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  CRAZY © September 2015 by M. Piper

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  Rich- Thanks for putting up with my crazy.

  As for the rest of you? You’re pretty amazing as well…. You know who you are.

  Special thanks to my bitches, because without your threats of locking me in a basement with no pizza, this probably wouldn’t have been finished.

  And Stevie…. Thanks for loving Benton so hard. I hope you still do after this….

  (That was WAY longer than I planned on it being….)

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  Prologue

  Gabby

  7 months ago

  “You plan on telling me what you’re daydreaming about over there?” Annaliese asks from her spot in front of me. “That grin on your face tells me you’re up to no good.”

  Sure, I’ll definitely tell you about the hot piece of ass I slept with when I left your engagement party early. The hot piece that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ever since. The hot piece that I should be able to take my mind off of now, but I can’t. I’ll just sneak in the fact that he’s your fiancé’s best friend, and we’ll be peachy.

  Not.

  “Nope.” I take another drink of my coffee, and go back to staring at my computer screen.

  “Oh, come on, Gabby. You’ve been sitting here for a half hour staring at the same word on that screen. It’s one word. What the hell are you doing, anyway?”

  Glaring at her over the screen, I pull down my glasses that I’ve just recently started needing, and ‘tsk’ my tongue at her.

  “Sorry that your ovaries hate you today, but it’s not my fault that this case I’m working on is a hard one for me to grasp.” More like ‘I don’t want to write this report because it hits too close to home…’ but then she’d be on to me, and I can’t have that.

  “I’ll find out,” she warns.

  “I bet you won’t,” I say, grinning.

  She won’t, because I’m never doing it again. He’s so beautiful that I could easily see myself wrapped up in him too fast and too hard. I can’t do that. I have to stick to what I know works: lots of variety and lots of women. For some reason, I don’t get attached to women, but the last man I got attached to ended very badly.

  “Are you coming to my birthday party?” she asks, picking at her manicure.

  “Oh course,” I scoff. “I wouldn’t miss it, bitch.”

  I actually don’t want to go, but I know it means the world to her. I don’t want to risk running into him again, because I know, if I do, it’ll be the end of my self-control. It’s been hell not asking how he is, or for his number. It’s been hell sleeping at night next to Ellie because all I think about is how perfect he felt inside of me. It’s been hell living, knowing he’s out there probably with someone else by now and happy with her.

  It’s been hell, but it’s worth it. I don’t deserve him. I can’t have him.

  But, god, how I want him.

  The first time he winked at me, I about melted my panties right there on the spot. What grown man can wink at you and not look creepy?

  Benton, that’s who.

  Benton, full of muscles and tattoos. The nipple piercings I just want to play with. The package sent from the gods, and moves to go with it. He’s the one man that’s ever given me multiple orgasms in one night, and the only one I’ve ever obsessed about for weeks after sex.

  Shit, just thinking about him has me wet.

  I know I shouldn’t go to the party, expecting to hook up with him again, because I can’t let myself do that, but I can’t help wanting just one more night with him. I could see myself being easily addicted to someone like him, so I’ve got to play it safe… but I have to have him again, if only for one night.

  By the time Saturday has come around, I’ve orgasmed to the thought of Benton too many times to count. Ellie doesn’t know it, or she’d be pissed, but most of the times she’s gone down on me lately, I’ve pictured him between my legs.

  He’s fucking addicting, and one time wasn’t enough.

  That’s why I’m donning the tightest black dress I have and bright red heels. I’ve tamed my hair to gentle waves and upped the make up tonight to make sure he can’t deny me.

  Let’s just hope he’s not there with a date, or I may be the bitch that breaks them up.

  After tonight I can have my fill and be able to move on.

  I can’t be with him, as much as I want to. I can’t be with anyone.

  I’m broken.

  Secrets

  Benton

  Present Day

  The furthest thing from what I need right now, and the only thing my mind wants to focus on.

  Gabby Rosdale.

  The woman that helped me bring my best friend happiness. The woman that’s taking the Chicago court system by storm with her quick wit and fast paced cases. The woman whom I see every damn time I close my eyes. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop worrying about her. I can’t stop her. Period.

  It didn’t used to be like this. It started out as fun and games. It wasn’t supposed to get this deep. The first time, the night we began this crazy ride, I was pretty much warned about her, but I couldn’t stay away.

  That was the night that everything started. The night I had her for the first time.

  The night I got addicted.

  ***

  7 months prior

  “I’m happy for them,” I say, nodding towards the newly engaged couple, trying to get her to open up to me somehow. I’ve known her for months, but she’s always so closed off. Nice, but not too nice. Giving, but not too personal. She listens, but she never really talks. She was all for helping me find Annaliese to bring her and Adam back together, but anything more than that hasn’t happened. I realize my wife passed away a few months ago, but a guy needs to have a release outlet, and I’d love it for her to be mine.

  “Mmm.” She smiles and nods, a glazed look comes over her eyes as I wonder if everyone else notices the small things I do about her. Like the way she constantly fidgets with the rubber bands on her wrist, or the fact that her left eye has a hint of a shimmer to it, but her right eye doesn’t. I wonder these things, but t
hen I wonder how sane I am that I’m actually wondering these things about a girl who hasn’t really paid me that much personal attention since the day I met her. “I wish them well.” She finally looks over at me, and gives me a tight grin. “I’ll never understand it, though.”

  Her comment takes me by surprise.

  “I thought you wanted them to be happy together?” I ask, shocked as to why she would go through the trouble of helping me get Adam and Ann back together if she doesn’t think they are going to work out.

  “Oh no!” She laughs. “I’m stoked for them. They’re amazing. I just don’t get the whole ‘monogamy’ thing. How someone can find one person and be okay with being with them the rest of their life. Not for me.” She shrugs and takes a swig of her beer, eyeing me for a response.

  “Interesting…” I mumble, my brain muddling through the possibilities that she’s a lesbian, quickly erasing that thought when I notice her eyes flick to my trousers, giving me my ‘go’ that I needed. I grin and lean in closer, so only she can hear me. Her brown, side-swept hair smells like fresh cleaned clothes, her skin has an exotic tint to it. I haven’t been with anyone since Carly, and I’m starting to get incredibly tired of my hand being my main source of release. “You wanna get out of here?” I whisper, and then breathe in her scent again before backing away slowly to connect my gaze with hers. Jesus Christ, she smells good.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispers, setting her drink down. Her fingers lace in mine as we walk out of the engagement party we worked so hard to help plan.

  ***

  These last seven months have been nothing short of hot sex all the damn time. I’ve never felt more sleep deprived, and I honestly don’t care. I shouldn’t be messing around like we are, without a care in the world. I have a baby. She’s ten months old. I’m a thirty-year-old single widow father. I need someone who can give me more, but I’m here with Gabby, about to leave her to go get my baby from my parents’ house (whom don’t even know I have a ‘fuck buddy’) and all I can think is, When am I going to see her again?

  She’s wrapped in my arms in her bed in the middle of a Sunday, the sunlight pouring in, cascading over her brilliant Brazilian curves, and I groan when she rolls into me and lays her leg over mine.

  “Gab, what’re you doing?” I moan, stretching, trying to stop my dick from getting hard for her again. Three times this morning is probably a record for me, but dammit if my asshole dick doesn’t want to try for more.

  Is there even anything else left in it?

  “I’m just so horny,” she whispers in my ear. “Last night was brutal, not being able to touch you all night.”

  Her lips suck and bite at my neck, her nails play with my nipple piercings, sending waves of pleasure straight to my fucking groin. Shit, this woman is nonstop. She’s right, though. Last night was torture, but it’s all because she won’t let me tell people about us. I’ve tried, but, every time the topic comes up, she shuts me up with a kiss and a fuck like none other. She doesn’t want people to know we’re fucking, probably for the same reason she doesn’t want to be exclusive with me. It all means commitment, and Gabby doesn’t do commitment. Hell, she won’t even meet my daughter because of that.

  I know she has demons. I’ve heard her nightmares and felt her body tremble, but she’s never opened up to me about them, and I’m in no place to pry. Lying here, though, with her hands making me harder by the second, is only going to make me late to my parents. They kept Hannah last night while I attended a work party. I work for Carson and Lewis, a startup firm that my best friend Adam and I run. To say he has power and money is an understatement. He’s fucking loaded, and gets anything and everything he needs with a snap of his finger. It’s insane, but I’m happy he’s on my side. His fiancé is best friends with Gabby, so, when I went last night, I should have figured she’d be there. Seeing her with her bright yellow skin tight dress on, her bronzed skin glowing, and not being able to touch her all night was fucking brutal. The minute I got her back in her apartment, I couldn’t take my hands off her, she’s so goddamned beautiful. Now, I have a half hour to head out and get to my parents’ house before my mom starts calling, worrying. I feel like a teenager sometimes with Gabby with all the sneaking around and lying, but she’ll drop me the minute I tell anyone, and I can’t have that happen. I’m addicted. It’s crazy, but I need her.

  “Babe, I gotta go get Hannah. My parents are probably worn out from last night with that girl. I know she’s a handful.” I stand up and chuckle when she pouts, but, as soon as her phone dings, she hops out of bed and turns giddy with whatever’s on the screen.

  “What’s that all about?” I ask, pulling up my jeans and looking around for my shirt. Where the hell did I put it last night?

  “Ellie,” she smiles and giggles, typing something out on her screen.

  Ellie. The other woman that was in Gabby’s life before I came along. Apparently, she likes men and women… fine by me, but I didn’t realize I was sharing her anymore. Stopping my search for my shirt, I look over at her typing and cock my head.

  “Wait, you’re still seeing her?” I ask, trying not to sound hurt, but I don’t think it’s too convincing.

  “Uh… yes?” she asks, her hands dropping to her sides, and her eyebrows rising.

  “Oh.” I nod, trying to process that the girl I’ve been fucking, even though we weren’t monogamous, has been with the ‘competition’ too. And, by the looks of it, it’s been recently.

  “Don’t, Benton. We’ve been through this,” she huffs, crossing her arms. “I told you I don’t do relationships. I warned you-“

  “I know you fucking warned me, Gabby, but you never told me you’ve been fucking someone else!” I yell, pissed that she can’t commit to me. Pissed that I’m letting myself get worked up over this. Pissed that I’m pissed.

  “B, please.” She sighs, walking over to me. “I just like to have fun.” Her hands run up and down my arms, trying to calm me.

  She’s not stupid, she’s a lawyer for fuck’s sake, so she can see anger coming from a mile away. Gabby knows how my anger can get if it’s not subdued quickly, and, luckily, she knows exactly how to subdue it. Just being around her makes me feel something better than I was feeling. Her presence alone makes me want to be a better man.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “I know you said that… and it’s not fair of me to expect anything else… but shit, Gab, that doesn’t mean I want to see it!”

  She quirks her eyebrow at me, and I immediately know what she’s thinking. Always sex.

  “No,” I chuckle. “Not happening.” Though I’ve toyed with the idea plenty of times, I don’t think I’d be able to actually go through with a threesome with her and Ellie. Ellie’s not bad looking, but she’s flat lesbian. She wouldn’t pay any attention to my dick, and I’m not turning into the side act while the two girls go at it, no matter how hot that would be.

  “Fine,” she huffs, then backs away. “I’ll text you,” she says, practically pushing me out the door, and shutting it, before I’m able to reply.

  She fucking just pushed me out! No shirt, no shoes… just jeans and skin. She’s done it before out of playfulness, but something tells me she’s cool with me leaving without my things. Ellie’s probably on her way over. That’s the only option.

  “Nice, Benton.” I hear Ellie whistle when the elevator door open. Jesus, Gab doesn’t waste time, does she?

  Ellie’s eyeing my body like its meat, and she’s a very hungry carnivore. Isn’t she a lesbian? She’s not supposed to look at me like that, is she? Sure, I know it’s a sight. The piercings, the tattoos… it’s nothing that most girls haven’t seen nowadays, though, so why she’d be looking at me like that is just confusing.

  “Ellie,” I growl, knocking on Gabby’s door. No fucking way I’m leaving without my shoes, at least.

  The door swings open to Gabby’s laughing face, her hands holding my belongings, but, as soon as she sees Ellie, she drops my shit, cursing and fumbl
ing to pick it up. Maybe she didn’t expect her this soon.

  “Here, sorry… uh… hi, El,” she stammers, handing me my things.

  I don’t stick around for what happens next, though from Gabby’s surprise to Ellie’s grin, I’m assuming it isn’t anything good… for them at least.

  Grinning to myself, I head to the car to go get my baby, and hopefully get her home before naptime. Last night was a long night, and I didn’t sleep much. This daddy could definitely use some couch snuggles with his girl before work starts again tomorrow.

  Walking into my parents’ house, my senses immediately flare at the smell of my mom’s homemade meatloaf.

  Dammit, I miss that.

  “Hey, Mom! Dad, I’m here!” I yell upstairs, hearing the TV on in the playroom. Putting money on the fact that they’re both playing with Hannah, I make my way into the kitchen for a soda. Coffee sounds better, but it looks like they’ve already emptied the pot for today.

  “Hey, son,” my dad says, rounding the corner with Hannah in his arms. “She’s a busy one!” he laughs as she wiggles out of his grip and lunges for me.

  “Dada!!!” The squeal that comes out of her is heartwarming. She’s always so happy to see me.

  Adopting a baby turned out to be the only way that Carly and I were ever going to have a family. When she was in the accident last year, and taken from me far too early, I decided to go along with the adoption, because I thought it would help all of the emotions rolling through me. Being able to focus on another life than focusing on the bad in mine sounded like a solid plan. And it was, for a couple weeks, until the sleepless nights caught up with me.

  That’s when the piercings and tattoos started.

  I don’t have many, but it’s a way for me to feel like a human again when my mind won’t stop replaying that night a year ago, and my body won’t stop shutting down due to lack of sleep. I needed something to make me feel. At one point in the last year, I found that in pain.