Page 37 of Accidentally Forever
“Okay, Grandpa.”
“You say that, but your brother made me a grandpa when he was nineteen. Any gray hair you may see is all because of him.”
Laughing, we walked into the house as my mother and Gus began to serve cake. Crew walked right up to me and took my hand, a curious expression on his face. In answer, I kissed him softly, and then walked to the foyer to get my camera.
My dad winked at me, and as my family ate cake and softly interrogated Crew, I snapped a photo, and then another, finally breathing.
Chapter Eight
Aria
Istripped off my jeans, tossed them across my bedroom, then reached for the lacy, flowy green skirt. I wiggled inside it, wondering if I needed to change my panties, but figured the thong was going to have to do. I was already running late enough.
I had on a cute cotton eyehole black crop top and a jean jacket over it. Since the skirt was pretty short in the front and yet longer in the back, I put on my knee-high brown boots and called it a win. It was a little southern, not quite matching, and I figured with some chunky silver jewelry, I could make it work.
And why was I so stressed about what I was going to wear to meet Crew?
“Maybe because this is a real date, dumbass.”I shook my head at my own inner reflections and told myself everything was fine. Crew and I ate meals together all the time. We went to games, movies, and events together routinely. Either with family and friends, or just the two of us.
Crew taking me to a new place without telling me exactly what it was, wasn’t anything special.
I stared at myself in my reflection, finger combing the curls out of my dark hair.
I was lying to myself. Because todaywassomething special.
I pinched my cheeks, annoying myself because I had gone pale just thinking about an actual date with Crew, and quickly finished my lip gloss right as the doorbell rang. My stomach tensed, and I tried not to run to the front door.
After all, I didn’t want to seem too eager, and I didn’t want to trip in these heeled boots. Crew had a key to my place and could walk in whenever he wanted to—just like I could at his place—but we set our own boundaries. Yet when I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat and all ideas of boundaries flew out the window.
I had always thought Crew was especially handsome. But with those high cheekbones, and strong jaw you could see even beneath that big beard of his, it was hard not to stare at him. His light eyes were piercing as he studied me, and my gaze raked over his body. He had on a dark Henley, worn jeans, and biker boots. I couldn’t help but notice the way his jeans were tight around his thighs, and I remembered the last time I had been kneeling in front of him, my fingernails digging into the muscles of his thighs as he thrust in and out of my mouth. His cock was so huge that my lips had been stretched to the limit to accommodate him, my teeth scraping along his length.
I might’ve been the one sucking him down, with his hand wrapped in my hair, but he was in control as he fucked my face. Then I’d slid my hand down to between my thighs, fingering myself because he’d told me to—not coming until he’d let me.
I pressed my thighs together at that thought, and when Crew raised a single brow, that smirk on his face, I knew my blush was showcasing all of my emotions.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to bend you over in that skirt and see exactly how wet you are.”
With the growl in his voice, I nearly turned around to bend over so he could slam into me. Except I was trying to act normal. Meaning, a normal date. And not wanting to fuck his brains out every time I saw him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. However, I’m hungry. You promised me food.” I leaned to the side to pick up my crossbody bag and loved the way that I could practically feel his gaze on me as I did so.
There had always been a combustible chemistry between us. But ever since we had stopped fighting the pull, it had increased exponentially. I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do with that information, so I set it to the side and brushed against Crew’s body as I walked past him. Of course, the action backfired, because it just made me wetter as he let out that oh so dangerous growl of his.
“You are playing with fire, girl.”
I ignored the warning in his tone and made my way to the passenger side of his lifted truck. “Again, no idea what you’re talking about.” Then I gestured toward his truck. “You usually drive the SUV, the convertible, or the bike. What is with the compensation mobile? Because I’ve seen what’s between your legs, and you don’t need to compensate for anything.” I winked as I said it, and Crew threw his head back and laughed.
Then he leaned forward, gripped the back of my neck, and slammed his mouth to mine. It was rough, sensual, and everything I needed in a kiss. And when he pulled back, we were both panting. “I needed to get thisone out of the garage for a bit. It’s not good to let them sit idle for long.”
“You know, you have way too many cars, rich boy.”
He rolled his eyes at that, then opened the door for me and gripped me by the waist. Before I could say anything to the contrary, he lifted me with ease and set me in the passenger seat. I jokingly fanned my face at the action, and he snorted, closed the door, and walked to his side of the truck.
I looked around at the decked out interior and shook my head. I knew that Crew had money. He had always been pretty secretive about it, and I didn’t blame him. The difference in incomes, money, and privilege always came with strings. And Crew was a pretty private person, even if he was always nosy as hell when it came to me. But he couldn’t hide the fact that his house had to be worth a few million dollars, and he had way more vehicles than anyone I knew. A few of my family members had money and they liked to play with toys just like Crew did. And while my family’s investments meant that we had been very comfortable growing up, technically, we had come from blue-collar roots with my parents’ upbringing. My photography at the moment paid well enough that as long as I continued my investments and savings, I wouldn’t have to worry about retirement,but it was nowhere near in the sphere of Crew. I had no idea how many businesses he owned, if he had more than that one house, or how many zeros he had to his name. But I knew that it wasn’t any of my business. We might be dating—something that was still a novel idea to me—but some things were personal. And if he wanted to tell me all about his family money and every kind of toy he owned, I’d be there. But for now, I was still getting used to this new aspect of our relationship. Like how we actually had a relationship.
“Your mind is going in a million different directions over there. Care to let me know what you’re thinking about?” Crew asked, and I realized when I had been lost in my thoughts, he had started the truck, and we were already on our way to wherever he had planned.
I shook myself out of my far too serious thoughts and smiled. “I was just thinking about how much I’m enjoying the fact that you’re now my Sugar Daddy.” I fluttered my eyelashes, hoping he understood the joke. Again, we didn’t talk about money. However, me ignoring it completely would just make it awkward.
