Crushing Beauty By Celia Loren
A Hearts Collective Production
PROLOGUE
Britton was laughing a little louder than was called for; this kid’s joke wasn’t even funny, but that wasn’t the reason for her laugh—she wanted someone else's attention. Britton wanted her boyfriend’s attention. She loved to say that word. She loved knowing that she was his.
In his presence, she was able to feel something she wasn’t able to feel at home: young, na?ve, innocent, and loved. They shot flirting glances at each other. These two knew they had something everyone else envied. They may have only been in high school, but these two knew love. They would do anything for each other. He flashed a sly grin in her direction. She loved his dimples, and he knew that.
He couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Without finishing his sentence, he pushed his drink into the hands of his buddy, shoved the kid with the bad jokes out of the way, and passionately pinned his girlfriend up against the plaster wall. He teased her a bit, playfully biting just out of touch from her lips. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted his hands all over her young and willing body.
He wanted nothing but her. He knew she deliberately wore that red dress to drive him crazy. When he'd originally bought it for her he imagined how amazing it would look over her gentle curves, but his imagination did not do her justice. He needed to take her home now: to their home, their secret place. It was a place they had escaped to whenever their lives became too much to handle, and it was there that the world seemed to stop spinning. It was the place they met eleven years ago; it was the place they fell in love, and it was the place they gave themselves to each other. He wanted to take her back there tonight; he wanted to show her what he had done.
He may have had too much to drink, but neither of them had put much thought into that as they snuck away toward their getaway car. Their hormones were raging. To be that young, that invincible, that willing: it was all they needed. A clap of thunder pounded amongst the trees around them as they quickly raced inside the Camaro.
Rain tumbled from the sky as he started the car. She looked at him. He looked so good, so right in that seat, behind that wheel. But then again, he looked good anywhere. Her friends couldn’t believe that she managed to snag Jagger Stromm, the hottest guy in school, but to her, he was so much more. He revved the engine, excited for what the night had in store, and took off.
Jagger raced around the curves of the road, showing off his driving skills. He wanted to impress her. He wanted to give her everything she deserved in this world and more. He had to constantly remind himself that this was the reason he had taken the oath with the motorcycle gang. They had the means to provide him with the money he would need to give her the life he wanted for them both. He would do anything for her.
He shook his head, erasing those thoughts from his mind. Tonight was about her. Tonight was about loving her. He reached over, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her into his kiss. He knew this road. Why would he keep his eyes forward when this beauty was sitting next to him? His kissed warmed her, and she wanted more.
Britton took hold of his broad shoulders and swung her small body on top of his. He was excited by her aggression, and his all-too-obvious sign of approval caused her to quickly catch her breath. He was the only man she'd ever been with, and even after two years, he still had this effect on her. She grabbed the pulsing vein of his neck between her teeth and lightly bit down. He groaned, urging her to bite harder.
The passion in that moment was excruciating, not being inside her physically hurt him. She trickled her hands down his shirt, feeling his muscles pulsating underneath. She loved having this power over him. Her talented hands undid the top of his snug jeans, and she reached inside, claiming his glory. He gave a small yelp, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bear this much longer. He needed her. He needed all of her. His eyes widened as she pushed her head lower. She knew what he wanted.
Her tongue grazed his stomach, tickling his navel, and she nipped the skin around his lower abdominals. His breath deepened as he ran his hand through her long chocolate hair, sending chills up her spine. She wanted to please him. It was time to do that. She felt the car turn around a sharp corner as she breathed heat on his cock, and his hand suddenly grasped tightly around her hair as the sound of screeching tires ushered screams of terror.
Everything went dark.