Page 91 of Crazy Thing

Now, standing here under the green, leafy canopy, she strokes a hand down my stubbly cheek. “The internship was important to you, Darius. I’m sorry that you lost it under those circumstances.”

I grab her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Well, everything worked out for the best in the end.” I shrug. “But on the day I lost that internship, in my short-sighted teenaged brain, it seemed like the end of me.”

She leans her cheek against my collarbone and I press my lips to the crown of her head.

“And I want to make it clear—that girl at the Soul of Summer Festival—I didn’t choose her over you. The last thing on my mind was hooking up with another girl. That day, I was so numb, I barely even realized that she was dancing with me. I was completely numb. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

“I never gave you a chance to explain yourself,” Ziggy says resentfully. “I never even listened to you.”

I huff. “Don’t blame yourself for this, Ziggy. None of my excuses are good enough. I was an utter asshole to you and you were totally justified in refusing to talk to me by the time I came around and realized my mistake. All I know is, I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

My lips brush across hers and I sigh with relief when she doesn’t push me away. Heaven knows I don’t deserve her sweet kisses.

A long silence passes between us, and then Ziggy speaks. “I forgive you, Darius.” She says the words, and her body relaxes fully against mine. It’s like she’s shed a defense mechanism she never even realized was weighing her down.

My shoulders soften, too. “Thank you,” I breathe out, feeling genuinely relieved. I pull back, looking into her eyes. I gather her cheeks in my palms. “And just know this—I didn’t keep you a secret because I was ashamed of you, Ziggy. I kept you a secret because I wanted to keep you mine. I didn’t want to share you. Having five boisterous siblings, I had to share everything. But you? Our walks in the forest, our conversations on the riverbank, our kiss? I wanted to keep all of you to myself. And if I had any idea that I was hurting you by keeping our friendship a secret, I would have shouted your name from every rooftop in Starlight Falls.” I inhale. “I am so fucking proud of you.”

Her tears are spilling uncontrollably now. “Hearing you say that means so much to me. Thank you.”

Based on her sincere reaction, I can tell that she’s been starving for words of validation for a long, long time. I’m happy to give them to her. “I’m proud of the woman you’ve become. I’m proud to be your friend. And in time, I’m hoping to become a whole lot more than that.”

I lower my face. She meets me halfway, her lips eagerly sweeping against mine. The kiss quickly intensifies. Our hands are all over each other. I’m ripping off her shorts. She’s shoving my pants down to my ankles.

I push her against the bark of a big tree. Her hands grasp at my erection, stroking up and down my rigid shaft, making my temperature skyrocket a thousand degrees.

“Let me fuck you, gorgeous.” I take over from her, guiding my erection to her dripping slit.

Together, we moan as I penetrate her.

I’m weak. I’m unsteady. I’m drunk.

My forehead drops to her shoulder and I breathe her in. Dammit. She smells amazing. And she feels so fucking good.

Kissing a path up her neck to her earlobe, I try to keep my pulse steady. “I love being inside you. I love your tight pussy and the way it squeezes me.” I grab her waist, lifting her slightly. Then I drop her on my cock, completely filling her again.

Letting her head fall against the tree trunk, she mewls my name with wild abandon.

Grabbing hold of her supple ass, I lift and drop her again, pulsing and throbbing inside her. “I love the way you moan for me.”

She hugs me tighter. And I know without a doubt, there’s no better feeling in the world than this. Being inside Ziggy. Feeling her slight arms around me. Enjoying the squeeze of her slippery pussy.

“I love the way your eyes roll back into your head. And the way you hug me so tight.”

I love you, Ziggy.

I’m ravenous with the need to experience her. I begin to rock inside her. I thrust deep, bottoming out with each rut. I fuck her and her body responds, telling me this is exactly what she wants.

Pink hair flutters across her face as she jerks her hips, riding me. Her tits bounce with each rhythmic thrust. Blue eyes roll into her head. I’ve never seen a prettier sight.

I pull back for a fraction of a second, just to admire her. “Can’t ever get over how beautiful you are,” I mutter into the air between us.

She shudders, her eyes soft with vulnerability. “Darius…”

Bowing my head, I suck on her neck and jaw as I thrust into her and listen to her go wild for me. My lust for her fills my head and I lose my mind in the best way.

With Ziggy pinned against that tree trunk, I fuck her until she releases all control and screams. Her pussy ripples, hot waves of wetness pouring down my cock. Her channel holds me in a slippery death grip as she peaks.

I feel the rush of my own orgasm racing toward me like a runaway train jumping its tracks. I manage to jerk my cock from inside her right in time to explode all over the bark of the tree.

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