Crash

by Amity Cross

  I nodded, and his eyes darkened at the thought of getting sweaty together. He wasn’t the only one.

  “Well then, I’m sure I’ll be able to show you a thing or two, Vee.”

  “Really?” I asked coyly.

  “Fucking oath.”

  “Me and my aching thighs thank you,” I said, backing away. Getting hot and sweaty with a hunky AUFC fighter? Yes please.

  He ran his hand over his face and shook his head. “Tonight.”

  He was totally doing his command and conquer thing, and all I could do was nod.

  “Tonight,” I replied, my coffee mug almost slipping through my fingers.

  I was looking forward to it.

  **

  “Wow.”

  Lincoln stood in the middle of Ash’s home gym looking awed. My brother had the full setup going on since he was such a junkie. Weights, a treadmill and bike, punching bags and mats—the whole kit and caboodle.

  I stood beside him in a T-shirt and shorts, my feet bare, ready to get started with my humiliation. He still had his Pulse shirt and Everlast shorts on from work like he was always ready to go flex his muscles if he needed to. You know, like how Superman wore his costume underneath his suit in case of bad guys.

  “It might be the shit,” I said, “but I don’t have a clue what to do with any of it.”

  “Well, what do you want to achieve? General fitness, skill or something else?”

  “I reckon not dying after running five meters would do the trick.” I glanced at him awkwardly. “Maybe some self-defense?”

  He smiled and turned toward me. “You’ve got it. Grappling with the lady.”

  I slapped him in the arm. “Lincoln.”

  “Can’t help it, Vee. You’ve awoken the beast.”

  Shying away, I bit on my bottom lip. His beast? He’d well and truly awoken mine.

  “To start, we should get some meat on those bones,” he declared.

  “Are you implying I’m—”

  “Sexy as hell? Yeah.” He pointed to the mat. “Come here, and I’ll show you where to start.”

  I gave him a look and assumed the position. To start off with, he showed me some basic stretches that had me twisting and turning in all directions. Then he made me lift some of those little weights to build strength in my arms, and to my horror, he commanded me to do squats—which he took great enjoyment out of—followed by a set of sit-ups where I could hardly get myself up of the floor. I practically rolled around like a useless lump, but all he did was hold my ankles and kneel over me with a stupid grin on his face.

  “You’re enjoying torturing me,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  “Nup,” he retorted. “I’m enjoying watching you bend over and watching your boobs bounce up and down. Torture never came to mind.”

  “You’re such a man.”

  “You’re such a woman.”

  I sat up and scowled at him. “What’s that meant to mean?”

  His eyes darkened. “It’s meant to mean you’re fucking hot when you get sweaty, Vee.”

  Sucking in a sharp breath, I leaned forward. “Look who’s talking.”

  “You like sweaty men?”

  Biting my lip, I nodded. “Mmm…” Before his lips could meet mine, I stood and laughed.

  “Wicked,” he said, rising to his feet. “You’re having way too much fun with this.”

  “Isn’t that a good thing?” After so much time being awkward and shy around him, it was liberating being so free in his company.

  “It’s a very good thing.”

  I stepped closer, drawn to him like a magnet.

  “Want to try something more?” he asked.

  “Like what?”

  “Showering…together.”

  He moved behind me, his chest pressing into my back. A dark memory exploded into my mind as I felt his crotch against my ass, and I twisted away.

  “Vee?”

  I bent over at the waist and wrapped my hands around my knees, breathing heavily. It was only a little panic attack, but things had been going so well I’d hoped I was rid of them for good. Fat fucking chance. Things were never going to be that easy.

  “Vee?” Lincoln asked again, his voice full of concern.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered, lowering myself to the floor.

  Lincoln folded his big form onto the mat beside me, keeping distance between our bodies. Close, but not close enough to touch. “What happened?”

  I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts. We’d have to talk about it eventually. That night. Sooner or later, things would escalate and we’d try to have sex. What would happen if I freaked out on him, right at the last second? There was frustration and then there was frustration.

  “When—” I took a deep breath, my words already beginning to burn. “When he…”

  “Violet,” Lincoln said firmly, “You don’t have to—”

  “Please,” I interrupted. “Please, just let me say this. It’s important.”

  He sighed heavily, placing his hands on the mat on either side of me.

  Taking a deep breath, I murmured, “When he attacked me…it was from behind. Like that.”

  “Then, I won’t do that again. Just tell me when it’s too much, okay?”

  I smiled. He just kept surprising me. For a fighter, he sure was the epitome of a sensitive new age guy.

  “Okay,” I replied.

  He grinned wickedly. “So…you’re telling me I have to be the little spoon?”

  Despite myself, I burst out into laughter. “Lincoln.”

  Placing his big hands onto my thighs, he said, “Got you to laugh.”

  “I guess it’s good that you already know.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  I grimaced. “I can avoid spelling out all the awkward details every time I freeze up when things get too far.”

  “It wouldn’t have mattered,” he said.

  The darkness that had threatened to overwhelm me had faded into the background, and the Violet I had been trying to breathe life into surfaced. “Do you want to take that shower?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Taking my hand, he led me upstairs, through my room and into the bathroom beyond.

  He peeled off his T-shirt and let it fall to the floor before standing at my side. Leaning down, he grazed his lips along my shoulder, sending bolts of electricity right between my legs. I edged closer, and his arms enveloped me.

  We were going to shower together…naked. He’d seen all of me and then some, but I had yet to see every inch of him. It was a small part, but it was the biggest one of all. Removing that last barrier between me and the thing that scared me the most was sending me into overdrive. A piece of cotton. That was it.

  “Lincoln?” I asked, watching him in the mirror.

  “Hmm…” he murmured, moving his mouth along my neck.

  “I—” All the words I thought I was going to say in that moment, disappeared.

  Twisting in his arms, I pressed against his chest, my arms snaking around his neck. Our lips met, and we kissed. The feel of his mouth against mine was a lot more tolerable than it had been the first time we were in this position. His tongue was against mine, his lips hard and hungry, and I answered him in kind.

  Without letting my head overtake my heart, I let him go and pulled my T-shirt over my head. It fell to the floor as Lincoln’s gaze fell onto my exposed breasts.

  “Vee.” He gasped, before pulling my body against his and kissing me again.

  “What?” I buried my fingers into his hair and tugged.

  “We’ve gotta stop…”

  I could feel my arousal dampening my knickers, and a dangerous thought entered my mind. I wanted to try. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man make love to me with kindness and passion. I wanted Lincoln to be the first. I dreamed about his hands, I fantasized about his touch… He’d taken me with his mouth and his hand, but I wanted him to take me the rest of the way.

  Shaking my head, I whispered, “Don’t.” His fac
e twisted into confusion, and I held onto him tighter. “Please, Lincoln,” I begged. “Please.”

  Resting his forehead against mine, he closed his eyes tightly, allowing his hands to run over my breasts. They traveled ever downward, across my stomach and over my waist until his fingers curled into the hem of my shorts.

  “Are you sure?” he whispered, his gaze meeting mine.

  “Yes.”

  Without hesitation, he pushed both my shorts and underwear down to the floor and then shoved his own over his hips. My gaze dropped, and there he was, every hard inch of him. For the first time, we both stood naked before one another.

  Reaching out, my fingers traced the lines of his hips and across the defined V that led down to his cock. Hesitating as I felt the base of his erection, I dropped my hand away. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the top of my head.

  “When you’re ready,” he murmured.

  I tried again, lifting my hand and wrapping it around him. I’d never touched a man here before, and uncertainty began to overwhelm my actions.

  “Here,” he said, taking my hand. He curled my fingers around his shaft and guided my palm up, then down. “Like this.”

  I stood against him and allowed him to guide me, learning what he liked.

  “Vee,” he murmured, his breathing beginning to pick up.

  He flexed his hips, pushing into my hand gently, and I took it that it meant he was enjoying this. Confidence began to spark anew, and finally, it was my turn to pleasure him.

  Just as my hand began to move faster, he curled his fingers around my wrist and pulled me away. I mewled in protest, but he just shook his head.

  “Another time, Vee. This is about you.”

  “I want to give you want you gave me,” I whispered.

  “I know,” he replied, pushing my hair behind my ears. “But believe me, this will be just as good for me.”

  Lifting me up onto the edge of the vanity, he coaxed my legs open and moved between them. Easing a thick finger into me, he swirled his palm over my clit.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I nodded, trusting him to take it slow, and he did, massaging me with his hand until I was rolling against him, chasing the orgasm that was already building way too fast.

  “Fuck, I want you so much, Vee,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

  “Please.” I gasped, fisting my hands into his hair. I ached for more, for everything…

  Abruptly, he pulled away, his fingers leaving me, and I moaned in complaint. Bending over, he fished around in his clothes and brought out a little square packet. Watching him with interest, he tore it open and rolled on a condom until he was sheathed. Then he returned to his position between my legs, and reality began to settle in. My heartbeat quickened until it was thumping furiously in my chest, blood whooshing around in my ears. This was really going to happen.

  “We can go into the bedroom,” he murmured, rubbing has hands over my breasts.

  “I can see here,” I whispered, glancing down. The counter was cold underneath my ass, but I was too aroused to care.

  “Shit,” he hissed. “You sure you don’t know what you’re doing because that’s hot. Watching like that.”

  I swallowed hard. “No clue but it seems less scary this way.”

  “Your wish is my command. Ready?”

  I nodded. “I need you, Lincoln. Please.”

  With a tense sigh, he pressed the head of his cock against my opening, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my breathing accelerating. Heaviness began to weigh on my heart, and the feeling that I couldn’t escape bubbled up to the surface.

  “Vee,” Lincoln urged. “Look at me.” My eyes snapped open and locked onto his. “Okay?”

  I nodded, my hands clamping down on his shoulders. “Keep going.”

  His hands tightened on my hips, and he pushed in further, the pressure unfamiliar but oh so good. He pulled me onto his cock until his pelvis met mine, and I was full. He held firm, allowing me to get used to the feeling of him inside me. His whole body shook against mine with restrained energy, but we were together at last. Moving my hands from his shoulders, I cupped his face, pulling his lips to mine. I kissed him desperately, locking my legs around his waist.

  “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine.

  “Is that good?” I asked, my nipples taut against his chest.

  “It’s very fucking good.” His hips moved, and I felt his cock swell. “I’m going to pull back.” My eyes widened, and I nodded, clutching onto him for dear life. “It’s going to feel good, Vee. So fucking good. I promise.”

  He eased back and held before sliding in again. My body pressed against his once more, and it felt good. I could do this. I could do it with him.

  “Look at me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Watch me, Violet. Let me make you feel good.”

  I moved against his body, thrusting my breasts against his chest. Physically, I knew what to do, but my mind was holding me back. I wanted him to make me come and erase all the negativity that was threatening to take me away… I wanted it so badly.

  I didn’t know if I should call it fucking or making love, but as we moved together, I was enraptured with the sensation pulsing through my body. It was a million times better than when he’d brought me to climax with his mouth. All sparks and hot flashes of pleasure. He grunted as he thrust, his fingers tightening on my waist, his eyes fixed on mine.

  “Say my name,” he urged as he began to move faster. He was asking me to focus on him, to let him guide me through this.

  “Lincoln.” I would’ve screamed his name if he asked.

  He filled me once more, increasing his pace as he drew his cock out and thrust again. I pressed my forehead against his as sweat began to bead across my body and pleasure rose. It was the same feeling as when he’d touched me before, the slow unbearable build. It was a promise of what was coming next, but this time, we would experience it together.

  “Let go,” he grunted, his skin reddening as he drove into me. “Feel it, Vee. Let me give this to you.”

  “Lincoln.”

  I moved against him, riding his cock hard, and he moved faster and faster, our skin coming together until I couldn’t bear it anymore. Sensation exploded through my clit, heightening as he kept thrusting. It crashed into me, taking my breath away, and all I could see were stars. Stars and Lincoln.

  He grunted and buried his cock deep inside me. I felt him pulse as he came, his skin hot to the touch. He paused, and right then, we had a perfect moment where we were together, just him and me, and nothing else mattered.

  His hands wandered, running up and down my back, then around my waist before cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Before long, he took my mouth with his, our tongues exploring softly.

  “Vee,” he murmured.

  “Lincoln,” I replied with a sigh.

  “You’re incredible.” His eyes were hooded, his cock still firmly inside me.

  Everywhere his hands touched, my overloaded body burned in a really good way. I didn’t want him to stop stroking my skin and massaging my swollen breasts. The fear of a man’s touch that I’d held all this time was gone. He took it. He took it and kept his promise.

  Violet Fuller was alive.

  Twenty-Seven

  Lincoln

  I’d known it all along, and shit, I liked it when I was right.

  With the right woman, sex was more than just physical release, but I didn’t know how to explain the feeling. I had no words.

  Violet was curled up in my arms, her tiny hands wrapped around my waist, her nakedness refreshing against my skin. Up until now, waking up next to her had been great and all, but having her like this? Epic.

  Turning my head, I pressed my lips against her hair. I was glad she chose me.

  My movement must’ve woken her because she moved against my side, rubbing her clit against my hip. She sighed softly—this
long, satisfied, and contented sigh—her hand moving and landing on my nipple[CS1] . Her thumb circled and I closed my eyes, reveling in her touch.

  “I’ve created a monster,” I muttered sleepily.

  “Quit your complaining,” she replied, rubbing her hand over my stomach.

  “One thing I’ll never complain about, Vee, is sex. I’ll take it anytime, anywhere.”

  Her eyes widened. “Anywhere?”

  “That wasn’t literal.” Shit, sometimes her innocence blindsided me.

  “Good, ‘cos I don’t want to share you.”

  Her words hit me right where it counted, and I tightened my grip on her. Damn straight. I didn’t want to share her either.

  Rolling onto my side, I coaxed her onto her back and pressed my knee between her legs.

  “Are you?” She gasped as I flexed against her leg.

  I let a smile pull at the corner of my mouth. “Good morning.”

  Placing a kiss on her neck, she moved underneath me, grinding her leg against my cock.

  “We don’t have to,” I muttered, moving my mouth until it was against her breast.

  “I like it,” she whispered. “After all this time fearing it…” She trailed off, her green eyes beginning to glass.

  Oh, no you don’t.

  Moving over her, her legs widened, and I settled between them, cupping her face in my hands. “Is this okay?”

  She nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “It doesn’t bother me when it’s you.”

  “Good.” I caught her mouth with my thumb, pulling her lip free, and then I kissed her.

  She began to grind underneath me again, massaging her thigh against my hardening cock. I moaned into her mouth, tangling my hands in her hair. Matching her rhythm, I hoped she was pleased with herself. Vee was fast becoming very good at turning me on and getting what she wanted.

  When I pulled away to find another condom, she groaned in complaint, letting her fingers rub over her clit in my absence.

  “Shit,” I hissed, fishing around in my wallet for the last condom I had on me.

  “Is this good?” she asked.

  “Where do you learn this stuff?” I asked, returning to my position over her.

  “Books.”