Page 79 of Beautiful Crazy

Asher:*GIF of slow clap*

Graham:*GIF of little kid in Penguin jersey screaming YESSSS!*

Beckham:Alright then. *GIF of high five*

Beckham:So…lookin’ at you now, Ash.

Asher:WTF? Aren’t you on a honeymoon?

Graham:Beck has a point though. Why don’t you have the girl yet?

Asher:*frown emoji* It’s complicated. This douche won’t stop texting her like he’s interested and then he doesn’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated. I have to play it slow. Plus, there’s Wood to watch out for. He’ll have my balls if I fuck up.

Beckham:LOL. Yeah, he will, but he was that guy once too. He’ll remember at some point what it felt like tryin’ to get the girl. I remember the stories he would tell about Savannah. Just keep doin’ what you’re doing.

Asher:Yeah, yeah.

Beckham:Time to suck on some pineapple, brothers. Catch ya later.

Graham:Lucky Bastard.

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Standing at the kitchen counter, I hear Emily pad down the short hallway.

“Morning Babe. I was just about to bring you a cup of ho-ho-hooooly shit,” I nearly choke on my words when I turn and see Emily walking into the kitchen buck naked. She’s sporting a wild style of freshly fucked hair and her nipples are perfectly forecasting the cold temperatures this morning. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Good Lord, she is fucking gorgeous.

She walks right up to me, her body mere inches from mine, and gently takes my cup of coffee from my hands, lifting it to her lips.

“You’re in direct violation of rule number six, you know.”

“Mmm hmm,” she hums. A look of amusement and lust in her eyes telling me exactly how this morning is going to go.

And I’m totally here for it.

“So, maybe we just…throw those rules out the window. Or maybe I make an addendum. Rule number six now says Emmett and Emily will always walk around naked when they’re home together.

She grins behind her cup of coffee as she takes another sip. “Drink it all Babe. I’ll give you anything you want if you’re going to walk around like this all the time.”

My body is already humming at the sight of her. My balls are heavy, and my dick is looking for any way to spring free from my pajama pants and it’s only nine o’clock on a Saturday morning. Who needs a cup of coffee when I’m looking at a full cup of lust?

“So, what do you want to do with our day off?” Slowly, I reach out and take the hot cup of coffee out of her hands, placing the mug on the counter.

“Shower.” She smiles playfully and then steps backwards away from me walking back toward the bathroom, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

Like a lost puppy, I follow her step for step. “Aaaand do you want me to join you?” I reach for her waist so I can pull her gloriously naked body against mine, but she wags her finger at me, smiling.

“Uh, uh, uh. You don’t get to touch me…until I’m done with you.”

My brows shoot up. “Done with me, huh? And what does that mean exactly?”

She continues down the hall. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“You know I could just reach out and grab you, right? I’m much faster and bigger than you are.” We reach the bathroom, and she flips on the light, and then steps inside the shower door, reaching for the nozzle and turning the water on.

“But you won’t.”

In an instant, the water is flowing warm against her skin, droplets dripping from her breasts, begging me to lap them up. I can’t stop looking at her.

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