Page 40 of Beautiful Crazy
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
There’s a glint in her eye, and I already know what she’s going to say before she says it. “Small town, sugar.”
“Right.” I breathe out a laugh as I hand her my debit card.
“Don’t worry about it.” She waves me off. “It’s on the house today.”
“Grace, that’s not necessary.”
“I insist.” Flashing me a toothy grin, she hands me the box of treats. “See you around, Everett.”
Taking it from her, I return the smile, getting the feeling that she knows something I don’t. Or maybe knows somethingaboutme, like maybe Gemma told her about the other night. Not that I mind; I know she’s close with her sisters. But as I’m walking out of the bakery, feeling like Grace knows every single thing I did to Gemma, my cheeks heat and my heart races.
It’s been a few days, and we haven’t seen much of each other, but I’m not too worried about it. We’re both busy during the week, Gemma more than me, but that night at her house has replayed in my mind dozens of times already.
Like that night, when I left her house, climbed right in bed butt-ass naked, and made myself come in less than a minute with the taste of her still fresh on my tongue.
Or like in the shower this morning before work, with my hand soaped up and wrapped around my aching cock as I stroked myself hard and fast to the memory of how she sounded as she fell apart. The gasps of breath, the throaty, needy moans. Her body tensing up and her thighs clenchedaround my head. I could feel her clit pulse against my tongue as her pussy squeezed the hell out of my fingers. The smell of her arousal as it coated my lips, my tongue, my chin.
And the way I wish I could bury my face between her thighs all over again.
One taste, and I’m fucking hooked.
Setting the box on the seat beside me, I adjust my growing erection before starting the ignition. Admittedly, I was more than a little shocked to hear her suggest a friends-with-benefits arrangement with me. It was bold, but I think that’s half of what made it so attractive. Up until her proposition, she’s been flirty with me, sure, but for the most part, it felt innocent. Like maybe she just has a naturally flirty personality.
Never have I been happier to be wrong.
Back at my place, I’m able to catch Conway before the guys wrap up for the day.
“What’s this?” Conway asks, eyebrows lifted as he stares at the box in my hand like it’s a bomb about to go off.
“They’re mini peach cobblers.” I nudge the box closer to him as he finally takes it. “Got them from Bake Me Happy to say thank you for all your guys’ hard work so far.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” he huffs. “Thank you. We’re done for the evening. We’ll get out of your hair. Have a good night, Everett, and thanks again. The guys will appreciate this.”
Inside the house, I busy myself with the chores I’ve been putting off all week.
Sometime around five-ish, I hear a knock on my door just as I’m tossing a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.Rounding the corner into the hallway, I can see that it’s Sutton before I even open up. Baseball mitt on his hand, he smiles up at me as I answer.
“Hey, wanna play catch with me?” Waving the mitt in the air for reference, he adds, “I’m getting a lot better at throwing the ball!”
Glancing over my shoulder into the house, I think for a minute before looking back at Sutton. “I’d love to. Let me set a timer on my phone because I’ve got a pizza in the oven. I can play until it’s done. That cool?”
His eyes light up, and he nods. “Yeah!”
“Cool. Let me grab my glove, and I’ll be ready.”
We toss the ball back and forth a few times, and I’ll give it to the kid… he definitely has improved from when we first started practicing together.
“You had practice tonight, didn’t you?” I ask him, throwing the ball to him, pride bursting in my chest as he catches it with no problem.
“Yeah, but I didn’t go.”
“How come?” My brows pinch as he tosses the ball back, it landing perfectly in my glove.
“Mom says she has a fever,” he explains, his face scrunched up as the sun hits it. “She hasn’t felt good all day, so we stayed home.”
Oh no. I wonder what’s wrong with her.Maybe I should go over there, see if she needs anything.“Is she doing okay?”