoria is not a feeling I deserve but I just can’t walk away from her.

  Maggie

  It’s Sunday, so I decide to spend the day at home watching movies. Brayden is at work. Dina is gone still with Ryder at the car show. Apparently Brayden took my car to the shop today, I guess his old charger is messed up, I don’t know, he hasn’t said anything but he hasn’t driven the car home in a few months.

  My phone rings, looking at the caller ID, I smile, “Hi, Daddy.”

  He answers, “Hey, Princess, how is my girl?”

  I love that he still calls me princess. “Relaxing today, what are you and mom getting into?” I ask him. My parents hardly ever stay still, always traveling or going off to do community stuff with their motorcycle club.

  “For today, we are going on a poker run with the club. We are thinking about coming to visit you and Dina for a weekend.”

  I smile thinking my parents are the best and love Dina like their own. “We would love to have you visit; in fact, we will be fighting over whose house you should stay at.” We chat for a few more minutes before ending the call.

  My dad, Harold Lawson is a retired marine. He and my mom, Marguerite decided to move our family to coastal North Carolina after he retired which happened to be my freshmen year of high school. Dina and I were fast friends and she is now my sister practically.


  My parents and Dina’s parents were close and were part of the same motorcycle club. When her parents passed, my parents just stepped in any way they could to comfort and support Dina. Even my two older brothers have adopted Dina. Ryder has met them before but he has no idea what he is in for when they visit next, especially Harrison, he has always been the most overprotective.

  I am relaxing on the couch when a knock sounds at my door.

  There is a deputy sheriff on the porch, “Can I help you?” I ask.

  He hands me a paper, asking me to sign an acknowledgement of receipt. “Excuse me, what is this?”

  He looks serious, “Ma’am I tried to serve these Friday and you weren’t home. This is a ten day writ of execution. The bank that owns your house has completed the fore closure process. You have ten days to vacate. And you have now officially been served.” With that he walks away leaving me astonished at my situation.

  I immediately call Brayden, this must be a mistake. He doesn’t answer and damn it I don’t have a car to go find him either. As the enormity of my situation engulfs me I can’t stop the hysterics.

  I call Dina. I need my best friend now and desperately. I know she is away and I am intruding on her vacation, but I don’t know what to do. I hate to bother her while she is with Ryder at the car show, I don’t want to mess up any business he may be handling, but I need her and now.

  I can’t control my crying enough to say anything more to her than come home now.

  Brayden

  It’s Sunday and I feel trapped, stir crazy. I take off for a day out and about in Maggie’s car. She won’t question where I am going; she will just assume I am at the shop. I will stop by there later and work a bit.

  I don’t know how to tell Maggie just how bad things are about to get. How do you tell the woman you love the one person to totally accept you, by the way I not only blew all of my money, but yours too? That house you picked out, yeah sweetheart, it now belongs to the bank. My car that we made so many memories in, yup a dad who frequents the garage bought it for his punk son. Oh yes, Maggie you found a real winner in me, I lost it all. We have nothing left except your car.