This Is Crazy

by Natasha Madison

  “Down,” I command them, and they jump off the couch and sit right next to her. She turns on her side, and this time, her feet are in my lap.

  “I’m only supposed to kiss your master,” she whispers to them. “I’m his.” She looks over at me, and it takes me only a second to cover her with myself. What I’m not expecting is for her to open her legs for me and wrap them around my waist with her hands up by her head. My hands slip into hers, and I lower my mouth to hers. I tasted her not long ago, but the taste of her again makes me groan. I hold my weight up, and she arches her back up to me. I let her go now, kneeling on the couch between her legs. Her shirt rose up, so you see her smooth stomach, and I look down mesmerized with it. My thumb slowly rubs it. Her skin is silky and smooth and hot, and I’m in a trance at this point.

  I want to raise her shirt a bit more just to rub her skin. “That tickles,” she finally says breathlessly.

  “I think we should go to bed,” I say, getting off the couch. She props herself up on her elbows, looking at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses.

  “Are we going to bed together?” she asks me, and it takes everything in me to answer her.

  “No.” I shake my head. “I said I wanted you here, but I’m not going to push you to sleep with me.”

  “You can’t force me to do anything,” she says, getting off the couch. “But if you don’t want to sleep with me, it’s all good.” She smirks at me.

  “I’m going to let that slide,” I tell her, “because I don’t think you’re ready for me to tell you how much I want you.” Her eyes cloud over. “I don’t think you’re ready for me to take you to my bed because when I finally get you in that bed …” I walk to her, tilting her head up by her chin. “We’ll be in there for a while.”

  “A while, huh?” She smiles, and I peck her softly on the lips. “Fine, I’ll go to my room.” She turns around, and I watch her swing her hips. “If you change your mind, you’ll know where to find me.” She looks over her shoulder. “I also should warn you I sleep naked,” she says. I squeeze my hands into fists, and she just laughs.

  “Good night, Zara,” I say through clenched teeth and watch her walk to the bedroom wiggling her hand in the air. I look up again and turn to go to my room. “This is going to be fun,” I say sarcastically to myself. I throw the covers off the bed and slide in, grabbing my phone.

  I text her.

  Me: Is everything okay?

  She answers right away.

  Zara: This bed is so comfy.

  Me: I’m here if you need anything.

  I send her the message, and I hope to fuck she doesn’t push me.

  Zara: I do need someone to tuck me in. ;)

  Me: I take back that you’re sweet.

  I reply, smiling. She is better than fucking sweet.

  Zara: HA HA HA

  I turn on my television, flipping through the channels, and I don’t even know what the fuck is on television at this time. I stop at SportsCenter and watch the highlights of the games from tonight. I see the highlights of the game from New York.

  I don’t care what anyone says; Max and Matthew have the best chemistry on ice, and just watching them play, you wonder why they are going to retire, but hey, they both have more than one Stanley cup ring, so why not. Go out on a high note is what I always said. I watch SportsCenter for thirty more minutes and then realize that the dogs aren’t in my bed. I get out of bed and look on the couch and still don’t see them.

  The back door is not open, so I walk to the front door, and I see her door open. But most importantly, I see her sitting up in the bed watching television with both dogs on the bed. “What is going on in here?” I say, standing in the doorway.

  “I was sitting in bed, and I heard sniffing at the door. When I went to open it, she was lying down.” She pets Lilo’s head. “Then I came back to bed, and she followed and so did he.” She points at Stitch who is lying down, but his eyes are on mine, expecting me to tell them to get down. “Would you like to join us and watch this movie?” she asks me, and I look at the television. “It’s The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock.”

  I shake my head. “Why, why are you testing my limits, woman?” I tell her and walk into the room. The dogs still don’t leave her as she lies in the middle of the bed.

  “Don’t be like that. I’m sure you can be the perfect gentleman.” She leans over and folds over the cover and scoots over, making the dogs groan and move over. “Don’t worry, I’m fully dressed,” she says, and I swear this woman is going to be the death of me.

  I get under the covers next to her, and Lilo lies between us almost like she is guarding her. “You are supposed to love me,” I tell her, and she just lays her head down. Zara puts her hand on Lilo’s back.

  “Don’t talk to my girl like that,” she says, smiling. I grab her hand in mine, and just like that, we watch a movie together in bed. Like it’s been done for years except I haven’t even known her for a month. She moves her legs and that makes Lilo also move, but she gets up and goes to the other side of Zara and lies down on top of her, and Zara has to move closer to me. She does all this while laughing. I open my arms and reach around, pulling her close to me. She looks up at me, the little freckles on her nose that you don’t really see except if you are really close.

  “Hey,” she whispers.

  “Hey,” I say and lean down to take her mouth again. Her tongue slides into my mouth and then we both moan. We scoot down and make out while the remote falls on the floor. The dogs get off the bed, and then it’s just the two of us. My mouth never leaves hers. I’m lost in her, lost in the kiss, so lost that the television turns off from inactivity. Her leg hitches up over my hips, my cock against her core, and our clothes the only barrier stopping me from sliding into her. My hands roam from her ass to her back to her hair. I manage to get the elastics out and then bury my hands in it. I don’t know how long we kiss for, and if you ask me, it’s not long enough. She lays her head on my shoulder and just pulls me closer to her. Our chests are flush together, and with our feet intertwined and her in my arms, I fall asleep.

  The next morning when my eyes flutter open, I have to take a second to get my bearings. I look beside me and see the bed empty, but the sheets still feel warm. I toss the blankets over me and get out of bed in search of my woman. I don’t have to go far before I hear her talking to the dogs.

  “Now where does he keep your food?” she asks them, and I hear the cupboards open and close. “You guys must be hungry, right?” I stand by the counter and watch her as she gets to know my kitchen with both of my dogs watching her. Both their tails wagging. “Oh, I found the treats,” she says and hands them both a treat. “Don’t tell on me.”

  “Too late,” I say, and she jumps back.

  “Shit, you scared me,” she says, holding her hand to her chest. “I can’t find their food, and they are starving,” she tells me.

  I walk into the kitchen and take her in my arms. “You left me,” I say. I bury my face into her neck, and she moves her head to the side, giving me access.

  “They had to pee, and so did I,” she says. “Go feed them, and I will make us coffee.” I nod my head and turn to the dogs.

  “Let’s go, you two,” I tell them, and they follow me to the garage where I scoop out their food. I open the door for them and then walk back into the house.

  She is making her coffee, and I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her neck because her hair is tied up again. “You know what you are missing?” she tells me, and I just grumble. “A nice couch outside.”

  “So let’s go buy one,” I tell her, grabbing my own coffee. Taking her hand, I lead her outside, and we watch the dogs run around. I sit in one of the rocking chairs and then look at her. “Yeah, we need a couch out here,” I tell her, and she sits in the rocking chair next to me, tucking her feet under her.

  “What time is the event tonight?” she asks, taking a sip of her coffee and watching
the dogs run.

  “I have to be there at six thirty,” I tell her. “There is a red carpet.” She turns her head to look at me. “You don’t have to walk with me,” I tell her, “but you can if you want to.”

  “Um,” she says. “I’m good with watching from the sidelines.”

  “I thought you would be,” I tell her, “but make no mistake about it, everyone is going to know you’re there with me.” She rolls her eyes at me. We spend the day lounging on the couch while I buy a round couch for outside. We also have a heavy-duty make-out session that leaves me rock hard and has her running to take a shower.

  I slip on my suit jacket when I see it’s almost six. It’s the suit she sold me, and I smile when I look into the mirror. I grab my Rolex and slip it on and then go in search of her.

  Her bedroom door is closed, and I find Lilo lying in front of it. “Did she kick you out?” I ask her and then knock softly on the door.

  “Come in,” she shouts, and I’m not ready for the sight that greets me. Sitting at the end of the bed on one of the white benches, she is leaning over and tying the strap to her gold heels. But all I see are her legs—her long, lean, and soft fucking legs. Her head turns toward the door, and I see that she has makeup on. Not a lot but the perfect amount to make her green eyes pop even more. She’s left her strawberry blond hair loose with soft curls. “I’m almost ready,” she says, and all I can do is stare when she gets up, and I finally see her full outfit. It’s a pink gold colored outfit in all sequins. The sleeves are long and tied tight at her wrists, making the sleeves baggy. It’s a V-neck in the front, and the waist looks like it’s crossed over. The kicker is it reaches her mid thigh, so her legs are all out. I have no idea what the fuck she is wearing, but I do know she isn’t going out like this. “I have to just get my purse,” she says, walking to her purse, and I see the skirt slink around her legs.

  “You can’t go out like that,” I finally tell her, putting my hands in my pocket. “What else do you have?”

  “What is wrong with this outfit?” she says, looking down. There is nothing wrong with it, and now that she’s facing me, I see it’s a wrap dress.

  “Well, for one, it’s not long enough,” I tell her, and she just laughs, making me glare at her. “For two, it’s not long enough,” I repeat because besides the length, she looks amazing. “Three, it’s not fucking long enough, Zara,” I say, now running my hands through my hair.

  “Oh, you are wearing the suit you got,” she says, walking over, and all I see are her legs and the fucking dress that just brushes against her. Then to top it all off, she’s wearing fucking gold stilettos. A single gold strap over her toes and then another around her fucking ankle. “You look amazing,” she says, smoothing the jacket. “We should get going. You are going to be late.”

  “Zara,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “Actually”—she turns and looks at me—“can we get a picture so I can send it to Zoe?” she asks and walks ahead of me toward the long mirror hanging in the entrance. She stands there and holds the phone up to snap a picture of me looking at her. “You have to smile and not glare.” She laughs and then I just shake my head.

  “Can you please, please go change?” I ask her. I’m not opposed to begging.

  “Don’t be silly,” she says. “Besides, the slip under is shorts so you can’t see anything.” She turns to look at me and then tilts her head back. “I really want to kiss you right now, but I’m wearing lip gloss.” My hands grab her face, and I kiss her, smudging her lip gloss. My hand in her hair now making it more wild than before. I see little soft red dots where my scruff pricked her.

  “Is there any chance you will go change?” I ask her softly.

  “Not a chance,” she says, wiping off her lip gloss from her lips. “But there is a good chance I can show you what I’m wearing under it when we get home.”

  “This is not helping right now,” I say and grab her hand, almost pulling her out of the house. I walk to the side passenger door and open it for her. She stops beside me and kisses my cheek.

  “Well, you look handsome,” she says, and then steps into the car and sits, making her skirt go higher.

  “This is going to be the longest night of my life,” I say, closing the door and walking to my side of the car.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zara

  I try to hide my laughter while he gets into the car, and all he does is grump and pout. The outfit is short, but it’s so slinky and sexy and sassy I had to wear it. Plus, after seeing his face when he saw me, I had no choice.

  “Is there going to be food there?” I ask him. “I’m getting a bit hungry.”

  “There should be,” he says, looking over, and now it’s my turn to look at him. The black suit did not do him justice when he tried it on in the showroom. Having it on him tailored and perfect with his white shirt under it and the gold cufflinks, he was so hot as fuck. I look down, sending the picture of him scowling to Zoe.

  Zoe: I think I saw that same look on Matthew and Max.

  “My sister says you look nice.” I laugh at the comment. He pulls up to the arena and heads to the underground parking. He scans his badge that is in his middle console, and the black doors open. He makes his way down to where the players park, and I see that it’s almost full. He puts the car in park in his reserved parking spot, his name on the concrete wall in front of us. I grab the lip gloss from my little purse to reapply it. I put it back in the purse, and he opens the door, coming to me and kissing me. “I just put my lip gloss on,” I tell him, grabbing a tissue and wiping it off his mouth.

  “I know,” he says and then comes back in for a little peck. He then holds out his hand, and I grab it to help me down. He presses a button on the keys, making the car beep. We walk to a black side door with my hand in his the whole time. He opens the door with his free hand and holds it open for me to walk in before him, my hand slipping out of his.

  “Oh shit,” someone says, and I look up at a guy who looks the same age as Justin. “Goddamn.”

  Evan stand beside me and looks at him. “What’s up, Patterson?” he says, doing the chin up.

  “Hey, Richards,” Patterson says, and that is all he says. He’s too busy staring at me.

  “Hi,” I say, and I’m about to put my hand out when I’m yanked away and just look at Evan. We walk down the carpeted hallway, and he says hello to a couple of people and then finally we get to the locker room where the guys are all waiting.

  “Hey,” he says, sticking his head in, and I hear a guy laughing.

  “Oh, New York is going to be so much fun,” he says, slapping the bench next to him. “Dude, you are going to die.” I shake my head and hold the purse up to my mouth to hide my laughter.

  I lean in, and whisper, “I’ll protect you.”

  “Okay folks, we are about to do the introductions, and then there is the red carpet.” A man who I think is the PR guy comes in and then looks over at us. “Everyone in place please.” He claps his hands. “By number please except captain and assistant,” he says and walks over to us.

  “Can you take her out there?” Evan says to him. “Zara, this is Tristan.” He motions to the man wearing a Gucci suede suit that was on the runway last season.

  “We’ve met.” I look at Evan. “He came to collect me in Jersey.”

  He smiles and then nods his head when he sees that the reporters are watching. “I have to go.”

  “See you out there,” I tell him and then wait for Tristan to lead the way. We walk down the hallway, passing the reporters, and I keep my head down as well as my eyes. This is his night, and I don’t want to overshadow it by being here. He walks me out to the ice that has been transformed into a casino. A black carpeted floor covers the ice with different tables set upon one side of the ice. He walks me to where a crowd is forming.

  “These are all the season ticket holders,” he tells me. “There are also some contest winners and of course the Dallas oil billionaires.” I smile at hi
m when I see someone I recognize.

  “Excuse me,” I tell him and walk up to the woman who is staring at her date’s face. “Well, well, well, Cori,” I say, trying to hide my smile. “If it isn’t the woman who had to rush off.” I joke with her when she turns and see me. Cori started out as Kellie’s assistant, and when her manager got fired, she took his place.

  “Oh, fuck,” she says. “I had no idea you would be here.” She looks at her date. “Harry, this is Zara.” The man who is wearing this year’s Armani suit holds out his hand. He has his black hair pulled back, and I swear he could be a model, but I know who this is.

  “You must be Brian’s brother,” I say, and he just smirks. “I see the resemblance.”

  “Well, there goes that secret love,” he says to her and brings her close to him. I see her outfit now. It’s a champagne color that goes low in the front and has an accordion skirt. A black satin belt makes the whole outfit.

  “What are you doing here?” she says, bringing her glass of champagne to her mouth. “Doesn’t your family play for New York?” I smile and look down but grab a champagne glass from the passing waiter.

  “Testing one, two.” I hear from the speaker and look toward the spotlight that is on a man standing on the stage. “Oh, that’s bright,” he says, laughing. “I want to take a second and thank you all for coming out for our annual casino night.” I look around while the man speaks, and I spot the wives right away. All well dressed and stuck together away from anyone who isn’t them. I’ve seen it time and time again; Karrie has to deal with the cattiness all the time, but with Allison and Vivienne in her corner, no one fucks with her, and we all socialize. “It’s my honor to introduce you to the dealers tonight.” The man starts introducing the players, and when he introduces Evan, I have to smile as I silently clap my hands. He walks up the step to the stage and looks out, waving as he walks over to the other guys and stands with them. The last one out is the captain of the team. “Okay, it’s time to raise some money,” he says. “The players will be around all night, and some might even be your dealer.”