Crashed

by Dawn Robertson

His words took her off guard. She expected him to spill about the emotional mess of losing his mother and the days of stress they’d just lived through. Instead, he was opening up to her about their relationship, something she hadn’t even thought about since making their way to Georgia.

  She inhaled sharply, completely taken off guard. “Yes, there is something really special between us, something I’ve never felt before.” She ran her fingers through his messy hair while gazing at his face, mentally cataloging the way he looked right at this moment. His strong jaw was lightly covered by two days of stubble, his eyes slightly puffy from the tears he’d shed. But despite the rough days, he still looked absolutely edible. Slowly, her fingers drifted down his still body, running circles along his taut stomach.

  “Good. Because, I don’t know if I could move on from all this without you by my side,” Avery whispered, moving in to gently kiss her, weaving his fingers through her silky hair, and parting her lips with his soft tongue. Emily kissed him back with everything she had, allowing her hands to explore his body. As Avery’s kiss became more desperate, she took the hint to run her soft hands along the waist of his faded blue jeans, slowly inching down until she came in contact with his growing erection. At her contact, he let out a throaty cry of pleasure. Without their mouths breaking their lustful battle, Avery thrust his jean covered cock into her hand before rolling on top of her and pressing it onto her moistening center.

  She let out a small gasp of surprise as his body ground against hers. The simple friction sent her fingers sliding through his mess of blond hair, gently tugging as she bucked her hips up to meet his slow strokes.

  “Avery?” Emily questioned, only breaking their kiss for a split second. As his lips left hers, they slid up on her neck until she was finished speaking, gentle sucking and licking down to her naked collarbone. “Tonight,” was all she said.

  He pulled away, gazing passionately at her, looking into her sparkling blue eyes before composing himself enough to speak the words he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Are you sure, Emily?” Instead of crashing back down on her lips, he continued staring into her eyes with passion, hoping, but waiting anxiously for her response.

  “Yes, Avery,” was all she said. She didn’t need to elaborate on her feelings. Their eyes and actions said more than any words could.

  “Good, because I need to be inside you tonight, Emily.” He lowered his lips back down, running his tongue along her plump bottom lip before diving back into her intoxicating mouth. Her hands met with the hem of his thin white T-shirt, tugging it upward before slipping it over his head. Running her fingers up and down his gorgeously sculpted back, she gently raked his skin with her nails with each pass, as he continued ravishing her mouth. She started working on the button of his jeans with care, rubbing his hard length, slipping her hand into the small opening of his pants. Taking his thick length, she slowly stroked it as he moved his kisses south. With luscious licks and nibbles, he feasted on the flesh of her neck until he met the fabric of her sundress.

  “I never thought I would find you,” he whispered against her skin, moving his lips to the hidden zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly with his teeth. One by one, her arms were pulled out of the spaghetti straps which held the dress up. His kisses continued down her body, leaving no piece of glistening flesh untouched. Oh God, she isn’t wearing a bra.

  The cool night air met her creamy breasts, immediately puckering her nipples. Her hands continued working on Avery’s pants until she found his zipper, slowly pushing it down, slipping her fingers into his belt loops until she leisurely eased them down. Oh, shit. He is going commando.

  His strong hands gently guided her dress down, lifting off of her only long enough to slip it down her legs before he returned to the warmth of her body, clothed only in a skimpy pair of hot pink panties. His hot breath fanned over her damp panties, his hands gently stroking her thighs as he breathed heavily over her lush form. As he gently nudged her sex with his nose, smelling her arousal, his erection began to throb harder with each touch.

  “Are you real?” Emily questioned as Avery continued worshipping her body, kiss by kiss. Kneeling between her thighs, he lowered his mouth, tracing his tongue up until it collided with cloth once again. The silk of her panties was the only piece of fabric separating their bodies from joining as one under the cloak of the night’s sky. In the distance, thunder rolled as Avery sat up, his fingers curled under the seams of her thin panties. Slowly, he eased them down her soft legs while he kissed every inch of her inner thighs. Once her panties were off, he glanced up at her bare, glistening center, and smiled, tossing her panties aside. Her breathing hitched and his heart started to race as they continued to explore each other’s bodies in the most loving manner a person could. No inch was left untouched as they moved closer to consummating their relationship, only lit by the full moon above them.

  Without a second thought, he lowered himself back down between her thighs, taking in her swollen, wet, bare pussy. Showering kisses along her stomach and down her legs, he teased with each lick before slowly placing a gentle kiss on her vulnerable femininity. A low hum vibrated from her body, giving him the approval he needed. He explored her perfection slowly with tantalizing licks, relishing her sweet taste. Her moans grew louder as her hips slowly lifted up, signaling her desperate need for him.

  Never removing his mouth from her center, he slowly inserted a single finger inside while sucking on her hard nub, causing her to fly apart beneath him. Her first orgasm exploded like the thunder in the distance. Her fingers thrust through Avery’s hair as she moaned, calling his name with her climax.

  While her body came down from her orgasm, he kissed a path up her body, resting his head on her stomach. Her fingers caressed his hair and down his back, circling his tanned skin as sweat beaded across his shoulder blades.

  The sounds of the night filled the air, frog’s croaking, crickets chirping, the slow swish of water on the creek shore, and Emily’s slow pants echoing through the trees. Her hand found Avery’s chin, bringing his lips to hers for a tender kiss, full of the passion and affection they’d both poured out with every action. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting her own arousal fresh on his lips. He inched up her body, cupping both of her breasts, while feathering light kisses down her neck to her heaving mounds. Tenderly taking each peak in his mouth with care, he sucked, licked and teased her until Emily started moaning below him again, signaling she was ready for him.

  “Emily?” he questioned as he rose above her, looking down and getting lost in her eyes. He was waiting for one last word of approval before they moved forward.

  “I want to feel you, Avery,” she moaned, her voice cloaked in deep desire. Her words were all he needed. Reaching in between their wanton bodies, she gripped his cock and gently rubbed it over her swollen clit, back and forth before nudging the damp opening to her sheath. As he slowly thrust himself into her, inch-by-inch with tenderness and care, he cupped her chin, pulling her gaze to his.

  “Oh, shit, you feel so good,” was all he could say as he pushed the last bit of his length in till his balls pressed tightly against her warmth. Her gorgeous pussy stretched to accommodate his throbbing cock. His mouth dipped back to her lips, tasting and teasing with every thrust into her body. His deep moans echoed the sweet sounds she made under his lips.

  “Oh, God, Avery! Oh, fuck!” she breathed out, running her hands over his tight abs and straight up to caress his strong chest, bucking her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. Her second climax of the night was slowly building deep in her stomach as his hard length grazed her G spot. Her moans grew louder and her kisses became more feverish. “Avery, yes!” she screamed as he pushed deeper into her, slowly falling over the edge of her orgasm.

  Her pussy throbbing around his swelling cock was all he needed to meet his own climax. Biting down gently on Emily’s shoulder, he thrust one more time into her lush, wet center. “Oh, yes!” He choked out while spilling his
seed deep inside her welcoming body. A choir of moans filled the night sky as the couple slowly came down from their lovemaking.

  ***

  Wrapped in a blue fleece blanket and in the arms of the man she’d just made passionate love to, Emily drifted off to sleep with Avery’s chest as a pillow. Only when the rain started to gently fall, did the couple decide it was time to make their way back to Gran’s house. Avery would have loved to spend the entire night under the stars with Emily, but mother nature had different plans.

  A sharp crack of lightening jolted Emily awake as Avery reached for her dress and his jeans, all of which were balled up by the tailgate of the truck. They scrambled to get clothes on and into the dry shelter of the cab. With nothing but his jeans on, sitting low on his gorgeous hips, Emily had a good view of his well sculpted V cut. Avery jumped from the truck bed, offering his hand to help her out behind him. Instead of jumping onto the ground, Emily landed in the strong arms of Avery, quickly and methodically wrapping her legs around his waist.

  Forgetting about the warm rain gently falling from the sky, their lips met once again. Tongues tangled in their passion which was still burning as bright as the full moon above them, struggling to sneak out from behind the passing clouds. Laughter spilled from both of their mouths as their kiss ended and Avery moved them to the passenger’s side of the truck. Opening the truck door, he slid Emily’s bare ass down onto the seat before jogging around to the driver’s side.

  “I’m soaked.” She laughed as the diesel engine roared to life and the headlights kicked on, barely lighting the dark path which led to the farm house. “I’ll warm you up when we get back,” Avery said with a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. His mood had improved over the past couple hours while they hid away from reality in the woods. Emily couldn’t help but realize they had peeled back a new layer of their relationship. No longer was she scared, though. Her chest swelled with the possibilities of a life with Avery.

  ***

  Like two teenagers breaking curfew, Avery and Emily snuck in the house, trying not to wake Gran. The jig was up when they crept through the front door to see her sitting at the kitchen table. Soaking wet and caught! They both let out a laugh while Gran stood, poking Avery in the chest and saying, “I hope you plan on making an honest woman out of her, Avery Daniel Martin,” before she continued to her bedroom closing the door louder than normal.

  “Does that mean we have to get married?” Emily questioned while they both fell onto the floor laughing like a couple of children. Before Avery could reply to her outlandish comment, she blurted out, “But it would have to be in Vegas. With Elvis.” She clasped her stomach, trying to control her howls.

  “Come on, let’s get you in the shower before you get sick,” Avery said, picking her up off the floor and climbing the rickety stairs to the second floor bathroom. Kicking the light blue door shut behind him, he placed Emily down on the sink before turning and starting the shower. As the water heated up, the steam started filling the room.

  “I’ll leave you to warm up. Want something from your bag?” Avery asked before turning for the door, pulling a plush white towel from the closet and placing it on the sink for her.

  “Just grab me my black yoga pants and a T-shirt, please,” Emily answered while her dress dropped to the floor and she stepped into the shower. Avery froze, taking in her stunning body before walking out.

  “You are in so much trouble,” he grumbled before closing the door while Emily laughed. He opened his old bedroom door, searching around for Emily’s bag to bring her some dry clothes. No matter how old Avery got, he always hated going through a woman’s bag, especially a purse. Aren’t they like sacred or some shit? Finding the black pants in question, and grabbing her “I Love Si” T-shirt, he walked back to the bathroom with a smile on his face. All he could think of was the first night he spent with her in her hospital room while she downed her Butterfinger milk shake in her Duck Dynasty apparel. Damn she makes my heart fucking come to life.

  Opening the bathroom door to leave her clothes, he noticed the water was off already, looking up he met her bright blue gaze, wrapped in nothing but a towel—her short blonde hair wet, makeup scrubbed from her face, wearing a beaming smile.

  “God, you are fucking beautiful,” he said, dropping her clothes onto the floor and kissing her. Slowly, he backed away before he was tempted to take her again, this time in his gran’s bathroom. God, Gran would be so pissed.

  “I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you.” He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to ready herself for bed, minus one important item she hadn’t remembered to pack when they left Daytona Beach in a hurry, a hair dryer.

  ***

  Avery lay in bed wearing nothing but a pair of grey boxer briefs, waiting for Emily to return from the shower.

  She spent ten minutes trying to towel dry her hair so she wouldn’t look like a poodle come morning. Emily was kicking her own ass for not packing a damn hair dryer. If there was one beauty accessory she couldn’t live without, that would be it. Of course, Avery’s gran wouldn’t have one. Hell, she probably didn’t even know what a hair dryer was!

  Her bare feet creaked on the old wooden floor boards as she made her way down the hallway. Sliding through the door, she was greeted by her breathtaking man. Without wasting any time, Emily snuggled up in bed next to him, laying her semi-tamed blonde mane on his shoulder. Avery turned to face her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked. The day had packed so much emotion, she was worried it all might have been too much for him. Not only had their relationship moved to a new level, but soon they would be burying his mother and heading back to Daytona Beach with his gran in their care. Well, his care, but Emily would be damned if he had to handle everything on his own.

  “I’m good, I think?” Avery questioned, unsure of his own feelings. “It’s just been a strange day. I know I should hurt more. I mean, she was my momma. But, she was never a mother. Gran did more mothering than she ever did. I thought when Chad passed she would finally get her shit together. A son can hope, right? But nah, I think she had a death wish after he died. She wanted her baby back no matter who it hurt in the process.” He spoke so matter-of-fact, with little emotion, almost like he expected nothing less from his own mother, the woman who had given him life.

  “I detached myself from her long ago. Being in Daytona made it easier. I didn’t have to watch her in self-destruct mode. I’d come home one too many times to see her half naked with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Thinking back, he was her only love.” He pulled Emily tighter in his arms. “But that’s enough about her. I want to think about us. Our future.” Avery shifted under her arm, lying on his side to look into her eyes.

  “What about us, Avery?” Emily asked, kissing his cheek before moving back to lie on the memory foam pillow she was hogging.

  “These past couple of days have been a lot to take in. I didn’t know coming to Georgia would lead to everything which has gone on. I don’t want to scare you off.” He seemed to examine her face for a reaction, but the only emotion she was showing was affection. There was little Avery could do at this point to scare her off.

  “Avery, if anything...” She paused, thinking of the right words to use. “If these days have changed anything, they’ve made me more sure of our relationship and where we’re going. Don’t worry about going too fast, or too slow. We don’t need to worry about what everyone else thinks of our pace. Whatever is meant to be, will be. Let’s just enjoy it.” She leaned in and brushed a light kiss on his lips before pulling back to look into his glistening green eyes, sparkling in the moonlight peeking in through the window next to the bed.

  “You are too good to me,” was all he could say. They lay in silence, taking in the moment, cataloging one another’s features until a buzz distracted them both. Emily picked her phone off the nightstand, noticing a text message from Becca. It has been almost two full days since she’d heard fro
m her best friend. Becca was sure to leave Avery and Emily the space they needed to cope with the hard road they were dealing with.

  Holy fucking hot fireman. I swear to all that is holy on this Earth. I owe you my fucking first born for introducing me to this man.

  Emily couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Typical Becca. Apparently she and Tom were getting along just perfectly. She flashed the text message into Avery’s line of sight, giving him a good laugh before she replied.

  You really are a piece of work. Should be back in two days. Dinner Friday night?

  “Wanna go to dinner Friday night with Becca and Tom?” Emily asked Avery. There was no way she would be able to take in their disgusting displays of public affections alone, especially when food was involved. She needed Avery for backup. Plus, Tom was totally his friend; this was all partially his fault!

  “Yea, whatever you want to do,” Avery replied, pulling her closer to him. “Enough with the damn phone. I think I want to have my way with you again.”

  She certainly liked the way that sounded. Emily tossed the phone across the bed, causing it to bounce and crash onto the floor as it started to vibrate again. Too bad, Becca was just going to have to wait!

  ***

  Avery pulled his iHome out of his overnight bag and plugged it into the wall behind the white antique nightstand next to the four-post queen-sized bed. Fishing his iPhone out of his jeans which lay in a pile of dirty clothes on the oak floor, he held it up in triumph. “Ah ha!” he called out while syncing it into the player. “I made a playlist for you,” he exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.

  “A playlist?” Emily questioned while his cheeks started to turn a rosy shade.

  “Nothing fancy, just songs that remind me of you.” The iPhone came to life, music slowly drifting into the night’s air. Blake Shelton filled the room, singing God Gave Me You. Emily’s heart damn near exploded and it was only the first song.