Page 49 of Marry Your Best Friend

“Baby, I know you love me. I was there with you when we made love… and that’s what that was. It was special… it was love.”

She agrees with me. “Yes, it was.”

I pull her up on top of me. “I need you, Chrissy.”

She doesn’t fight me, but she’s not just giving in either. “You have smoke inhalation. You’re supposed to be resting.”

I pull her T-shirt up her body, and she raises her arms so I can take it off. Her breasts are right there in front of my face, and I lean up to suckle her. She arches her back and moans as I move from one breast to the other.

I pull at the waistband of her shorts, sneaking my hand down her pants, palming her pussy. “You’re wet. You been thinking about this?”

She nods. “I’m always thinking about this with you.”

I tug at her shorts. “That’s good to know. Take these off.”

She rolls to the side of me and takes her shorts off. I palm her ass. “Get up here and ride me.”

Her mouth drops open. “You want me to…”

I nod. “Ride me.”

She climbs up on top of me. My hands go to her waist, and I help her lift up to position herself. She wraps her hand around my cock and then slowly lowers herself onto me. “Fuck, you feel good, Chrissy.”

She whimpers as she starts to move. “You do, too.”

She moves her hips front to back, side to side, finding her rhythm.

“Yes!” I groan. “Chrissy!” I say pleadingly. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes, and they’re a shade darker, filled with arousal. I hold her closer as her movements quicken. She’s taking me deeper, gyrating her hips, rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone. Her breath hitches as the orgasm starts to take over her movements. But still I demand, “Look at me. I want you looking at me whenyou come.”

Her eyes are wide, focused on me, and she grunts and groans, clamping on to me as she rides the waves of her orgasm. Mine hits me hard, and I pump my hips into her, claiming her again, with no worries of contraception.

She’s panting, sprawled over top of me, and I hold her to me.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. I don’t deserve you, but I can’t let you go, Chrissy.”

She kisses me, not holding back any longer, and her kiss is filled with the promise of our future together. When she snuggles into me, she yawns. “You’re the best man I know. I don’t want you to let me go.”

“You’re going to marry me, Chrissy Aiken.”

She gasps and lifts her head. “You remember that?”

I lift my head and look at her. “Do I remember asking you and you telling me yes? Of course I remember that, and I’m holding you to it.”

She stares at me speechless, and I shake my head. “Don’t try and change your mind, honey. You told me yes, and you may already be pregnant with my baby. You’re marrying me.”

Her smile lights up the room. “I told you I would.”

I lay my head back. “Good, and just know that it’s going to happen sooner rather than later. I’m about to make all your dreams come true.”

She leans her head on my chest. “You already have, Gabe. You already have.”

EPILOGUE

CHRISSY

Three Months Later

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