Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)

by Melissa Toppen

  He pushes my hair from my face, his lips once again finding mine as he kisses me deeply. I jump slightly when I feel his hand slide between us and settle between my legs. When I feel his fingers push inside of me, all coherent thought seems to leave my body.

  I become greedy, lifting my hips to meet his hand as he pumps his fingers inside of me. I can feel the effect his touch has on me, the pleasure causing my body to pool around his hand.

  “Please,” I whimper when he abruptly pulls his hand away, leaving me unsatisfied and wanting so much more.

  “Please what?” His mouth settles over mine again as he gently pulls my bottom lip into his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Kimber,” he demands, grinding his rock hard erection between my legs.

  “You,” I whimper again. “I want you.” My words are pleading, begging even.

  I’ve never had a man’s touch control me the way his does. I can feel each flicker of movement across every surface of my body. Decklan has shown me more pleasure in the matter of a few short moments than Garrett did during the entire three-year span of our relationship.

  “Please,” I grind out again when he slides just the tip of his erection inside of me and stops there, his face hovering just inches above mine.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks, pushing forward another inch.

  “Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to move him deeper inside of me.

  “This?” He continues to tease me, moving so slowly I can’t control my mounting frustration.

  “Oh my God just fuck me already,” I practically growl, realizing instantly that this is exactly what he’d been waiting for.

  He immediately plunges inside of me, both of us crying out from the intensity of our bodies coming together. Pulling back, he slams into me again, pulling yet another scream of pleasure from my mouth.

  I try to hold it back, the moans and whimpers that seem to keep flowing from my mouth, but I can’t. He’s pulling everything from me, making me feel every ounce of pleasure as he thrusts harder and harder inside of me.

  It takes minutes— or maybe it’s only seconds— before a warm incredible sensation starts to work its way through my lower belly. The feeling is so foreign and yet my body seems to recognize it just the same. Decklan senses my heightening desperation and pushes my legs further open, pounding into me so deeply I swear I feel him everywhere.

  “Decklan,” I cry, my body so overcome with pleasure I’m not sure how to control myself.

  I cling to him for dear life, his mouth finding mine as he swallows my cries of pleasure; the earth seeming to literally fall out from beneath me. My body explodes around him, and I swear I have never felt anything like it before in my life.

  It comes in waves, washing over me, warming every single inch of my body until I can feel the effects to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Decklan makes me feel every ounce of it as he continues to thrust inside of me, milking every bit of pleasure from me that he can before finally finding his own release.

  He lets out a deep groan, pumping inside of me several more times before finally slowly to a stop. Relaxing down on top of me, his lips find my cheek first, then my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose before he finally presses them gently against my own.

  I can feel myself pulse around him as he sweetly kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand pushes the tangled mess of waves that have escaped my hair tie away from my face.

  “That was...” I start to say, not quite sure I have the words for it. “Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, struggling to catch my breath. “I’ve never...you know.” I break off, a bit embarrassed over my clear inexperience.

  “You’ve never what?” He pulls back slightly, his face hovering above mine.

  “I’ve never had a...” I break off again, covering my face with my hands.

  “You’ve never had an orgasm before?” He pushes my hands away and forces me to look at him.

  I shake my head, feeling the heat flood my face as he looks down at me. He studies me for a long moment, his face showing his clear confusion over my statement before it shifts more to a look of determination.

  He slowly pulls out, causing me to protest the loss of him almost immediately. Once again relaxing his body on top of mine, he lets out a light laugh and shakes his head.

  “Oh don’t worry. We’re just getting started.” He breathes against my lips, sucking the bottom one gently into his mouth. “I haven’t even begun to show you the things I can do to this sweet little body,” he whispers, sealing the promise with a deep kiss.

  Chapter Eight

  Decklan

  I have never met such a perfect fucking contradiction. So sweet and innocent and yet Kimber has allowed me to see a side of herself I doubt anyone else has seen; a wild untamed side that I never expected.

  She’s not at all what I had her pegged as.

  Reaching out, I push a few stray strands of hair away from her face, unable to keep myself from smiling when she crinkles her nose and shifts slightly.

  I have no idea what time it is. All I know is that I can’t sleep. I can’t close my eyes long enough to even come close. I’m too busy watching Kimber. I can’t get past how beautiful she looks laying here in my bed, her hair sprawled out on the pillow behind her as she sleeps peacefully on her stomach, her face turned towards me.

  Just the sight of her stirs something deep inside of me, something I thought I would never experience. She makes me feel something other than the pain.

  For the longest time, I have wandered through life trying to numb it with alcohol and random women. I’m having a hard time processing that just watching her sleep brings me a peace that neither of those things has ever given me.

  It’s terrifying and yet so fucking liberating at the same time.

  It’s not lost on me that not only is she the first girl I have ever allowed to stay the night, but she’s also the only girl I have slept with more than once. Ever...

  I don’t know why.

  I don’t know what it is about her that makes me feel so different.

  The thought plagues me over and over again as I watch her back rise and fall with each breath she takes. I count them; each inhale, each exhale, until they all fucking blend together into nothingness.

  ****

  I wake abruptly, my eyes shooting open as I take in the drab ceiling above me. No nightmares... I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night without having at least one.

  Turning my face to the side, the sight of Kimber lying next to me is enough to send a galloping panic through my chest. I’ve never woken up next a woman before, and to say the experience is unsettling is a bit of an understatement.

  Remembering that I abandoned Val and Gavin last night, I decide I should probably run downstairs and make sure the place is still in one piece. I know this is my excuse for escaping my current situation, and I’m okay with that. I just need a minute to sort through this.

  Pushing back the covers, I roll out of bed, careful not to wake Kimber who is still in the same position on her stomach as she was when I finally dozed off last night.

  She shifts when the bed creaks, rolling to her back but remains asleep. I can tell by how peaceful she looks: her expression soft, like an angel.

  An angel who just crawled into bed with the fucking devil.

  Quietly crossing the room, I retrieve my pants and shirt from last night off of the floor, sliding them on before slipping on my shoes and heading out the door, downstairs to the bar.

  Pushing my way inside, I jump slightly when I see a bright eyed Gavin sitting at the bar drinking a cup of coffee from the bakery across the street. I can tell where it’s from by the flowering fucking design that swirls across the lavender to-go cup.

  Looking around, I notice immediately that the bar has already been cleaned; the bar stools turned upside down on the tables to allow the freshly mopped floor to dry. Shay must have been in and out early this mor
ning.

  “Mornin.” Gavin offers me a knowing smile and nods.

  “What the hell are you doing here this early?” I ask, crossing behind the bar to retrieve the cash from last night, something I do every morning.

  “Well, it’s not really all that early.” He laughs, prompting me to glance at the clock to see that it’s already afternoon.

  Holy shit.

  I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. Sleep is usually not a friend of mine. Then again, that’s certainly not the only thing that is different this morning.

  “And I’ve already dropped the deposit.” He adds when I open the cash register to find the money already gone.

  “What the hell has gotten into you?” I turn curious eyes on him, knowing how out of character this type of behavior is for Gavin.

  “Just felt like helping out a friend.” He takes a large drink of his coffee, avoiding my gaze.

  “Fuck that. You forget I fucking know you, dude. What the hell is up?” I pin curious eyes on him.

  “Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just wanted you to be able to take it easy this morning. You know, considering that you bounced out on me and Val two hours early, and you were still going at it well after the bar closed last night. You really should get a new place, or at least learn to keep your girls quiet.” He smiles mischievously and lifts the coffee cup back to his mouth.

  “How was she?” He tacks on after taking a long drink.

  “I’m not doing this with you.” I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean against the back counter behind the bar.

  “Since when?” He seems a bit surprised. “We always share war stories. You can’t hold out on me now. Unless...” His smile spreads. “She’s still here isn’t she?”

  “What if she is?” I try to keep my tone casual.

  The last thing I want to do is have Gavin make this a big deal when it’s not.

  “Shut the fuck up.” He slaps the bar in surprise.

  “Dude.” I point at the ceiling, gesturing to upstairs. “Can you keep it the fuck down?”

  “My bad.” He laughs. “So you’re really not gonna tell me anything?” He pushes again.

  “Nope.” I shake my head slowly.

  “That good huh?” His smile is so big at this point I swear his face is going to split apart.

  “Better.” I drop my head back on a laugh when he jumps up from his stool.

  “I knew it. I fucking knew that hot little piece would be stellar in bed. Fuck. I should have made my move first.” His words cause anger to boil slightly in my chest.

  I don’t know why. It’s not like we haven’t had similar conversations. But this is different. I don’t want anyone talking about Kimber like she’s just another piece of ass. Then again, do I really expect her to be anything but exactly that?

  “Well too bad for you, you didn’t.” I shrug, trying to swallow down my statement as the reality of my situation starts to really take hold.

  So what if I let her stay the night? I’ve been craving her for so long I needed a few times to really get her out of my system. That doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that I am somehow changed and that everything will be different.

  I’m still me and if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that even if I wanted to give Kimber more I couldn’t. I’m not capable of being the type of man she needs; the type of man she deserves.

  Gavin opens his mouth like he is about to say more but then snaps it shut when the door leading from my apartment opens and Kimber emerges, her hair now pulled back into a loose knot and her face free of makeup.

  She looks absolutely breathtaking.

  “Well, good morning,” Gavin speaks, pulling her attention towards him as he slides back down onto his bar stool.

  Her cheeks immediately go pink, and she stutters for a moment before finally managing to get her words out.

  “Good morning.” She looks towards me, her blush deepening as she nods in my direction and steps up to the side of the bar.

  “I’m Gavin, but you can just call me Gavin.” He leans forward, close enough that he is able to extend a hand to her. She reaches out and shakes it gently, clearly not sure what she’s gotten herself into by coming down here.

  “Kimber,” she replies sweetly, pulling her hand away after a brief moment.

  “Did you happen to see my purse by any chance?” She looks at me, unable to hide how uncomfortable she feels in this situation.

  I have to remind myself it’s a situation she has never found herself in before. I still can’t believe she’s only been with one man, now two, and that the other man was someone she dated for three years. Three years and she had never had even one orgasm with him. Fuck, I’m tempted to look the fucker up and give him some fucking pointers.

  “It’s by the register.” Gavin points behind me, cutting into my thoughts. “I found it on the stairs this morning.” He shrugs, not the least bit apologetic that he clearly was snooping.

  Something tells me he knew Kimber was here the whole time but was simply waiting to see if I would admit that I let her sleep over, considering it’s not something I have ever done before.

  I turn, retrieving the small black bag before crossing towards her, laying it on the bar the moment I reach her. She looks up, meets my eyes for only a fraction of a second before turning her attention to the bag.

  “Thank you,” she responds, digging inside before pulling out her phone. “Shoot.” She looks flustered and slightly panicked.

  “What is it?” I ask, pulling her gaze back towards me.

  “I was hoping Harlee would have text me. I completely bailed on them last night.” Her voice is riddled with guilt. “I have no idea how or if they got home.”

  “Taxi took them both home just after one thirty,” Gavin speaks up, relief instantly flooding Kimber’s face. “I put them inside of it myself.”

  “Thank you.” Kimber meets his gaze.

  “It’s what we do.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I can tell there’s more to it.

  Deciding not to push the topic in front of Kimber, I keep my thoughts to myself but make a mental note to ask him about it later. Gavin doesn’t personally take care of anyone. The fact that he called a cab and even walked the girls out tells me he was trying to score brownie points. I’m just not sure with whom yet.

  “I can’t believe they just left me like that.” She shakes her head, her cheeks heating crimson when she realizes she made the statement aloud.

  “Don’t worry. I let them know you were preoccupied. I think they were more than happy to leave you behind.” He raises his eyebrows playfully at her which seems to only deepen her embarrassment.

  “Well, I should probably get going.” Kimber’s hesitant gaze comes back to mine.

  “I’ll take you home,” I say, ignoring Gavin’s surprised expression.

  What does he expect me to do, have her pay a cab for over an hour trip when I can just as easily give her a lift? Then again, I guess even something that considerate is a bit out of character for me.

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She slides her phone back into her purse before pulling out a set of keys. “Angel’s car is out back. I’m sure she expects me to bring it home.”

  “Okay.” I nod, unable to ignore the disappointment that seems to settle over me.

  Fuck.

  Get your shit together, Deck.

  “Well, at least let me walk you out,” I say as I step out from behind the bar.

  “Okay,” she gets out weakly, turning towards Gavin. “It was nice to officially meet you.” She gives him a small wave before allowing me to lead her out of the back door and into the nearly vacant parking lot.

  I squint into the bright sun, locating what I can only assume is Angel’s car, a small red Prius, sitting at the back of the lot all by itself. I follow Kimber towards the vehicle, not really sure what the fuck to say.

  Since when do I have trouble figuring out what to say to a woman?<
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  I stop directly next to Kimber once we reach the car. She turns inward to face me, clearly not sure what she should say either.

  “Have you ever been to a Ducks game?” she finally blurts after several long moments of tense silence. “As in the college football team?” she tacks on.

  “I know who the Ducks are,” I remind her, having grown up just minutes from the University of Oregon.

  “Right.” She shakes her head. “Well, they are playing a big game against some rival school next Saturday. I don’t know much about football,” she explains. “But Harlee said it’s a lot of fun. We’re meeting some people early in the day to tailgate, and then we’re gonna catch the game. We have a couple extra tickets if you’d like come with us.” She scrunches her forehead in the cutest fucking way. “I mean, you don’t have to of course.” She rambles. “But I’ve never tailgated before, and I think it could be fun. But you’re probably busy. You know what, forget I asked.” She turns, ripping open the car door.

  “Do you always do that?” I laugh, pulling her attention back towards me.

  “Do what?” she questions.

  “Invite someone and then un-invite them.” I can’t fight my amused smile.

  “No, of course, you can come if you want,” she stumbles out.

  “I’m just giving you a hard time.” I reach out, unable to resist the urge to trail my fingers along her jawline.

  The contact causes her to take a shaky inhale making it nearly impossible for me to rip my gaze away from her eyes which seem to flood with desire.

  “But I appreciate the invite,” I tack on, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her.

  “Of course.” The blush of her cheeks only deepens. “Maybe we can do something else sometime?”

  “Maybe.” I try to shake off the fog that seems to have settled over me, finally letting my hand drop away.

  “Okay.” She nods, wearing the disappointment on her face plain as day. “Bye, Decklan,” she gets out weakly, sliding into the driver’s seat.