Page 60 of Beautiful Crazy
“Yup, she’s getting close.”
“Okay, enough about our soon-to-be sweet baby niece,” Grace cuts in, hands on her hips. “Invite him, Gemma, or I’ll walk over there and do it myself.”
Grumbling, I pull up our message thread. “He’s probably busy,” I mutter as I type out the message, inviting him anyway. “It’s last minute on a Saturday night.”
As I press send, I can’t deny the flutter low in my belly, the hope that he’ll actually say yes.
“You never know.” Grace shrugs. “My guess is he’ll jump on any opportunity to hang out with you.”
“My money’s on Grace,” Georgia adds.
I flip off my sister as I toss the phone on the bed so I can finish getting dressed. Not even a few minutes later, it chimes with an incoming notification, and my heart stutters, knowing it’s from him.
“That was awfully fast for somebody who has plans,” Grace teases.
I grab it, swiping to unlock the phone.
Everett: That sounds like fun! Count me in. ;)
Ignoring the butterflies swarming around in my stomach, I bite back the smile trying to come through. “Would you look at that,” I mutter. “He can come.”
Me: Perf! We’re leaving here in about twenty minutes if you want to meet us out front!
“I’ll bet he can,” Georgia mumbles, a smirk ticking up on her lips, and yet again, I’m reminded of the hot hookup that happened in his classroom.
The way his hands felt on my body, how his heated gaze seared into every inch of me as I sucked him off. The way he made me come with his fingers and the filthy words leaving his mouth. How hot it felt knowing how easily we could’ve been caught. And my god, the way he looked when he came. The flush to his cheeks, the way his full, tempting lips parted on a moan. There’s something to be said about a man who isn’t afraid to make noise in the—metaphorical—bedroom. It’s so undeniably sexy.
There’s not a single part of me that doesn’t want more.So much more.I want to know what it feels like to come with his dick inside me. Know what it feels like to watch him fall apart and spill inside of me. Stuff me full of his cum. Feel it drip out of me.
Everett Windward is a gorgeous man, and when his arousal and attention are directed my way, it’s hard to think straight. I haven’t quite figured out if that’s a good or bad thing.
Walking over to my full-length mirror, I take in my reflection. The loose curls hanging down my back, the mascara painted on my eyelashes, the blush splashing my cheeks with color, and the shimmery lip gloss kissing my lips. “Does this look okay?” I ask.
“You look hot as fuck,” Charley gushes. “He’ll be wishing he could put his hands on you all night.”
I roll my eyes, turning to face them. “That’s not why I was asking.”
Georgia snorts. “Right, that’s believable.”
Twenty-Five
Everett
“Is this the carnival with the chili bake-off?” I ask nobody in particular as we walk into the fairgrounds.
“No, that one is next month,” Gemma offers.
“Trust me, you won’t be able to miss the buzz around that in the weeks leading up to it,” Grace adds. “It’s all anybody in this town will be able to talk about.”
“Wow, that big of a deal?”
Gemma chuckles. “You have no idea.”
“Everett, will you go on rides with us?” Sutton asks, glancing up at me.
“Heck yeah, I will. I love carnival rides.”
“Me too!” he exclaims. “Mom won’t go on them with me.”