THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,69

her more credit, but I can’t. I can’t control her…I have no power over the situation. Scary fucking shit.

“You are always out in fucking space, Bro,” Stone says. I look at him. He’s not smiling. Fuck. He starts paddling for shore and shouts, “Should I grab a helmet and join you out there?”

Sometimes it blows dicks he knows me so well. I swear we live in the same mind sometimes, so alike in so many ways. Running my hand over the wax on my board, I try to come up with something to say—an excuse to placate him for the moment.

I paddle my long board behind him. It’s silent this morning. “I’m not in space. I’m just ready to get back. That’s all,” I explain, coming up next to him. He glances over and smiles that asshole fucker smile.

“You need to bang her out, Mavvy. You really fucking do. Bang her out real good. What’s going to happen if Windsor pussy is on your brain when we load out?” He splashes me. I stop paddling and sit up. It’s still too deep to touch the bottom.

“I can’t fuck her, Stone,” I say, pausing. I take a deep breath and let it fly. “I’m in love with her.” This can go one of two ways. He doesn’t start cackling, which is a good sign.

“I know you are. Usually you fuck em’ if you love em’,” he explains, a serious expression on his face. Of course he knows I’m in love. My fucked up past always makes me feel like he feels sorry for me, but I know better. He cares. In his own demented way. “Tell her you love her and bang her out a few times every day until we leave. I promise you’ll feel a million times better. Then maybe you can come back down to earth with the rest of us.”

“She’ll leave me. Look at my fucking life, man. I’m gone all the time, not to mention my shit past. If I bag her, there’ll be nothing left for her to wait for. She’ll leave,” I repeat, swallowing all my fucking pride. “I just need her man. I just fucking need her to be with me,” I say.

We’ve reached the shore. Rolling off my board I lay down in the sand. I hear Stone settle next to me.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her. I’ve also never sucked at anything more,” I admit. I can’t think straight when I’m around her. I’m an intelligent man. I know a lot of things, but it’s like half my brain is missing when I’m around her. My hands start shaking, right now, on this fucking beach 2,000 miles away from Windsor, just when I think about touching her. It’s really God damned bad.

“You remember how long it took me to tame Morganna into submission? Years, man. You know that. She loves me, but I sucked so hard at dating her that I honestly thought I’d lose her a time or two. You’re also forgetting that I’m gone all the fucking time too and Morg waits. A good woman will always wait. If you love her, she’s a good woman. For as big as a fucktard as you are, you have a solid heart. You always have. I’m a little jealous someone else penetrated the cement wall you have wrapped around you,” Stone says. I feel his fat fingers brush my upper thigh. I smile and swat his hand away. Now, he cackles.

I laugh a little as I grab my backpack and fish out my cell phone from the plastic bag I put it in. Stone’s already chattering away on his own phone. It’s definitely a guy, and not Morganna by how many fucks and pussies I hear flying out of his mouth, to balance out our heart-to-heart conversation, no doubt. What happened to the days where we talked about work and my weekend fucks? I’ve complicated everything. It’s affecting every area of my life. I have one new text. I click on it so fast you’d think it was about to self-destruct.

It’s a long message from Windsor. I’m safely back in VB. Krazy Kath has a friend staying with her for the time being. Still no sign of #5. Can I pick you up tomorrow? I can’t wait to get my hands (and wet mouth) on every single inch of you. Mainly, the 10 inches that reside below your belt. I’ll come to your house?

I text her back. Yes.