Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(87)

I start to laugh while I pump into her, because I’m making love to a woman in a fucking ball pit.

“West,” she whispers, arching into me while I thrust.

“We’re crazy, you know that?”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever seduced in my ball pit,” she informs me. “Or on my trampoline. Or…in my home.”

I meet her eyes in the low light, with a fucking yellow ball between our cheeks and I realize she feels it too.

The I love you that we’re both too scared to say.

“My nuts and I are highly honored,” I tell her.

And then we’re both laughing again, and I thrust deeper inside of her until we’re not laughing anymore, until we’re two people chasing mutual pleasure, except I’m positive this gorgeous, amazing woman panting and writhing beneath me is holding out until I get off first.

“Daisy—”

“Oh my god, look at this place!” my sister Allie suddenly shrieks somewhere above us.

“Love the walls,” Staci says dryly.

I freeze.

Daisy freezes.

And then she squeezes my dick with her inner walls, and fuck, I’m gonna come.

Again.

I pull back slowly, then push inside her while my sisters squawk about above us.

If they jump in this pit, I’m going to dismember each and every one of them.

Daisy flexes her channel around me again as I bury myself fully within her, and oh, fucking glory, she’s so tight and hot and perfect.

“One more,” she whispers desperately. “Just one more, West. One more.”

I reach between us as I pull out, find her clit, and flick it as I drive in, and she bites my shoulder while she clenches tight and hot and hard, and suddenly I’m coming too, stifling my groans in the crook of her neck while we climax together, hidden under layers and layers of balls, finally, finally feeling like I’m home.

Where my heart belongs.

With this hilariously fun, unpredictable, chaotic woman who’s hiding more love under all her layers than anyone I’ve ever known, while my family tries their best to wreak more havoc above us.

Daisy snort-laughs into my shoulder.

And I crack up too, despite all the overwhelming sensations that are just too much around my dick right now.

Dude, get us a cigarette, my nuts say. And then one of those Costco-sized boxes of condoms. Or maybe four. You know. A week’s supply.

“Hold on,” I whisper to Daisy. “I’ll get rid of them.”

“Don’t move,” she whispers back. “I’m not done soaking in the feel of you.”

I kiss her shoulder. Her jaw.

An errant ball pit ball when I try to reach her cheek. “Dammit.”

She giggles.

I stifle another snort of laughter.

“Why are those balls moving?” Keely suddenly says.

“Oh, shit, I have to pee,” Allie replies. “Is there a bathroom in here? Fucking childbirth.”

“Wait. Why are those balls moving?” Staci says.

“It’s the alligator,” I call. “Get out.”

“West is getting nooky in the ball pit!” Keely shrieks.

“I am not going in there,” Brit says. “Gross.”

“He’s not getting nooky,” Staci tells them all. “He’s probably trying to find a place to hide to get some sleep.”

“I love your sisters,” Daisy whispers.

“I’m about to love horrifying them by standing up naked,” I murmur back.

“West? Are you getting nooky?” Allie asks.

“You could jump in and find out for yourself,” I call.

There’s a beat of silence.

And then a rustle of bodies moving.

I tense, because I don’t actually trust my sisters to not jump in here. But the door slams, and when all is silent for another full minute, during which Daisy runs her hands over my chest, my shoulders, my face—I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

And go back to the kissing.

Because I am never going to get enough of kissing Daisy.





Thirty-Six





Daisy



West’s family is the best ever.

We spend two days hanging out and getting to know each other and wrangling the cats and playing in the pool. Between our moms and his sisters, Remy is spoiled rotten while both West and I manage to get caught up on work some too.

And also sneak away to bang at every opportunity.

We’re very busy, but in the best way.

I’ve set a goal, which I emailed him about in detail, about the way we’re going to christen every single room in my house.

And it turns out, he’s very good with executing a plan. Which doesn’t surprise me in the least.

This whole being in a relationship thing is new.

And awesome.

Finding new ways to make West smile is the best. He’s not the grumpy, straight-laced Marine all the time. Turns out, he’s fucking amazing at relaxing. And tolerating all the shit his sisters give him. And giving it right back.

And he’s always aware of exactly when I need something.

It’s a skill I’m studying closely so I can figure out how to turn it on him.

Late Friday, my grandmother calls—which is eight million times better than her stopping by—to tell me Margot Roderick has been arrested.