All Chapters of A Dare For Love - Marco's Story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Marco was starving. He was always ravenous after school, and he wondered what his mum would have for him today. Maybe it would be those fabulous chocolate chip cookies; they were huge, all soft and chocolatey, they were delicious. He got off the bus at the end of the drive and wandered up towards the house. He would sit in the studio listening to the music mum was playing; he would eat his cookies and watch her paint. He loved watching his mum paint he wondered if she had finished the rainy picture, it was all black skies, and that thing in France, that tower thingy, sounds like trifle. He loved the lightning that was striking it. Mum said it was symbolic. He was not sure what that meant, but if his mum said so, it must be. It might be something to do with his dad. He missed his dad, and he didn’t know when he would be coming back. Marco was sure his dad hadn’t meant to leave him, even though he had heard Mrs Hutchinson saying that it was cruel that

He knelt and placed her on the blanket. "You're so beautiful," He whispered as he trailed a finger around the edge of her bikini top. He slid his warm hand behind her back, untying the bow, and pulled the triangular material out of the way. He trailed kisses over her collarbone and making a path with the tip of his tongue he sucked, licked and rolled her beautiful nipples.  "Little Holly berries," he laughingly called them, making her blush again. He kissed across her ribs and down to her bi

Dearest Holly,Is this a surprise? I imagine it is. I'm taking a chance I know, but you have been on my mind, and I did promise you a love letter. You are not always at the front of my mind, but you are there, running about, dodging between things I need to do for work, the people who want a part of me. You run between the other guys in the band, and you definitely run between the girls kicking them out of the way.  I've taken to going for long drives; sometimes it's the only way I can be alone, the only way I can think about you without distraction. It's also pissing people off because I'm not where I am supposed to be. Instead, I'm driving around the Surrey countryside thinking of you.  I  have written three songs about you, my love, not all of them will be used, but one definitely will be. I should explain. I didn't mean to deceive you with my identity, it was so liberating to be anonymous, to just be me, not to use