Butterflies {Corey Crawford}

Swearing: The Good & Bad Kind (Chapter 14)

{warning: there's smut in this chapter, don't read if you're not into the naughty lol}

Corey and I begin eating, talking about the game. After a while we start talking about anything we can. From telling stories to having deep discussions. I finish eating before him and I lean back on the pillows, watching him.

"When's the last you had a boyfriend?" Corey asks, packing the extra food back in the basket.

"I don't know, probably close to two years ago." I shrug, taking a sip of my water. He stands up and comes and sits next to me. I throw my legs across his lap as he holds my hand.

"How come?" He asks and I laugh

"I don't know. Whenever I found a guy I liked he got scared of my chemo and took off." I shrug and I see him frown

"That's dumb." He says, leaning back so his head is on the pillow next to mine.

"Well guys don't wanna deal with baggage." I answer, patting my free hand against his. I stare down at my left hand clasped in his right one, my ring flashing in the candle light. Corey sees me looking at it and kisses my cheek.

"Do you like it?" He whispers against my skin

"It's... gorgeous. I love it." I say back and he smiles. I continue to look at it, amazed that it's mine.

"Why a crown?" I ask, looking up at him again. He sighs roughly and sits up. I sit up as well, my legs still tangled in his.

"What?" I laugh and he bites his lip as he looks over at me.

"It's stupid." He whispers, tracing the gold with his finger.

"I bet it's not." I answer

"I really believe in you, Ev. I believe that you can feel better again. I just thought that it would be cute if you had a crown to remind you that you're a queen and you can do anything. And hopefully one day I can make you my queen." He explains, his face extremely red. I don't say anything, I just look at him with a huge grin.

"Fuck, I told you." He whines, rubbing at his eyes. I sigh and pull my hand from his, crawling into his lap so I'm sat facing him. I place my hands under his face and make him look at me.

"That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. No one has ever thought of me like that." I tell him and he smiles. He leans forward and connects our lips, kissing me harshly. He pulls back after a couple seconds and stares at me. My hands are still on his jaw and I see his eyes get darker than they already are. A fire forms in my stomach and I bring our lips together again, our tongues colliding. Corey pushes me backwards and I wrap my legs around his waist as he hovers over me. He finally shoves his tongue into my mouth, taking dominance over me. His hands go to my shoulders and he pushes my jacket off. He unties the string on my romper and pushes that off my shoulders as well, my white lace bra now visible. I break away from the kiss and rip off his suit jacket. His lips fly to my neck as I loosen his tie and start undoing the buttons on his shirt. I only manage to undo three before he growls as he gets impatient and swats my hands away. He swiftly undos all the buttons before returning to biting at my collarbones, letting me take his shirt off.

"Shit." I moan because damn, rough Corey is turning me on. He tugs my romper off the rest of the way and I'm just left in my lingerie, goosebumps forming on my skin. He smiles down at me as he throws my clothes behind us. I maintain eye contact with him as I grab his belt and yank him forward. His center grinds across mine and he groans, catching himself with his hand. I slowly undo his belt buckle, him watching my every move as he holds his weight above me. I pull his belt from his pants and lay it next to me, him mumbling a few swears.

"If you don't hurry it along you won't be allowed to use your hands tonight." Corey warns and I bite my lip. I slide my hands up his bare stomach and he lets out a growl as he straddles my waist. He grabs both of my wrists and holds them above my head, grabbing his belt. He lets go of me to tie me up and and I pull my arms away, grabbing at his pants. He groans and takes my hands again, tying them up with his belt and telling me to keep them above my head. I obey this time, because I'm so turned on, and let him do his thing. He takes off his pants and boxers, adding them to our pile of clothing. He bites my ear lobe before kissing his way down my body to my panties. He stares into my eyes as he pulls them down my legs. He lays down in front of my heat and bites his lip.

"I'll try not to get sand anywhere it doesn't belong." He mumbles, his short facial hair scratching at my thighs. Just as he says this, I'm engulfed in water. I jump up and see waves crashing onto our blanket.

"Corey! High tide!" I scream, shivering as water laps at my core.

"Shit." He yells and grabs our clothes from the sand. I can't stand up because my hands are tied and I'm sinking into the wet sand quickly. He pulls on his boxers and grabs my panties, slipping them onto my legs and pulling them up for me. He grabs my arms and helps me stand up.

"Cmon there's no point being here now." He calls, grabbing my shoes from the sand and starting for the boardwalk.

"Corey! I'm still tied up!" I say and he just ignores me, climbing up the stairs. I huff and run after him, doing my best not to trip and fall. When I catch up to Corey, he's in the parking lot. He freezes and looks around for a second.

"Goddammit!" He screams and chucks our clothes at the ground.

"Hey!" I say, doing my best to grab his arm. He sighs and shakes his head as he stares into the distance

"Corey, what the fuck are you so mad about?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"My car. They towed my fucking car." He answers, grabbing my wrists and starting to untie me. I gasp as he pinches my skin, flinching away from him.

"Just, don't." I say, turning away. He completely ignores and starts pacing along the curb.

"What do we do now?" I ask quietly, a bit scared of him right now.

"Well we have to do something fucking quick because the cops could be on their way. And if we try and walk home we could get fined for nudity or some shit." Corey answers, talking quite fast.

"Okay, I can call someone. How about I call someone to come get us?" I suggest and he continues to pace as he thinks.

"Yea, that's good. But who?" He asks, finally calmed down a bit.

"Well not my mom. And not Scott because he's not close enough. I could call Allegra. Or you could call one of the boys." I sigh and he nods pulling out his phone. He scrolls through it before putting it to his ear. He stands there for a minute and then swears, yet again, pulling it from his ear. He scrolls some more and then looks up at me.

"I can't call Sharpy because I don't want to wake his girls. I can't wake anyone with kids for that matter. Jonathan went out with Lindsey I believe. Brandon didn't answer. So we're stuck with Kaner." He laughs and I smile at how cute he is. Our sexual tension must of had him very fired up but he seems normal again. He sits on the curb and calls Kane. I sit beside him and hear Patrick answer. I chuckle at Corey's side of the conversation as I listen in. They talk for a couple minutes before he hangs up. He glances over at me and I see his eyes have returned to their chocolatey brown color.

"He'll be here in five minutes, max." He says, his voice a bit raspy. I nod and look at my wrist, red marks under the leather of the belt. I wiggle my hand around and try to loosen it a bit. It doesn't hurt but I'm not in the mood anymore.

"Here-" Corey reaches out towards me and I jerk my hands away. His face falls as his hand falls onto his lap.

"I'll just have Patrick do it." I whisper, shivering as the wind picks up. Corey sighs and stands up, going over to our clothes that he threw on the ground. He picks our jackets up off the ground and looks at me.

"Your coat isn't wet, do you want it?" He asks and I nod, biting my lip. He comes over to me and throws it over my shoulders. He puts on his own jacket and gathers our wet clothing. I see headlights and I stand up as Patrick pulls into the parking spot beside up. He rolls down his window and stares at us.

"What the fuck?!" He laughs