Page 40 of Crash
He would never forget the way she looked, with the last remaining rays of sunlight caressing her beautiful face, as if the sunbeam bent itself around her to illuminate all of her to him, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and the sparkle in her eyes. He’d never been more in awe of her than when she showed her vulnerability to him.
Who am I to her but a complete stranger?
Never mind how he knew the way she tasted when she came apart on his tongue. It was nothing compared to how she’d let him peek inside her fragile heart. A heart she kept protected behind walls built by life’s harsh lessons to protect its most tender parts.
He could tell she’d been through so much in her short life, too much, in his opinion. Her eyes held a guarded look. Or how she always seemed to hold herself at a proverbial distance from everyone, as if she didn’t want to get close for fear of losing them.
How he got so lucky to break down her walls, he’d never know.
Was she even aware she’d let me in just a little?
Which brought him to the problem at hand. He couldn’t afford to get close to anyone. Things never ended well. He didn’t have the time for the complications that came with relationships. He was content with his life. He didn’t need anything more than what he had: his shop, his dog, and his house.
Anything else was unnecessary. Frivolous. A slippery slope he’d dare not risk.
Why am I fighting this urge to claim Quynh as mine?
He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He only invited her out for a walk because the thought of her being alone made something inside of him ache.
He hated the idea of her being alone. The grumpy old cat of hers was probably shit for company. Pickles didn’t count.
So, he’d asked her to join him on his evening walk with Rover. He didn’t think anything could go wrong. It wasn’t like it was a date or anything.
It was clearly a terrible idea.
As they made their way back, having walked about half a mile around the lake, he fought the urge to shove her against a tree and kiss her senseless again, to show her what it’s like to be his. Hell, he’d definitely entertained thoughts of stripping her out of her tight, ass-hugging leggings and fucking her right up against a tree. Or bent over in the grass.
She’d probably look amazing spread out beneath him in the grass, too. Really, he wasn’t picky. He’d take her in any position.
When his cock started pressing urgently against his zipper, he knew it was time to go. He’d set a relentless pace to get back to his house while urging his cock to calm down. Rover followed slowly behind them, practically dragging his paws on the way home. The sooner they got back, the sooner they could go their separate ways. He’d pack her some dinner he’d left warming in the oven, walk her back to her place, then run back to his home like a nervous teenager with his first crush.
A cold shower was also in his future to take care of his raging libido.
He should probably consider talking to his doctor about this. It could not be normal for a man his age to have so many erections in such a short span of time. The last time he’d been this horny was in his prime. Unfortunately, it was at least a decade ago.
Now, in his early forties, he didn’t exactly get excited at the sight of just any beautiful woman anymore.
These days, he was more interested in what was between their ears than their cup size. He supposed this was a sign of maturity.
While his experience with being in a relationship was based on a much younger, much more careless person, he didn’t have much luck in that department either. Living and working in a small town also limited his options. The rare occasion he’d have female company would only happen if he sought it out.
Maybe every couple of months, he’d have business out of town. He’d end up going down to the hotel bar for a drink to wind down. It wouldn’t take long before a brazen woman approached him. Though the conversation was brief, he always made sure his intentions were clear. He was only ever interested in a one-night stand, and he made sure his partner was on board. They’d usually have another drink or two before heading up to her hotel room.
Once things were over, he’d cleaned up and left. No strings attached. No emotions. No kissing.
Those were the rules he’d set.
He wasn’t a selfish lover. He made sure his female companion always came first before he found his release. Before Quynh, though, he’d never had the urge to taste anyone.
Which was a mistake, clearly. Now, he couldn’t getthe memory of how she’d tasted out of his mind. Or the sweet noises she made when she came.
What would she sound like stuffed full of my cock? Would her breath hitch when I breach her entrance with the tip of my cock? Would she scream when she came with me buried deep inside of her? What would my name sound like on her lips when she broke apart?
Fuck.
Now there was no way to hide his massive erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. He quickly shrugged out of his coat and folded it, bringing the fabric across his lap as they rounded the corner to reveal his back porch.
The sight of his house in the distance filled Griffin with relief. It was the home stretch now. Griffin looked over his shoulder to find Quynh walking at a more sedate pace. Rover trotted next to her with his pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. The adorable traitor kept her company instead of sticking to his side. She was much better company, and Rover hated when their walk was over, oftentimes spending the next hour pouting in his dog bed.
