Page 74 of Beautiful Crazy

“If you think I haven’t been keeping an eye on these beautiful mounds since the day I met you,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re crazy. I promise you, Emily, by the end of this night, before we even leave this reception, I’ll have those beautiful pink nipples that I’ve been dreaming of in my mouth, licking, sucking, tasting…”

Holly hell is it getting hot in here?

“I’ll be worshiping your body while I push my cock inside you…”

It’s definitely hot in here.

“Slowly at first, in and out, until you can’t stand the pleasure any longer…”

My knees are getting weak.

“And then I’ll fuck you until you come unabashedly.” He gestures to the wedding guests milling about the reception barn. “Where all these people will be able to hear you, but you won’t even care.”

He gives me one last nibble on my ear lobe as I nonchalantly cross one leg in front of the other to stop the throbbing sensation I currently feel from his scandalous idea.

“Hey Emmett, you done word-fucking your girl, again? It’s time to line up.” Asher laughs as he claps Emmett on the shoulder and sends a wink my way.

Emmett smirks and lifts his chin toward his brother. “Sorry Ash. I can’t help it. She brings it out in me.” He smacks my ass playfully and then takes my hand as I giggle all the way to the back door so the DJ can announce the wedding party.

Hadley wanted to have their reception on her own property in one of her old barns, as her father used to be a farmer. I say old because they’ve been here for her entire childhood, but the place looks like it’s never been touched. According to Emmett, Beckham said something about resurfacing the floors and hanging new lighting after the holidays, but other than that, it just needed a good cleaning and some TLC.

It’s a gorgeous natural rustic look, with an expansive open space inside where farming equipment used to be housed. There are even a few of the old small animal stalls in the back that I saw yesterday, though today, there are long white curtains concealing those areas. Surrounding the open space all around the building is a hayloft where Hadley made mention of playing and napping for hours as a kid. Matching garland from the wedding ceremony hangs from the loft overhead as well as hundreds of icicle lights.

A huge chandelier hangs from the center beam giving the perfect classy aesthetic to an otherwise rustic style. A head table sits at the front of the room. A large dance floor is ready for party goers and is surrounded by round dining tables dressed in white linens and silver sparkly table runners. Hadley’s vision for this reception is impeccable and totally her style, right down to the sign just inside the door that reads, ‘Sit wherever the fuck you want.’

Yep. Totally Hadley.

Before long, dinner is finished, and the real party is in full swing. The makeshift bar being run by Beckham’s old boss and owner of Wood’s Tavern, Bryant Wood, has had a consistent line as Bryant slings alcohol, like it’s candy to all the guests. The music is cranked up and the room is full of smiles, laughter, hoots and hollers as we dance the night away.

Beckham and Hadley first danced alone to “I Like Me Better” by Lauv and then we all joined in for Tina Turner’s “Simply the Best”, dancing in a family circle and singing at the top of our lungs. From there, the reception has exploded into typical party songs and line dances. Every single minute with the Fox family has been a blast, especially getting to dance the night away with Emmett. He may not be able to hold a tune to save his life, but damn, can he move his body.

Eventually the DJ slows things down and plays a few love songs, focusing on Beckham and Hadley dancing together, but one song starts to play that has Emmett grabbing for my hand.

“Dance with me.”

Without question I take his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. He wraps one arm around my waist and takes my right hand in his left and then spins me around the dance floor as lyrics about being lucky to be in love with my best friend echo throughout the room. The tune is uplifting and makes me smile as we move together among the other wedding guests.

The song changes to one even a little slower. A Luke Combs tune that I recognize right away as the one we once danced to in our kitchen. Emmett wraps both arms around me, hugging me to him, handcuffing my hands with his behind my back as we sway to the music.

“I picked this one just for you.”

My brows raise. “Youpicked it?”

“Yep.” He nods. “I asked the DJ to play it at some point this evening.”

“Why this one?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The vulnerable expression on Emmett’s face tugs at my heart. “You always apologize for being crazy, which you’re not by the way,” he says tapping my nose.

Finally, it dawns on me. “But then you always tell me I’m a—”

Emmett cups my face in his hand, smoothing his thumb over my cheek. “Beautiful crazy.” He nods. “I mean this song had to have been written for you. It’s all you, Em. Your day starts with coffee and usually ends with wine or some type of alcohol. You don’t take forever to get ready for something but you’re rarely ever on time. You make plans to go out but then decide to stay home. You amaze me with the knowledge in that pretty head of yours, and you scare me sometimes with the looks you give me. I don’t know whether you’re trying to tell me you love me too or you wish I would get the fuck away from you. Either way, you’re…” He takes a deep breath. “You’re unpredictable and unusual. You’re unbelievable, Emily.”

“Emmett,” I laugh uncomfortably. “You just listed all of my crazy.”

“But don’t you see, Em? I’m in love with your crazy. All of it. I love everything about you.”

“Emmett.”

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