CRAZY © September 2015 by M. Dauphin

 

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Rich- Thanks for putting up with my crazy.

As for the rest of you? You’re pretty amazing as well…. You know who you are.

Special thanks to my bitches, because without you’re threats of locking me in a basement with no pizza, this probably wouldn’t have been finished.

And Stevie…. Thanks for loving Benton so hard. I hope you still do after this….

(That was WAY longer than I planned on it being….)

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Prologue

Gabby

7 months ago

“You plan on telling me what you’re daydreaming about over there?” Annaliese asks from her spot in front of me. “That grin on you face tells me you’re up to no good.”

Sure, I’ll definitely tell you about the hot piece of ass I slept with when I left your engagement party early. The hot piece that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ever since. The hot piece that I should be able to take my mind off of now, but I can’t. I’ll just sneak in the fact that he’s your fiancé’s best friend, and we’ll be peachy.

Not.

“Nope.” I take another drink of my coffee, and go back to staring at my computer screen.

“Oh, come on, Gabby. You’ve been sitting here for a half hour staring at the same word on that screen. It’s one word. What the hell are you doing, anyway?”

Glaring at her over the screen, I pull down my glasses that I’ve just recently started needing, and ‘tsk’ my tongue at her.

“Sorry that your ovaries hate you today, but it’s not my fault that this case I’m working on is a hard one for me to grasp.” More like ‘I don’t want to write this report because it hits too close to home…’ but then she’d be on to me, and I can’t have that.

“I’ll find out,” she warns.

“I bet you won’t,” I say, grinning.

She won’t, because I’m never doing it again. He’s so beautiful that I could easily see myself wrapped up in him too fast and too hard. I can’t do that. I have to stick to what I know works: lots of variety and lots of women. For some reason, I don’t get attached to women, but the last man I got attached to ended very badly.

“Are you coming to my birthday party?” she asks, picking at her manicure.

“Oh course,” I scoff. “I wouldn’t miss it, bitch.”

I actually don’t want to go, but I know it means the world to her. I don’t want to risk running into him again, because I know, if I do, it’ll be the end of my self-control. It’s been hell not asking how he is, or for his number. It’s been hell sleeping at night next to Ellie because all I think about is how perfect he felt inside of me. It’s been hell living, knowing he’s out there probably with someone else by now and happy with her.

It’s been hell, but it’s worth it. I don’t deserve him. I can’t have him.

But, god, how I want him.

The first time he winked at me, I about melted my panties right there on the spot. What grown man can wink at you and not look creepy?

Benton, that’s who.

Benton, full of muscles and tattoos. The nipple piercings I just want to play with. The package sent from the gods, and moves to go with it. He’s the one man that’s ever given me multiple orgasms in one night, and the only one I’ve ever obsessed about for weeks after sex.

Shit, just thinking about him has me wet.

I know I shouldn’t go to the party, expecting to hook up with him again, because I can’t let myself do that, but I can’t help wanting just one more night with him. I could see myself being easily addicted to someone like him, so I’ve got to play it safe… but I have to have him again, if only for one night.

By the time Saturday has come around, I’ve orgasmed to the thought of Benton too many times to count. Ellie doesn’t know it, or she’d be pissed, but, most of the times she’s gone down on me lately, I’ve pictured him between my legs.

He’s fucking addicting, and one time wasn’t enough.

That’s why I’m donning the tightest black dress I have and bright red heels. I’ve tamed my hair to gentle waves and upped the make up tonight to make sure he can’t deny me.

Let’s just hope he’s not there with a date, or I may be the bitch that breaks them up.

After tonight I can have my fill and be able to move on.

I can’t be with him, as much as I want to. I can’t be with anyone.

I’m broken.

Benton

Secrets

Present Day

The furthest thing from what I need right now, and the only thing my mind wants to focus on.

Gabby Rosdale.

The woman that helped me bring my best friend happiness. The woman that’s taking the Chicago court system by storm with her quick wit and fast paced cases. The woman whom I see every damn time I close my eyes. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop worrying about her. I can’t stop her. Period.

It didn’t used to be like this. It started out as fun and games. It wasn’t supposed to get this deep. The first time, the night we began this crazy ride, I was pretty much warned about her, but I couldn’t stay away.

That was the night that everything started. The night I had her for the first time.

The night I got addicted.

***

7 months prior

“I’m happy for them,” I say, nodding towards the newly engaged couple, trying to get her to open up to me somehow. I’ve known her for months, but she’s always so closed off. Nice, but not too nice. Giving, but not too personal. She listens, but she never really talks. She was all for helping me find Annaliese to bring her and Adam back together, but anything more than that hasn’t happened. I realize my wife passed away a few months ago, but a guy needs to have a release outlet, and I’d love it for her to be mine.

“Mmm.” She smiles and nods, a glazed look comes over her eyes as I wonder if everyone else notices the small things I do about her. Like the way she constantly fidgets with the rubber bands on her wrist, or the fact that her left eye has a hint of a shimmer to it, but her right eye doesn’t. I wonder these things, but then I wonder how sane I am that I’m actually wondering these things about a girl who hasn’t really paid me that much personal attention since the day I met her. “I wish them well.” She finally looks over at me, and gives me a tight grin. “I’ll never understand it, though.”