The Crashing Series

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  We stood at a high table, sipping on our cocktails. “So what do you do, Kyle?”

  “I actually just became an Orange County sheriff's deputy. Started last Monday.”

  Who could resist a man in uniform?

  “Congratulations.”

  He rolled his finger over the rim of his glass. “Thank you.”

  Mags ran over to me. “There you are!” She grabbed my hand. “We have to head over to the dinner area. It’s almost dancing time!”

  She started to drag me away and Kyle laughed at us. “Thanks for the drink.” He raised his glass in the air. “Save a dance for me.”

  “Okay!” I called back over to him before getting completely swept away by the buzzed bride.

  * * *

  “May I have this dance?” Mitch extended his hand to me after throwing his napkin on his plate, and of course it was a twostep that came on.

  I shoved out of my chair. “Why the heck not?”

  The drinks had already started to go to my head as Mitch led me out onto the dance floor. The tent that had been set up in the yard was magnificent. There were twinkling lights strung up everywhere with a few chandeliers hanging about. The DJ had put beautiful lighting around the space to give it a nice purple hue.

  “Try not to step on the shoes, they’re rented,” Mitch teased as he started to push me around.

  I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the wedding bliss that was swimming around, but as I looked up at Mitch as he twirled me around, I saw him in a completely different light. His dark hair, smoldering stare, chiseled jawline, beautiful tattoos, and smile that could last for days—it was all stunning to me.

  Before my mind could overanalyze what my heart was doing, I was grabbing Mitch’s shirt and pulling his lips down to mine. Slowly, our lips connected. Smooth and soft at first, the sweet kiss then turned into hunger and lust. My tongue explored his mouth and his hand slid down my back to grip my ass.

  Trying to catch his breath, Mitch pulled away from me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  Once his words registered, I took a step back. “Probably not.”

  Mitch hugged me to his side. “If we are ever going to hook up, I don’t want either of us to be drunk when it happens.” He kissed my forehead and handed me off to Mags as she swished over to me. “Want a drink?” Mitch looked at both of us as we nodded.

  “I saw you!” Mags waggled her finger in my face as her drunk smile got wide.

  I shrugged. “I got swept away by all the love you and Randy keep oozing out of your pores.”

  “I think it’s time for flats.” Mags grabbed my hand and we made our way over to the table where I had hidden more comfortable shoes for us earlier in the day.

  After my feet were finally relaxing in ballerina flats, Kyle grabbed my arm. “How about that dance?”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mitch holding my glass of wine and staring at Kyle taking my hand. I raised my eyebrow, hoping that Mitch would swoop in and tell Kyle to go fuck himself, but Mitch did the friend thing and nodded at me with a smile as he set my drink down at my spot at our table.

  I was surprised by how well Kyle could dance, and I was shocked when he didn’t make fun of how terrible I was. A slow song started to wind down the crowd and Kyle’s fingers twisted into my hair as he grabbed the back of my neck. The rough gesture sent chills down my spine.

  “Come home with me tonight, Cali.” Kyle’s soft, deep voice swayed along to the music as he grabbed my hip with his free hand.

  “Maybe.” My lips brushed over his ear as he pulled our bodies closer together.

  “I like those odds.” He growled into my ear.

  Ten

  Kyle slammed me up against the door to his house, kissing from my jaw down my bare shoulder as he frantically dug for the keys in his pocket.

  “Damn, Cali, I want you so bad.” He moaned as I slowly rolled my fingertips over his hardening bulge.

  The door swung open and we stumbled inside. I started pulling his tie as he started to unzip my dress. We made quick work of removing our clothing while we stood in the foyer of his home, right in front of the stairs.

  “Aren’t you going to give me a tour?” I breathed between hasty kisses and gentle biting.

  “Later.” He picked me up, letting my legs wrap around his waist. He gently pressed me against the wall as he let his dick slowly glide over my silk and lace panties. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I dug my nails into his back as the silk started to make my already slick clit even more sensitive.

  “How do you like it babe? Rough, fast, sensual, slow, gentle?”

  “Tonight, I want it rough.”

  Kyle growled in my ear. “Be careful what you ask for babe. I will make this a night you will never forget.”

  I let a low moan build in the back of my throat. “I want you to be rough, Kyle. I’ll let you know when or if it’s too much. Just know I have never tapped out before.”

  Kyle carried me into the kitchen and laid me down on the table. “Stay,” he instructed as he ran into the next room.

  He quickly came back with handcuffs and his tie in hand. “How do you feel about being blindfolded?”

  Just the idea was enough to make my desire pool between my legs. “Let’s do it.”

  He stood me up, turned my back toward him, and tied the dark blue tie around my face. “How is that?”

  I nodded. “Perfect.”

  “Good. Now put your hands behind your back.” His deep tone dripped with seduction and he gripped my wrists. The handcuffs clicked and Kyle shoved my face down onto the table.

  His hands landed on my ass as his nails dug into my tender flesh, making me cry out softly. He spread my cheeks apart and got down on his knees, forcing my back to arch to make my pussy pop out for easier access. With gentle flicks of his tongue, Kyle started to explore my lips and opening, slowly sucking and teasing as my knees started to shake.

  I groaned into the table. “Oh, babe. That’s…” He plunged two fingers roughly into my wetness, sending electricity up my back.

  “I’m getting close,” I mumbled, trying to calm my breathing and keep my building orgasm at bay.

  “Not yet, love. We have more fun to have tonight.” Kyle pulled away from me, smacking my ass. “Get on your knees.”

  With his guidance, I did as I was told.

  “Open.” The head of Kyle’s dick was leisurely rolling over my lips.

  Kyle knotted his fingers into my hair as I opened my mouth. “Be sure to take deep breaths; this might hurt a bit. Just keep that pretty little mouth of yours open, babe.”

  Kyle slammed his cock right into the back of my throat, making me choke a bit. The pain that shot through me turned me on more than I could have ever expected.

  “Was that too much?”

  “No, keep going. Fuck my mouth.”

  He held the back of the blindfold along with my hair as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth, slower and slower as his cock started to twitch on my tongue.

  Kyle pulled me to my feet. “I’m putting you back where you were.” He led me back to the table and bent me over in front of him. I heard a condom rip open and then felt his hand wrap around my wrists. “Ready baby?”

  I nodded, biting my bottom lip. “Yes. Please.”

  The head of his dick gently slid in and out of my opening a few times, getting my dripping pussy even more ready to take in his length. He started slow, letting his whole member slide in and completely out.

  A throaty growl came from deep in his chest. “Your cunt feels so damn good, babe.” His free hand reached down to cup and fondle my breast, tweaking my nipple.

  “Oh, yeah.” I moaned into the table as Kyle pulled hard on my wrists, my back arching as he started to pound into me.

  His deep breaths quickened with his pace and I cried out. “I’m going to come.”

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. I’ll come with you.”

  Our climaxes built and crashed together a
s we both shook and panted. Kyle’s lips connected with my shoulder blade as his cock pulsed inside me. “You’re fantastic.” He breathed onto my back.

  “So are you.” I panted.

  Epilogue

  about 4 months later

  “Cali?” Kyle was planting small kisses on my cheek, slowly waking me up from a deep sleep way too early in the morning for a Sunday. “Cali, come on. I have a surprise for you.”

  I slowly let my eyes open and adjust to the light pouring into our bedroom. “What?” I grumbled, trying to roll away from my boyfriend’s goofy grin.

  “Don’t you know what day it is?” Kyle’s husky voice was laced with excitement.

  “The day I kill you for not letting me get enough sleep?”

  He laughed, sitting up in the bed. I heard him open and close the nightstand drawer and then shift back over to me.

  After clearing his throat, he grabbed my hand. “California Cline?”

  I mumbled, “Should have never told you my full name.”

  “Cali, I am a cop; I would have figured it out one way or another. Anyway, Cali, look at me.”

  My eyes fluttered open, straining to focus on Kyle’s cheesy grin. “What?” I barked.

  “I know this might seem fast, and I know you just moved in, but I just cannot wait one more day to ask you. Cali, will you marry me?”

  I shoved up in bed, resting my back again the headboard. Now I’m awake. “What?” I giggled a bit, trying to make sense of what was happening.

  Kyle opened the small box in his hands to reveal a princess cut solitaire ring. “Marry me, Cali. Make me this happy for the rest of our days together on this planet.”

  I leaped into his arms, tackling him onto the bed. “Yes! Of course I will marry you!”

  He slid the small band around my ring finger with a sigh of relief. “Not going to lie, I was nervous you were going to say no.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off how the ring sparkled in the morning sunlight that was pouring in through the windows. “Why would you ever think that?”

  “Because we haven’t been together that long. Most people will think we’re rushing into things.”

  I grabbed his shoulder, pulling my new fiancé in for a kiss. “Fuck them. When you find true love, wasting time is pointless.”

  “God, I love you.” Kyle crushed our lips together, pulling me on top of him.

  After a few minutes of holding each other, Kyle’s alarm started going off on his phone. “Shit!” He shot up out of bed. “I’m going to be late for my shift.”

  “But baby, we just got engaged. Call in sick so we can lay in bed all day and celebrate, maybe bust out the Kama Sutra and see if we can find something new to try.”

  Pulling up his pants, Kyle made his way back over to the bed where I was trying my hardest to do a good pouting face. “I’ll be home before dinner. You find something you want to try and I will be all yours by sunset.”

  He ran out of the house and I dove into the shower. Right as I was turning off the water and getting ready to towel off, Mags’ ringtone started blaring on the counter. I hopped out, excited to tell my best friend my amazing news.

  “Hey Mags, guess what!” All I could hear was her sniffling and her light cries in the background. “Mags?”

  “Hey, Cali. You had something to tell me?” Her voice was weak and shaking.

  I wrapped my dripping body in a towel. “No, you first. I can wait.” She started bawling and howling into the phone. “What is it love?”

  “Randy.” Her voice trembled.

  “Yeah, what about Randy?” Panic started to settle in as a text from Mitch came through.

  Mitch: You need to get to Mags’ house right now. Something is really wrong.

  “Mags, hang on. I will be right over.”

  I threw on whatever clothes I could find without even bothering to towel off or put my ring back on my finger. Nothing mattered to me other than getting to my best friend.

  I called Mitch once I got in the car. “Do you know what is going on?”

  Mitch’s voice was steady and withdrawn. “No. I am about to pull up to their house though. Are you almost here?”

  “Yeah, I will be there in five minutes.”

  “Okay.”

  I flew through the front door to find Mags in Mitch’s arms, both of them hysterically crying on the floor.

  Oh. My. God. Please. No!

  I got down on the ground next to them, wrapping my arms around my two best friends.

  “He’s gone, Cali. Randy is gone.”

  Hearing the words stain the air forced the wind right out of me. The sorrow and pain that was infecting us dug in deep and rooted itself within seconds. We hadn’t been prepared to lose either of the guys.

  Then it hit me.

  “What about Walker?”

  Mitch nodded. “He’s fine. It was an accident. Randy’s chute didn’t open.” His voice was a whisper as Mags keened in our arms.

  “He’s not coming home, Cali. Randy is never coming home.”

  The End.

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  All books by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  The Crashing Series:

  Crashing: The Wedding: Cali’s Story

  (Crashing #0.5) (a standalone prequel to the Crashing Series)

  Crashing Back Down (Crashing #1)

  Falling Back Together (Crashing #2)

  Standalones:

  The Hysterics

  Stupid Hearts

  Unacceptable: A Stepbrother Romance

  Unspeakable: An Unacceptables MC Romance

  Rough & Tumble

  Colt & Serena (in MOUTH Rocks the Heart Anthology)

  From the Author

  Thank you for reading The Crashing Series. In doing so, you have helped fulfill a very important goal of mine. From every purchase of any of my books, I donate to the Marcie Mazzola Foundation. The mission of the foundation is to "help better the lives of abused and at-risk children, and to build community awareness regarding the needs of children."

  The Marcie Mazzola Foundation was established in 2003 by my family. On July 6, 2002, Marcie died tragically in an automobile accident. Although she was only 21 at the time of her death, Marcie had experienced many things and touched many lives. She was a beautiful young woman whose inner beauty surpassed even her physical beauty because of her compassionate nature and treatment of others.

  At the time of her death, Marcie was involved in a civil lawsuit against a school bus driver who had sexually abused her when she was 11 years old. Prior to her death, it had been expected that the case would be won, but since Marcie could no longer testify, it was going to be next to impossible to win. Marcie’s attorney met with her family to determine if the suit should be continued. He advised the family that Marcie had confided in him her intention to donate her entire award to help sexually and physically abused children if she won the case. Once this was known, the family had no doubt that the suit had to continue.

  The attorney’s strong commitment to Marcie prompted him to proceed with the case, and against all odds, it was won. Marcie’s estate was awarded a monetary settlement. With her attorney’s guidance and continued support, the family established a foundation as a tribute to Marcie’s life, wh
ich would continue her legacy to help children.

  To learn more about The Marcie Mazzola Foundation, please visit: http://www.marciemazzolafoundation.org

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