Crazy For You by Alexander, S.B. (love story novels in english TXT) 📗

notch. Mia deserved to be happy, and for as much as Grady could be an ass, he did too. I thought they made a great couple. Mia was the yin to his yang.

“She does,” Georgia agreed. “I don’t think Grady is interested in anyone else, either.”

“I’m shocked. I mean, not that he likes Mia. She’s beautiful. But I’ve only ever known Grady to play the field.”

Georgia raised her knees so her feet were planted on the lounge chair. “I think she’s taming him.”

“I would like to see that. Maybe he’ll stop talking shit about me to Colton.”

Georgia rounded her green gaze to me. “What shit?”

I hadn’t told Georgia or Mia everything that Colton had said to me in my garage or that I’d seen him in his boxer briefs. The less I talked about him, the better for my psyche. But if I didn’t tell Georgia, she would be upset. I also didn’t want to make a big deal about Grady’s comment. I was trying not to let it bother me. But the liquor was toying with my emotions. “Grady thinks I look better with long hair.”

She gasped. “Colton told you that?”

I shuddered. “I shouldn’t have cut my hair.”

She slapped my leg. “Nonsense. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, chica. I wasn’t looking for a compliment.” I searched the partygoers. “You think Colton will be here?”

Maybe he wasn’t coming. When Georgia had picked me up, his truck had been in the driveway. I wondered if he’d gotten into a fight with his dad again. Or maybe he was grounded. Regardless, it was probably best I didn’t see him. I still hadn’t recovered from the other night.

Georgia nursed her beer. “He’s probably running late.”

Or getting pummeled by his dad. It was time to change the subject and get my mind off my crush. But it was hard to get the image of him in his boxer briefs out of my head.

“Are you still going to throw your party next weekend?” I asked Georgia.

“Of course. We need to live it up this year. Make memories and all that.”

“If my dad gets his way, I might be leaving with my aunt.” I was going out on a limb on that one—the alcohol was starting to screw with me. I didn’t really think Dad would ship me off while he was still alive.

She jabbed a long blue nail into my bare leg. “You are not moving.” Her tone was harder than the large rock next to my chair. “You’re just going to have to show your aunt you are not a good girl. I doubt she would want to take on a teenage brat.” She searched my face as she frowned. “I say this with heartfelt emotion. Your dad isn’t gone yet, Skyler Lawson, and he wouldn’t ship you off while he’s still alive.”

I sipped my beer. The more I drank, the less I noticed the skunk smell. “Let’s not talk about that right now. We’re supposed to have fun. Right?”

On my last word, I spotted Colton sauntering down the path from the house. Georgia and I had our backs to the ocean just so we could people watch better.

Georgia followed my line of sight, and that frown turned into an instant smile. “Yum to the nth degree. Now the party is heating up. You have got to lose your virginity to him. If you don’t, I will.”

It was my turn to poke her with my short nails. I didn’t paint them like she and Mia did. I mainly chewed on them, a habit I’d developed since learning Dad had ALS. “Not on your life.”

“Chill. I’m just kidding. Well, maybe not. That hair of his. I just want to run my fingers through it.”

“I saw him in his boxer briefs the other night.” I took another gulp of beer, suddenly regretting saying that, since I caught one of the girls on the blanket jerk her head in our direction.

Georgia screamed so loud it hurt my ears. Thankfully, the waves crashed at the perfect time to drown out the conversation.

She swung her legs over her chair and leaned into me. “How come you’re just telling me this now?”

My face burned as images of the other night danced before me. “For this reason.” I twirled a finger around her excited yet shocked expression. Might as well give her the biggest news of them all. “He’s huge too.”

“He had a boner?” Shock slammed into Georgia’s sweet Southern voice before she raised her cup. “This calls for a drink.”

Mia skipped back at that moment with a liter of marshmallow vodka—ew.

“Okay, ladies. Time to taste the good stuff.” Mia sat on the edge of my chair, facing Georgia. She uncapped the bottle and drank like she was thirsty after a long cheer workout.

Georgia dumped her beer and grabbed the bottle.

My eyes bugged out.

Georgia shrugged. “What? You just told me you saw Colton’s boner. I need to quiet my lady hormones.”

Mia squealed. “Did you two fuck?”

It was my turn to drink.

Mia and Georgia waited for me to tell them more. There wasn’t much to tell, and the less Mia knew, the better. She was too close to Grady. I didn’t know why I was worried about her, though, since Colton probably told him that he teased me until my panties were soaked. He wouldn’t have been wrong.

“I didn’t exactly see him naked,” I said.

Georgia shook her blond head of curls. “Doesn’t matter. You will. And no, she hasn’t fucked him. Again, she will.”

I took another long swig of the marshmallow vodka, which was rather tasty and went down easily. I tossed my beer, then poured vodka into my cup.

Both of my friends watched in quiet fascination. “You said to let loose. Well, when we start talking about Colton or his dick, I have to do something.” The thought of having sex with him was making that spot between my legs throb endlessly.

The three of us fell into a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” a familiar but irritating voice asked as bitter laughter tumbled