Page 46 of The Marine

Marshall is smirking down at the wild creature like it’s Christmas Day.

“Rude much?” the woman snaps.

“Trina.” Briar scoffs and marches over, dragging Trina away. “Do not play with the soldiers.”

I rub a hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh.

Marshall glances at me, his eyes glowing with excitement.

“She can stay and play. I’m not scared.” He grins as he watches them.

“You will be!” Trina calls out over her shoulder.

I’m starting to think she might be right.

Help,Briar mouths at me.

I shake my head as they walk up the steps to the house and start laughing. God no. It’s far too amusing watching a womannotfall at Marshall’s stupidly handsome feet. The huge blond warrior is a chick magnet, as they say, and he knows it.

Seeing him be taken down a few pegs is something I’d pay good money for.

“Behave,” I say instead.

“Just doing God’s work.” Marshall shrugs up his shoulders and straightens his gun, knowing his biceps just bunched up.

Trina glares at him one last time as she disappears inside.

“Hot damn,” I hear him say as he wanders off to do what I assume is a perimeter check. His mind is more likely still in her cleavage than the job.

I see the redhead lifting plates out of the car, so go to help.

“Hi, I’m Alice.” She smiles.

“Aidan,” I reply and take a large charcuterie board. It’s heavy as fuck.

“What is on this thing?”

“Everything.” Alice chuckles.

Inside I immediately seek Briar out. She’s wearing a white sundress that ends just above her knees. She looks innocent and pure. Unlike when she was spread open with her glistening pussy on display.

I put the plates on the counter while Savannah and the girls do a whole lot of introductions. Josh and Ryder join us, and I can hear the other guests in the living room chatting.

“This is my fiancé,” Savannah says as Ryder wraps an arm around her lower back.

“Nice to meet you both.” Ryder greets the new arrivals. “Let’s get everyone some drinks.”

A server appears and takes their orders. Meanwhile, I watch Briar like some creepy stalker.

“I’m a huge fan,” Alice tells Savannah.

“That kiss in the second movie. Hot as hell,” Trina says, waving her hand over her face.

We have become accustomed to watching Savannah with her fans, and I know that they wouldn’t be standing here if my team hadn’t already done checks on them and had them sign all the appropriate forms.

“We don’t talk about that,” Ryder deadpans, then winks at the girls.

Even Trina giggles and I have a feeling she’s not much of a giggler.

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