The Stronger, Safer Kind (The Boys of DownCrash #1) (new adult contemporary rockstar romance)

by Casey, London

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his warm breath flooding my mouth.

  I tasted the vodka he had been drinking.

  “Yes,” I whispered back to him.

  I went at him again and he moved back. I gripped his jeans and refused to let him leave me.

  “Scarlett… I want you to look… to see…”

  He kissed me again, lips to lips, then stopped.

  “Tripp…”

  “Turn around and look.”

  Tripp’s hands didn’t leave me even though I had to let him go. I slowly turned and faced the water, the breeze. I shivered and as Tripp’s hands slid their way to my stomach, a warmth rushed through me. Tripp put his face next to mine and took a deep breath.

  “It’s like we’re invisible, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it kind of is.”

  “I like looking at the lights. Wondering what people are doing inside their houses. Are they a family? Are they a widow or widower? Is it some guy waiting for his mistress…”

  “Well, that started out romantic,” I teased.

  “I’m serious, Scarlett. The possibilities of life when you step out of life are amazing.”

  I didn’t respond. I let silence fall all around us and allowed the world to be our soundtrack for those precious moments.

  “It’s like sometimes I wonder if I’m meant for the world,” Tripp said. “You know? Like if I was put here but not meant…”

  “I understand,” I said. I felt myself choking up. That’s exactly how I felt. That’s why he may have been the right choice, I felt wrong. He didn’t understand it. He came from a good family, with money, with success, with purpose. How could he fully understand my heart?

  “I want you to look down at your reflection, in the water,” Tripp said. “Tell me what you see.”

  I looked down and through the mostly dark ripples, I saw Tripp and myself. Together. Cheek to cheek. An image burned into my mind and memory forever. The kind of thing I’d think about fifty years from now, picking out some of the most powerful moments in my life.

  “I see you,” I said. “I see you, Tripp. Your eyes. Your face. There’s so much more to you…”

  “But you don’t see yourself,” Tripp said. “Look at yourself.”

  Tripp backed away and I stood there, staring at myself. I felt Tripp’s hands still upon me. The wind made the water move, my reflection continuing to break apart and rebuild only to break apart again. It was like me. Just like me.

  I took a shaky breath and felt foolish.

  How could I get so emotional right now?

  Not with Tripp here… please…

  “Scarlett, it’s okay,” Tripp whispered. I felt his breath on my neck and I let go.

  I felt a tear leave my eye and rush down my cheek. Another tear fell from my other eye. Tripp opened his hands just in time to catch them.

  Tripp Sage caught my tears.

  They splashed into his palms and he closed his hands.

  His lips touched my neck, followed by the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue along my neck to my ear. He nibbled for a second and then whispered, “Let’s have a drink.”

  I nodded. “Let’s make it three or four.”

  13

  Tripp handed me the bottle of vodka as I sat on the hood of his car. The cap was off, somewhere on the ground probably. There was no intention of us leaving any leftover. For each drink I took, Tripp took two. Soon the dark night began to spin and I felt good. My brain became cluttered with enough alcohol that I didn’t have to think anymore. I could just be there, in the moment, and let things happen.

  “So, Scarlett,” Tripp finally said, “are you going to open up to me?”

  I looked down to my legs and felt my face turn red.

  I’d open to Tripp…

  “What do you want to know?” I asked.

  “Whatever you’re hiding from.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Just like string bean?”

  I giggled. I handed him the bottle and said, “Stop calling him that. Andy is a great guy. You’d like him.”

  “No I wouldn’t,” Tripp said. “I don’t like very many people as it is.”

  “Andy has been my friend since high school. He’s helped me through a lot of stuff.”

  “And now he wants to fuck you,” Tripp said. “I get that.”

  “No, not like that…”

  “He doesn’t want to fuck you?”

  “Well, yeah, he does. But he wants a relationship.”

  “You don’t?”

  I looked at Tripp. “Why am I telling you this stuff?”

  “Because you trust me. Because you can trust me. Because I’m as fucked up as you are. And we make sense together.”

  Tripp slid his hand across the hood of the car and touched my hand. I watched as his fingers moved over my fingers. We were soon holding hands.

  “My parents always had problems,” I said. “Money problems. Life problems. And I was in the mix of it all. No brothers or sisters, just me. Then they decided to get divorced. They just threw in the towel without even talking to me about it. I felt so left out of life… so I slipped away. Or that’s what Andy calls it.”

  “Slipped away?”

  “Slipping. That’s what he says. I distance myself. I move away from the world and just hide within myself.”

  “Everyone does that,” Tripp said.

  “Yeah, but the hard part is coming back to life and reality.”

  “Good point.”

  “He was there for me through all of that. We ended up in college together and it was amazing having him there. I never thought it would become this though.”

  “Him wanting to fuck you? Who wouldn’t want to fuck you?”

  “Stop saying it like that, I’m not some whore.”

  “What do you want me to say? Make sweet love? He wants to make sweet love to you, Scarlett.”

  I cringed. “Yeah, that sounds much worse.”

  “See?”

  Tripp took the last drink from the bottle and put it on its side, letting it roll to the ground. He let out a deep breath.

  “Fuck, I feel good now.”

  “I don’t think I could walk right now,” I admitted.

  “Good thing I don’t intend for you to walk.”

  I looked at Tripp to see him moving towards me.

  “What do you intend for me then?” I asked, knowing the potential of the question.

  Tripp half smiled and leaned to me. Our lips touched and it was like ten times the passion than before. Our mouths opened and we were suddenly comfortable with each other. The flicker of his tongue. The taste of his mouth. The way his left hand wasted no time reaching for my face.

  My right hand touched the top of his leg. I started to shake, my body felt so in control and finally intertwined with what I wanted.

  My hand slid up his leg slowly and found Tripp. I cupped him and squeezed, feeling the hardness of his body. I couldn’t stop myself as I went for the button and zipper of his jeans.

  The kiss grew hotter as his hand moved from my face to my chest. He cupped my right breast over my shirt as my hand started to move into his jeans. I again stayed over his boxers, which I instantly regretted.

  Tripp let out a groan and then pushed himself at me. He jumped from the hood of the car and had his hands against my hips. He pulled me and I let out a small scream and then he was against me. I literally saw stars, up in the clear sky, beyond Tripp. He kissed me again and thrust himself. Our bodies were together, lined up, I could feel his thickness against me, wanting me. His hands moved my hips, forcing me to grind on him harder and faster.

  I found a small window to speak and I called his name…

  “Tripp…”

  Tripp pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavy. “What, Scarlett?”

  “Take me,” I whispered. “I want you to take me.”

  He smiled. “You want me to make sweet love to you?”

  I grinned back. “No.” I propped m
yself up on my elbows. “I want you to fuck me, Tripp.”

  Tripp’s arms wrapped around my body tight and he lifted me from the hood of the car. My arms were around his neck, our eyes locked, as he walked me to the car. It was a two door car and I had to jump down so he could open the door and move the seat forward. We climbed into the backseat and my body ached for him. He shut the door and we sat in silence looking at each other for a few seconds. I could see Tripp’s intentions and how bad he wanted to just dive at me but he gave me those few seconds to think. To consider. To find regret.

  There was nothing to consider and the only thing I would regret is if I didn’t make this happen.

  I grabbed the bottom of my hoodie and lifted it over my head. That left me wearing a spaghetti strap tank top. Tripp’s eyes widened when he looked at my chest. The kind of reaction I usually got and usually hated. But with Tripp…

  I put my hands to the top of my tank top and started to pull, showing more and more. I felt the tips of my fingers touch my breasts, my nipples sensitive and erect.

  That’s when Tripp moved towards me.

  He kissed my mouth, which surprised me considering most of my chest poured from my top. I took my hands from my shirt and went for Tripp’s hair. I grabbed it, wanting to pull at it, and make him scream. I don’t know what had gotten into me. My urges and needs were so peaked, so wild.

  Tripp moved his sensual kissing down, nibbling at my bottom lip before departing, slithering his way down my neck. I put my head back and moaned. The heat in the backseat was already intense and something told me it was only going to get hotter.

  When his lips touched my chest, I cried his name. His tongue wiggled its way into my shirt, tasting all he could. His hands touched my sides and then started to move, lifting my shirt.

  Yes…

  Slowly, my shirt came up and then off. Tripp put his hands just below my breasts. His strong grip helped me as he stared at my black bra. He gently kissed my chest again and then moved just one hand to unsnap my bra. What a hot freaking move.

  I felt my breasts push forward and Tripp guided my bra off. His hands were then on my breasts, cupping me, holding me, teasing me with his fingers as he enjoyed the thickness of my tender nipples. I leaned back and rested against the door and window.

  Tripp then took to my stomach, kissing inch by inch down until he reached my pants. He looked up at me and smiled. He bit at my jeans and I thrust. I was unable to control myself. I just wanted Tripp inside me. I wanted it to happen before things got too hot and too wild.

  My head spun from the vodka and from Tripp’s tongue. I breathed heavily, my hands gripping at the top of the backseat and the headrest of the passenger seat. I watched Tripp slowly undo my pants, his fingers tugging at my jeans. I lifted my lower half, allowing him to slide them down to my knees. That’s where he stopped and let his right hand touch me over my panties. His thumb was eager and moved between my legs, finding my warm spot and rubbing left to right.

  That alone was enough for me.

  I shut my eyes and cried out his name again, thrusting, wanting him.

  I never got loud during sex. I never cried someone’s name. I usually just enjoyed the pleasure and moaned.

  But Tripp… he made me feel free.

  I felt the tips of his fingers touching the side of my panties.

  “Oh, Tripp,” I whispered.

  He moved my panties to the right and then touched me. His bare fingertips to my wet slit. He rubbed up and down, touching all he wanted, pleasuring me. When he entered a finger into me, I felt the throbbing pleasure attacking me again. My body wanted to go, wanted to finish, but I fought it off. I wanted Tripp’s body inside me before I finished.

  “Please,” I begged, “Tripp… get in me…”

  Tripp’s fingers then touched the top of my panties and started to pull. His lips touched me, below my stomach and above my sex, a sensual spot that made me shiver with a burning heat. He tasted smooth skin everywhere and the look in his eyes when he saw me told me it turned him on to see me like this.

  I managed to work my jeans and panties down to my ankles and off, leaving me naked in the back of Tripp’s car.

  Tripp had his left foot on the floor and his knee on the backseat. When he came up, he had to stay bent over for the lack of room in the backseat. Something told me it wasn’t the first time he had a girl in this backseat but that didn’t bother me. I wanted to be the best one. The one he couldn’t forget. The one he’d come back for, again and again. And again.

  Tripp lifted his shirt, showing me a toned body that had every possible muscle defined. Not big, thick, annoying muscles, just pure definition. Not to mention the tattoos. With his shirt on, Tripp’s body looked mostly clean, only a hint of ink showing. Without his shirt…

  He had ink on his shoulders and down his arms but never below his shirt line. They were everywhere, the colors and shapes all part of Tripp and whatever stories and pain he held. It drove my wild.

  My hands were at his pants, feeling him. I pulled and forced my hand into his pants and this time, his boxers. When my fingers touched his hardness, I groaned. My hand managed to wrap around him. I tried to follow him and had to sit up a little to do so. When I did, Tripp put a hand to my breast and started to massage me. It only made me squeeze him harder, stroke him faster, wanting him.

  “Fuck, Scarlett,” he said with a growl. “Is that how you want it?”

  “Want what?” I asked, my hand still moving.

  Tripp put his hand to my wrist and took a deep breath.

  “I fucking love you touching me, but if you keep that up, there’s going to be a mess in my pants.”

  I looked down and realized just how excited I had been to touch Tripp.

  I paused but didn’t take my hand away.

  I felt him throbbing in my grip. So warm. So thick. So hard.

  Tripp took care of his pants and boxers.

  I watched the beautiful sight of Tripp and slid my hand up his shaft and then let him go. Tripp took his pants and boxers off.

  We were finally naked.

  Together.

  “Tripp, please,” I said.

  “Wait,” Tripp said. “Here…”

  He reached towards the front of the car and slid open the moonroof. I didn’t understand why he did it until my eyes focused and were able to see the stars. As I looked, Tripp put his hands to my waist and pulled me down. I moaned and watched as Tripp positioned himself over me. I saw him for a second and then I felt it.

  I felt everything.

  The thickness as he touched me. The feeling as he opened me. Then I heard the sound of him grunting as he guided himself into my body.

  He moved slow at first, making sure I could handle him.

  The intense pressure teetered on painful at first, but then quickly switched to pleasure. It had been a little while since I had sex but my body wasn’t just ready, it needed it. And it needed it from Tripp.

  Tripp’s right hand held the top of the backseat and his left hand touched my breast. He held me as he started to thrust himself.

  The sex started slow and hot. The sweet sounds of our bodies coming together, the breathing, the whispering moans, the taste of the air and the heaviness of the passion between us.

  Tripp’s eyes focused on mine and he lowered himself down until we were able to kiss. His thrusts were hard and getting faster by the second then. His left hand found comfort in my hair, holding my head. His right hand explored my body anywhere he wanted. From touching my ass, creeping around far enough that he touched himself as he entered and exited me, all the way to sliding up my sides and holding my breast again.

  We kissed as wild as the sex became, matching everything we could think of. When Tripp groaned, I moaned. When he grunted, I called him name, wanting it harder, faster. I didn’t want the sex to ever end, even what I started to finish. My body tightened and my hands clawed at Tripp’s back. I bit at his shoulder, trying to be somewhat gentle, but by then, I wasn’t in c
ontrol of a thing. The vodka… the sex… Tripp himself…

  “Scarlett,” Tripp whispered in my ear.

  My body started to shudder. I held my eyes closed tight but then hurried to open them. I looked out the moon roof, seeing the stars. My climax had come and gone and my body felt cold, used.

  Tripp continued to thrust at me, harder than ever.

  It felt good, sure, but something started to change in me.

  “Oh, Scarlett…”

  “No,” I growled at him. “Just stop it.”

  Tripp froze for a second, his thrusts slowing. He put his hands to the backseat and stared down at me. My head was slightly turned and I avoided his stare.

  “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

  His breathing was crazy, as was mine.

  “Just don’t say my name,” I said. “Okay? Please…”

  “Scar… you have to tell me why.”

  “No,” I said. I looked back Tripp and blinked, feeling the tears building in my eyes. “Just leave it at that, Tripp. Please. I want to feel you finish.”

  Tripp looked shocked. Frozen in a position he’d never been before.

  I was almost embarrassed but then reminded myself that this was the mess of my life. Tripp wanted it, he got it.

  I put a hand to the back of his neck and pulled. I wanted his lips to mine. They came and we kissed hard. I led the kiss, wanting more of it. Tripp seemed hesitant, even with the sex. I lifted and lowered myself, starting the movements again. It felt so good. The nightmare moved away for pleasure, thankfully.

  I tasted the inside of Tripp’s mouth and he broke the kiss.

  I put my lips to his ear.

  “Trust me,” I said, “I’m all sorts of fucked up. Just fuck me and enjoy it while you can.”

  His mouth opened and I cringed, hoping he wouldn’t say my name.

  He didn’t.

  Instead, he said, “Get ready.”

  I moaned as loud as I could and put my hands over my head. He started again, picking up to the pace he had before. He moved up, going back to his foot and knee, thrusting at me harder than ever. It was exactly what I needed. The harder he fucked me, the more the rest of the world didn’t matter. Watching his abs roll and flex, watching all those defined muscles tightening and glistening with sweat was wonderful. The windows were thick with a layer of fog from our breathing and heat. Not to mention actually watching Tripp have me. Watching him enter and exit, faster and faster.