Page 68 of Crazy In Love
Shame.
“Too big,” she rasps, breathless and panting. “But it hurts so good.”
“I’m gonna need your pussy juice on me every single day from now until June fourteenth. That’s when you fly out, right?” I peel the top of her dress down and bite her nipple over the top of her bra. “I can’t go aday without you when I know you’re so close and so fucking hungry for me.”
“Maybe I should tell you no.” She drops her head back, moaning and crushing my cock in the confines of her pussy. “I like it when you punish me. It feels delicious.”
“Don’t test me.” I wrap my arm around the small of her back and hold her while she trusts all her weight to me,knowingI won’t let her fall. She drowns in the pleasure of her plug digging into her ass, her new position nudging it deeper. And when she’s lost in her ecstasy and leaning far enough back, I stare down at where we join, her soaked lips wrapped around my cock like we were created just for this. But I’m a cruel motherfucker, a demanding, selfish prick who needs her to be right here with me, not swimming in her imagination, so I slap her clit and catch her when she startles.
“Look at me.” I grin in response to her snarl. “You’re here with me, Fox. Don’t fucking forget it.”
ROUND SEVENTEEN
FOX
My first forty-eight hours in Plainview felt like a lifetime. Like honey dripping through a sieve, and clocks set in slow motion for the sake of taunting those paying attention. But now that the work week has begun, repairs are underway in my apartment bathroom, and better, Alana’s no longer in the hospital, it’s like time has jumped into fast forward.
“Why did I hear rumors about a bathroom renovation at the bookstore?” Tommy wears his baby girl in a wrap against his broad chest. Like one of those actual crunchy-mama lengths of fabric that hold Hazel’s tiny body close to his, her little legs tucked up and her head pressed over his heart.
All so he can eat his dinner with free hands.
He lounges beside Alana at the table on his porch. The lake glistens behind us while the delicious scent of lasagna dances on the air. Franky takes his seat at the head of the table, while I sit opposite a still-tender Alana, and Chris reclines beside me.
Totally cool. Totally chill and not at all obvious that we maybe have a secret.
Tommy cuts a small slice of lasagna and carefully slides it onto his tongue. “I was at the hardware store today and they said how you came by yesterday to choose tiles.” His thick brows, damn near exact replicas to Chris’, furrow over green eyes.
“Tiles?” Too tired to do much more than eat, Alana brings her gaze across to me. “What for?”
“Oh, the bathroom at the apartment.”Don’t tell them you shattered their things while having sex. Definitely don’t tell them you’re banging Christian Watkins in secret.“I just wanted to change it up. I hope that’s okay.”
“I mean…” Alana sighs. I swear, she’s half asleep already. “It’s not a big deal. But bathrooms are expensive, and you’ll only be there for six weeks. I figured the existing tiles were fine.”
“You’re kinda high maintenance,” Tommy chuckles, shaking his head and stabbing a green bean with his fork. “Jesus, Tatum. You renovate hotels while you’re there, too?”
“You’re making it into a whole thing.” I study my dinner like it holds all the world’s secrets, which iswayeasier than looking into my friends’ eyes and telling a lie. “I like bathrooms to look good, and figured, since I was paying for it, you wouldn’t mind.”
“You’re not paying for it,” Tommy cuts in. “I’ll pay for it. That’s not the issue.”
“No, I?—”
“It’s Alana’s asset,” he rumbles. “It’s her store and her apartment, and eventually, it becomesours, just as the gym becomesours. I’ll pay for the damn tiles. But seriously,” he bites the bean in half and grins. “It’s weird. You’re staying theretemporarily, but you’re making permanent changes.”
“The tiles were cracking around the taps,” Chris inserts. “I saw them when I was fixing the shower head before Fox got to town. Those cracks mean water will get into the walls.”
“Yeah.” I use my fork to point his way. “Exactly. I was trying to get ahead of a future problem, and seeing as how I’m not sure what else to get you guys for a baby gift, and since I’m using the bathroom, rent-free for six whole weeks, I thought this was a nice thing to do.”
“Rent free,” Alana rolls her eyes, “but you’re working at the bookstore,alsofor free.”
“Not for free,” Franky drawls. “I saw her eating a cupcake yesterday.”
“Dude!”
“And when we counted stock at the end of the day, there was a one-cupcake discrepancy. Which means she didn’t write it down.”
“What’d we say about snitching?” I reach across and flick his fork slightly off-kilter. “I earned that cupcake, Franklin. I earned the right to sneak a cupcake and not tell anyone about it, too.”
Tommy snorts. “We’ll dock your non-existent pay at the end of the six weeks. Why’d you order a new shower stall?”
