Page 68 of Beautiful Crazy

“God, you’re fucking sexy,” he growls, bringing his hand up to his face and spitting in his palm before it disappears between us.

My body is thrumming with need as he lines himself up and eases inside my pussy. I clench around him, and my jaw relaxes with a throat-deep groan as he inches deeper. He’s so fucking big and thick, and it hurts so damn good.

“Relax for me, baby,” he purrs into my ear as he grips my hips and gives me a moment to adjust. “You can take it, mama. Just relax for me. Let me make you feel good.” As if he’s my puppeteer guiding my strings, I feel myself take a deep breath, leaning into him as I do just that, relax. “That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”

Reaching around, his fingers massage my clit as he pulls out and sinks back in, setting a mind-numbing pace that has my toes curling and my eyelids fluttering. He fucks me deep and hard, bringing my body higher and higher with each rock of his hips.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he grits out into my ear, breath coming out harshly. “See the flush to your cheeks and the way your eyes can barely stay open. See the way you look stretched around my cock. You take me so. Fucking. Good.”

Each word is emphasized with a snap of his hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he admits, and I wonder if he even realizes he’s saying all of this out loud, or if maybe he’s as lost in the pleasure as I am. “The way you look, the way you smell, the way you sound when you laugh, or the way you blush so fucking easily when I flirt with you. You’re breathtaking, Gemma. The sunset over the ocean in front of us has fuckingnothingon you, do you hear me?”

My stomach flips as I nod, biting down on my lip as my body crests higher and higher with each word sung into my ear, with each thrust into my pussy, with each swirl of his fingers against my throbbing clit. My lungs can’t seem to expand fast enough to drag in enough air, my head light, and I’m realizing I don’t fucking care at all if somebody were to walk in right now. It wouldn’t take this feeling away.

Everett has my body under his spell, and I don’t ever want to come down.

“Come on, mama,” he growls. “Let me feel this cunt come all over my cock like a good fucking girl.” His voice is strained, and I can feel how tense he is behind me. He’s close, but so am I.

My knees wobble, hands gripping the railing in front of me as I turn my head into his neck and cry out, my release washing over me like a tsunami. “Oh, god!” Pleasure rips through every inch of my body, spreading and pulsing as wave after wave hits me. “Everett, fuck!”

Groans rasp out of him as his grip on my hip tightens. Turning his head, his lips find mine as his tongue surges into my mouth just as his body tenses and I feel him spill inside of me. He kisses me long after his hips stop moving, taking his time like he’s savoring the moment.

By the time we pull apart and I fix my dress, my heart is a steady, chaotic drum, and it feels like my legs are made of Jell-O. Thankfully, I have a pair of panties stashed in my purse in the car because I can already feel him dripping out of me. The walk down the several flights of stairs should be fun.

But holy shit…that was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever done.

Twenty-Eight

Everett

“You got this, buddy! Let’s go!”

Sutton turns his head, glancing our way as he walks up to the home plate. Smiling, he gives me a thumbs-up before getting into position.

This past weekend, I discovered a batting cage just outside of Blossom Beach. Sutton and I went on Sunday, and he got a lot more confident in his batting abilities. I can only imagine how much more he’ll grow by the end of the season.

Sitting back down beside Gemma and the rest of her family on the bleachers, I watch as the pitcher throws the ball, and the umpire calls a strike after Sutton misses. The score is close, and I’m sure he’s feeling all the nerves. I watch as he shakes his arms and legs out before assuming the position again. His stance is good. This time, when the pitcher throws the ball, Sutton hits it. But not only that, he damn near knocks it out of the park.

Adrenaline shoots through my body as I jump to my feet at the same time Gemma and her whole family does too. We all scream our excitement and clap as he makes his way from base to base, running as fast as he can, until he eventually crosses over the home plate.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” I shout, clapping so hard as Sutton looks over at us, a beaming smile on his face. Back in the dugout, his friends and coach cheer him on, and I can’t help but feel so damn proud of him. “That was fucking amazing,” I say to Gemma as we take our seats again.

“He did so good!” Smiling from ear to ear, Gemma turns her head, meeting my gaze. Like it always does when I look at her, my stomach dips and my heart beats a little harder. She’s just so damn beautiful. Wearing a jersey unbuttoned over a white tank top with a pair of jean shorts, it’s work to keep my hands off her. The urge to lean in and press a kiss to her soft, pink, glossy lips is strong, or even just hold her hand.

It’s been a couple of weeks since the lighthouse, and that’s one memory that will remain burned in my mind for all of eternity. We’ve seen each other a handful of times since then, and after every single time, I find myself wanting more. I’ll go to the batting cages or play catch with Sutton, then go home that night and want more; try to think of more things I can do with him, things I would have liked to do as a kid. Sneak back over to Gemma’s after he’s gone to bed, roll around in the sheets with her, hear her sweet, sexy moans, then go home, climb into my own bed alone, and want more, more, more.

I can’t deny the longer we keep this going, the more Ilearn about her and her son, the more I want. I don’t want a few hours in the evening after a long day of work. I don’t want sneaking around and pretending we’re just friends.

I want to fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up to see the morning sun kissing her skin. I want to hold her hand on afternoons like today, when we’re sitting at the baseball field. Make lunch side by side in the kitchen while swaying to the music she loves to play. I want it all, and that realization makes me a little uneasy, because I’m not so sure Gemma feels the same. I mean, sure, I’m not blind. She clearly enjoys spending time with me, but what if she truly does only see me as a friend who she has sex with?

What if it’ll never be more than that?

The rest of the game goes by in a stressful, sitting-on-the-edge-of-our-seats fashion. It’s a close call nearly the whole game, both sides playing their hearts out, but in the end, the other team takes the win. By the time Sutton and Beau make it over to us, their disappointment is clear.

Giving Sutton a hug, I tell him, “You did fantastic today, buddy. I’m so proud of you.”

He looks up at me, eyes squinting from the sun. “Yeah, but I didn’t do good enough,” he murmurs. “We still lost.”

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