Crash, p.1
Crash, page 1
Contents
Crash
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Crash
Copyright©2016 Lizzie Hart Stevens
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jacob Rodney
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser – RBA Designs
Editing: Pam Brown
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Prologue
Brea
My hands fumble to unfasten the clasp on Crash’s black suit pants as quick as I can. I don’t care if he is the cockiest, most pig-headed jerk I know. I need to get laid, right here, right now. We made a deal. No talking about the past. No kissing. No emotions. Just sex.
I throw my head back and moan as Crash bites my nipple through my navy blue satin gown.
“Ouch! That hurts, asshole,” I lie, as I quickly jerk his pants down to his knees.
“Give it up, baby doll, you fucking love it. Your wet pussy just called your bluff,” he growls as he rubs his finger between my bare folds. “And you didn’t wear any panties to your best friend’s wedding?” He takes my other nipple between his teeth and gently tugs. “You’ve been planning to ride this dick since the engagement party months ago, haven’t you? The moment you knew that you and I would have to be around each other again.”
“Shut up, Crash.”
I throw one leg over him on the seat of the limo as he reaches behind me and unzips my dress.
I quickly shuffle it over my head and push him back onto the seat behind him.
“And no bra. It really is my lucky day.”
Little does he know, I’ve been waiting for this day since high school. He was just too self-absorbed to notice just how badly I wanted him.
I reach between my legs and grip his dick tightly, causing him to hiss. His blue eyes fill with lust as I slowly rub the tip back and forth along my clit, teasing it at my opening.
“Crash, seriously. Don’t talk anymore. Just fuck me. Hard and fast.” My breath is unsteady anticipating his next move. My mind is clouded with lust but also tortured with the fact that this is all going to be over soon. Crash is a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy, but the school girl crush I’ve had on the asshole since high school never truly went away. I guess I’m hoping this one quick fuck will get him out of my system. After Coen and Lexi’s wedding is over today, I can go back to avoiding him and pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind where they belong.
He never noticed me in high school. He was always too busy fucking and flirting with the entire cheerleading squad to pay any attention to a band geek like me.
That was eight years ago. I’ve changed a lot since then. I don’t even think he realizes who I am. The only reason he’s probably paying any attention at all to me is because I’m Lexi’s maid of honor and Leigh, Lexi’s one and only bridesmaid, is taken. If Crash even thought about putting the moves on Leigh, her long-time boyfriend, Cory, would tear him to shreds.
I shake my head and focus back on the task at hand. I slowly ease on to his cock, pausing once the head is inside of me, teasing him a moment as my pussy throbs and clenches around him.
A Cheshire grin spreads across his face. He grips my ass hard with both hands as he slams into me and holds me there.
“Oh, you’re going to get it sweetheart, but that smart little mouth of yours isn’t running this show. I am.”
He smacks my ass and lifts me off him, almost causing my fancy, wedding up-do hair to hit the roof of the limo.
“Oh, watch it there, sweetness. Let’s take care of that.”
Crash reaches over and pushes the button to open the sunroof.
“Are you fucking insane? Don’t open that,” I protest. Someone might hear us and the last thing I want is for anyone to find out I’m actually letting this sexy, self-absorbed jerk near me. No one knows I’ve had this secret crush on him all these years despite the fact that he’s such an ass. I’ll look like another one of his sluts if anyone finds out.
He places the finger that was just inside of me over my lips.
“We’re just having a little fun. Loosen up.” His voice is soothing and sincere. For a split second, I almost let myself believe that he might even care. But that’s ridiculous. Crash only cares about Crash.
I watch as he carefully takes off his suit jacket and places it neatly onto the bench seat across from us.
“Don’t tell me what to do. Just fuck me and let’s get out of here before someone see us together.”
He pauses momentarily. The look in his crystal blue eyes is almost like I hurt his feelings. I start to feel bad. Maybe I should be a little less of a bitch. But then he slowly shakes his head and smirks.
With a cat-like reflex, he grabs my legs before I can register what he’s doing. He sits me on his shoulders and starts to laugh. My head is sticking out of the open sunroof into the cool, evening air.
I look around frantically outside. No one else is around and the only sound I can hear is the reverberation of the cheesy wedding reception music from the dance hall across the parking lot. You know the song I’m talking about. The one that everyone says they hate but somehow seem to know all the popular moves to.
I reach down and grip Crash’s sandy-blond hair hard in my hands as his laughter vibrates against my sensitive clit. I bite my lip and pull his head back while trying to stifle a moan.
“You should try using your manners there, baby doll.” He gives my clit a quick flick with his tongue. “You’ll learn one way or another. I don’t take orders from bossy little fire-crackers like you.”
I brace my hands under the roof of the limo in hopes of keeping my tits inside the car. I have to admit though, the chance that someone, anyone, could walk out of that dance hall right now and see me, is really kind of turning me on even more.
Crash growls as I give his hair another tug, and grips my hips a little tighter.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll wonder why you ever hated me.”
“Ha! I’m not getting my hopes up.” The lie is out of my mouth faster than I can blink. If only he knew the truth. “You’ll always be an ass…”
My train of thought derails as Crash’s tongue enters me. Licking and sucking. Devouring me as if we hadn’t just finished dinner an hour ago. He slaps my ass again while he continues thrusting his tongue, in and out, alternating with a few hard sucks on my clit. Thrust, thrust, flick, suck. Thrust, thrust, flick, suck. He gently blows a cool breeze over my wet skin causing me to shiver against him. His shortly trimmed beard rubbing on my sensitive skin sends goose bumps up my spine. My breathing accelerates and each breath becomes more shallow. He doesn’t let up. He continues his hypnotically delicious pattern over and over again until I’m biting my lip to stop myself from screaming his name as he sends me over the edge.
I close my eyes and let the release wash over me, resting my head on the top of the car. After the sensation starts to pass, I take deep breaths of the fresh night air, trying to gather my bearings. As Crash gently slides out from underneath me, I hear a familiar voice coming from the other side of the car.
“Brea! Are you…? Oh my god, you are. Aren’t you?” Lexi gasps.
I slowly spin around as to not flash her my bare tits. She looks gorgeous in her wedding gown with her new, tall tattooed husband on her arm.
She shakes her head and Coen clears his throat.
“I know this is probably a long shot, but, uh, you wouldn’t happen to have Crash in there with you would you, Thumper?”
Coen gave me that nickname because he said when we first met that day in the diner I reminded him of Thumper: cute, bouncy and a bit obnoxious.
“Nope. Haven’t seen him since we were all having dinner,” I lie as I peek inside the limo to see Crash zipping up his pants.
Thanks, guys. Way to ruin the moment.
Lexi squints at me. She’s known me for too long. She can tell I’m hiding something.
“Well, if you see him,” Coen says, “would you mind telling him we need him inside for a minute, please?”
Lexi subtly shakes her head at me in disbelief again.
“Sure, Coen. You bet.”
“Thanks. And get out of the limo before the driver gets back from his break, will ya?”
They both shake their heads and laugh as they walk back over to the hall. I duck down back inside the limo and see that Crash is fully dressed again and buttoning u
“What the fuck, Crash?” I throw my hands up in frustration.
“I told you, baby doll. I don’t take orders from sassy little fire-crackers with no manners.” He smirks. “Maybe next time you’ll say ‘please’ when you’re beggin’ for this.” He grabs his cock over his pants before tossing me my dress and giving me a wink. “And besides, you heard the boss man. I’m needed inside.”
You’re needed here too, jerk.
“Oh, and thanks for the dessert.”
Just like that, he quickly steps out of the limo and heads back toward the hall as Coen requested.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute we’re sneering at each other from across the head table. A few glasses of wine later I was following him across the parking lot to get some CD’s out of his truck for Coen and somehow that turned into agreeing to have a quick fuck because we were both horny.
I can’t decide if I’m disappointed or pissed off. Maybe both. He might be, no, he is, an asshole. But my god, he has the most gorgeous, perfect cock I have ever seen. More beautiful than I had ever dreamed it would be.
But where does he get off trying to teach me manners?
I throw my dress back on in a huff and sneak out of the limo. As I walk past Crash’s truck on the way back, a hand reaches out from behind the tailgate causing me to squeal.
It’s Crash.
The jerk should have been inside by now.
He spins me around and pulls me into him for a sensual, passionate kiss. For a moment, I almost forget who I’m kissing, but I can taste myself on his lips. My heart is pounding in my chest. My body temperature just went up about a thousand degrees. My palms are sweaty. My legs are weak. Crash kissing me is everything I had ever imagined and hoped it would be.
I quickly come to my senses and push him away in an attempt to catch my breath and in hopes that no one has seen.
“The deal was no kissing, Zane.” I use his real name. This isn’t just fun and games anymore. If he wants to play dirty, then I will too.
His eyes go dark and his cheeky smirk fades.
I turn and walk away as I hear him behind me say, “This isn’t over, baby doll. Not by a long shot.”
Chapter 1
Brea
Have you ever had a crush on guy who was a complete asshole? I’m talking every time you see him, he’s just a total ass, but no matter how many times he makes fun of you or embarrasses you, you’re still strangely attracted to him and you have no earthly idea why. That’s how I feel about Zane, or as everyone knows him now, Crash Connors.
The summer before my senior year of high school, my parents wanted to spend a couple of months traveling around Europe and Asia, but with my fear of flying, I opted to stay behind. They offered to leave me some money for food and things, since I was old enough to stay home alone, but I thought it was a great opportunity to spend some quality time with my grandparents on their farm. I had always loved spending time out there, away from the hustle and bustle of living in town. Nothing but gravel roads, blue sky and farm land as far as the eye could see.
My grandparents didn’t own any of the actual farmland, they just rented a few acres from one of the farmers so they could enjoy the peace and quiet of living in the country and have a place to raise a few chickens. One of my grandma’s favorite things in this world was her fresh eggs, straight from her very own hen house. She had always said they were the secret ingredient to her dumplings.
My aunt Emily and my cousin Tac lived less than a quarter of a mile away. Tac and I didn’t always have a lot to say to each other, but it was nice to have someone my age close by to hang out with while I was visiting.
One particular day during that summer is one that I will never forget. I had been outside in the yard all day, helping Grandpa with the gardening. My ratty old denim shorts and Johnny Cash tank top were smudged with dirt, and my hair was in a messy bun with loose strands popping out here and there. What did I care? There was no one around to see me. No one that would actually care what I looked like, at least.
“Brea, would you please do your dear grandma a favor and run this carton of fresh eggs over to your Aunt Emily’s?” Grandma wipes the sweat from her brow with the tea towel hanging over her shoulder and hands me the carton.
“Sure, Grandma.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. And take your time. I think your grandfather is lying down for his afternoon nap any how.” She kisses my cheek and turns to walk back inside.
I brush the dirt off my clothes and tuck the loose strands of hair behind my ears as I start the walk through the empty field to Aunt Emily’s house.
When I make it to the other side and into her yard, I notice an unfamiliar truck in the driveway. Maybe I won’t be staying for a visit after all. I wouldn’t want to intrude while they have company. I knock on the door as I stare at the truck. Maybe it’s Tac’s.
A minute later, Aunt Emily opens the door.
“Brea! What a wonderful surprise.” She pulls me in for a tight hug. She always gave the best ones.
“Hi, Aunt Em.” I smile and follow her inside where I’m greeted by the aroma of something baking in the kitchen. “It smells delicious in here. What are you making?” The words are out of my mouth before I remember she must have company.
“I just pulled a fresh, home-made apple crumble out of the oven.” She smiles. “Why don’t you go on in to the living room and have a seat. I’ll just put these eggs away and I’ll fix you a dish with some vanilla ice cream.”
“Oh, I don’t want to stay if you have company, Aunt Em.”
“Don’t be silly, girl, you are welcome here any time. Besides, it’s just Tac’s friend. They’re playing video games.” She rolls her eyes and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Little do they know, they have about twenty minutes left before I pull the plug and send them out to mow the lawn.”
Tac’s new friend. The words reverberate in my head. My curiosity gets the better of me and I decide to go sneak a peek at this new friend of his. Maybe he’s cute.
“Okay, Aunt Em. I’ll just go say hi to Tac real quick and then I’ll come have some of that amazing smelling apple crumble.”
I walk down the hallway to Tac’s room. The door is open, but just a crack. I can hear them rapidly hitting the buttons on their game controllers as they laugh and trash talk each other over whatever it is they’re playing.
“Dude, I almost had you,” Tac says. They both laugh.
I can just see the backs of their heads through the crack in the door. They’re sitting on the floor at the foot of Tac’s bed, directly in front of the TV. Tac’s new friend is sitting closest to the door.
“You almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car.” The unfamiliar, deep, sexy voice quotes The Fast and the Furious movie.
They must be playing a car game of some sort. This has me even more curious. I love cars. And I love racing games. I can hear Aunt Emily still rattling dishes around in the kitchen so I decide to peek my head in Tac’s room and knock. I’m not even going to dare going inside with my clothes such a mess from working in the garden with Grandpa all morning.
“Hi, Tac.” I lean on the doorknob and keep the door pulled close to me to hide my clothes.
Tac turns his head just quick enough to see that it’s me and then his attention is immediately back to the TV.
“Oh, hey Brea.”
“What are you guys playing?”
“New Need for Speed.” Tac doesn’t speak in a full sentence; he’s so wrapped up in this game.
“Cool. Is that a ’69 Camaro?” As usual, the questions are flying out of my mouth faster than my brain can think to stop them. I know these guys probably don’t want some girl standing here asking them anything or talking to them while they’re playing their game, but I just can’t help it. This friend of Tac’s sounds cute, and while I’m really not looking my best today, I kind of want to see his face.
Suddenly the game pauses.
It looks like I’m about to get my wish. Tac’s friend turns around and I’m greeted with the most crystal clear blue eyes I have ever seen.
Oh my god, I’m staring. Stop it, Brea.
But I can’t help it. His eyes are hypnotizing.
“Come on, man. It’s just my cousin. Un-pause the game so I can finish kicking your fucking ass.”
