Free Crazy Beautiful Love by J.S. Cooper Page A

hurtful
to me. There were times I felt he was just role-playing with me, and yet there
were times I knew he was deliberately trying to hurt me.
    “I never said I
wasn’t.”
    “You can leave.” I
rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should
have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down.
I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just
spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he
had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.
    “I haven’t fucked
you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my
face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me
towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.
    “I’m not crying,”
I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I
was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my
mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that
I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely
think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down
my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting
to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it
lasted.
    “What are you
doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”
    “No.” I shook my
head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”
    “I need to go.” He
looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just
couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door,
I shouldn’t have done that.”
    “What, is Logan Martelli apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a
small smile, trying to break the tension between us.
    “We shouldn’t be
here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.
    “Don’t you want me
to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t
want him to leave.
    “Why did you come
to find me tonight?”
    I shook my head,
not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do
relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my
comments about us falling in love and getting married.
    “How did you know
I would be at the pier?”
    I sighed and
looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to
think I’m a stalker.”
    “Tell me.” He
stared at me, unblinking.
    “Joey Kennedy told
me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and
he froze.
    “You know Joey
Kennedy?”
    “Yeah, we were
friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your
brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower
lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.
    “ Shhhh .” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled
his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll
stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”
    “No,” I mouthed up
at him, and I gasped as he slid into me, hard and deep. His eyes never broke
away from mine as he thrust into me, and I cried out as he then pulled out and
rubbed the tip of himself against me. “Please,” I moaned as I gazed up at him,
panting.
    “Please what?”
    “Put it back in.”
    “What?” He smiled
down at me, and his green irises looked black.
    “Please put it
back in me,” I moaned and reached up to pull him down to me.
    “What?”
    “Fuck me, Logan,”
I whimpered.
    “What? I can’t
hear you.”
    “Fuck me, Logan!”
I screamed up at him.
    He smiled and
cocked his ear. “What?”
    “Fuck me, Logan Martelli !” I screamed so loudly that I swore the neighbors
could