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

The mood was somber and chill. My friends were mourning with me. The plan had been to hang at Georgia’s for the weekend, but Mia had called and told us to get our asses over to Grady’s.

“Skye needs to take her mind off of things,” she had said.

I agreed. Otherwise, my eyes would have been swollen shut from bawling, which I’d done since the minute I’d woken up that morning. The house felt empty, cold, and depressing. I understood why Dad moved us to a new house after Mom died—the memories were painful. I’d cried for an hour before I even got out of bed, then tried to go into his room but couldn’t.

“It’s too soon,” Nan had said. “Go to Georgia’s and try to unwind.”

So I’d showered, dressed, and packed a bag before heading to my BFF’s.

“Baby doll, are you okay?” Colton said in my ear.

His gravelly voice shattered the depressing haze I was in. “I am.” I loved being out on the beach and listening to the waves. I especially loved being in his arms. The grief that was settling in had become stronger that morning, but his presence dulled the pain.

“I feel like the lone wolf.” Georgia giggled as she stared at the flames.

I guess I would have, too, if I was alone with two couples. Mia was cozied up to Grady, and Colton had his arms around me while I sat between his legs with my back to his front.

“You could always join us,” Grady announced as he waggled his eyebrows.

Mia pinched Grady’s leg. “Grady.” Her tone was lethal.

“What?” he asked innocently, though all of us knew otherwise. “Come on, babe. You know you want to have a threesome.”

Colton cleared his throat. “So, man, is your dad at another timeshare convention this weekend?”

Grady’s expression went from playful to perplexed, or maybe he wanted to deck Colton for changing the subject. “Something like that.”

Grady’s dad owned several resorts from Florida to the Bahamas, which kept him busy with traveling just about every weekend. Apparently, weekends were the busiest times for selling timeshares. In addition, since Grady’s parents had divorced a few years ago, his dad worked constantly.

“You know what we need to help Skyler,” Grady said.

I glared at him. If he so much as said “threesome,” I would throw him in the ocean.

Mia perked up. “Party, music, dancing.”

I wasn’t sure I was up for a party. I would prefer to spend time alone with Colton. But I knew my friends were trying to help.

“Babe,” Grady said to Mia. “You read my mind.”

They were definitely a match made in heaven.

Georgia was on her feet in seconds, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll send some texts.”

Before long, Mia and Grady were both on their phones.

“Want to take a walk?” Colton asked as he brushed his lips over my ear.

“Instead of a walk, can we do something else?” I asked.

“Mmm. I have an idea.” He peppered kisses along my neck.

I leaned into him, relaxing even more. I wanted nothing more than to let him do whatever he wanted to me. But I needed to expend some energy. Sure, sex could probably have done just that, but I had the sudden urge to get on my skateboard. There was something about the feeling of catching air or just cruising that gave me the sense that Dad was with me. Maybe because he’d given me my board.

I popped up and held out my hand. “Come on.” I tipped my head toward Grady’s house.

His brown eyes darkened as he plastered on the most belly-tingling grin I had yet to see on him. He was upright in one second flat.

I hated to disappoint him, but I tugged him as we bypassed Grady’s house.

“Where are we going?” he asked. “The door into the house is that way?” He stabbed a finger behind him.

“Skate park.” I stuck out my bottom lip.

Confusion lined his forehead. “You want to skate?”

I pouted more. “Please. Afterwards, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He lit up like a Christmas tree. “Whatever I want?”

I captured my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded.

“Deal,” he said too quickly.

I giggled, knowing he had something intimate in mind for later, but I was cool with that.

Fifteen minutes later, Colton and I were at the skate park.

“I hope you don’t want me to get on that board.” He pointed to my baby in my hand as we walked up to the bowl.

“Why not? Don’t you surf?”

“I haven’t since Josh died. But surfing and skateboarding are not the same.”

I rolled my eyes. “Kind of similar.”

“Yeah, but if I fall on my face in there”—he stabbed a finger to the brightly lit bowl where four boys were flying high and doing verticals—“I’m toast. At least in the water, I might be bruised, but my bones won’t be connecting with cement. Coach might kill me if I break a bone.”

“How about you watch while I do my thing?”

“I’ll watch you do anything.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Remember, when we’re done here, it’s my turn. You’ll do what I want. Right?”

I rolled my eyes and shrugged as I headed in.

“Skyler,” Colton called. Then he swaggered up to me, his hair loose around his shoulders, his jaw full of scruff, his red T-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and his jeans encasing his thick thighs and narrow hips.

My lady parts throbbed at how gorgeous he really was, and the closer he got, the need to skate died a quick death.

He sized me up with a hooded expression. I shivered where I stood, with my skateboard in one hand as the other landed on his waist for nothing more than to steady myself.

He gripped my neck with his big palm as his forehead touched mine. “You’re all mine after this.” The huskiness of his voice threatened pleasure and passion.

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Promise.”

He leaned down, captured my lips, and bit lightly. “Good. Now, let’s see what you can do on that board.”

I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to do