Page 42 of Marry Your Best Friend

“Gabe!” she admonishes me.

I can’t resist touching her. “Don’t worry, honey. One day, I’m going to take you here too, but right now, I need inside that pussy.”

“Gabe!” she says, surprised.

I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “I needto be inside you, baby, and when I take your ass, I need to take it slow. I can’t go slow tonight. You’ve kept your pussy from me for too many days. I don’t want to wait.”

She sticks her butt out, and my cock lies along her crevice. I kiss down her back. When I get to her butt, I kiss and gently nip at her skin, and then I squat down and kiss her, stroking my tongue through her slit.

“Gabe,” she pleads with me.

I lift up and wrap my hand around my girth. I line my cock up at her entrance and slowly enter her. I try to take it slow and give her time to adjust, but she’s not having it. She rears her hips back, taking me deep, and gasps.

When I’ve impaled her with my cock, I have to grab her hips and hold her still before she slams into me again. I need to slow this down.

But she keeps pumping, and I can’t hold back. I reach around her and stroke her clit with my finger. Two more pumps and I’m not sure which of us orgasms harder. My thrusts become erratic, and her groans get louder.

When we’re both satiated, I lean over her and try to catch my breath. I whisper into her ear, “You’re mine, Chrissy. I hope you know that.”

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CHRISSY

I laugh as I lie on Gabe’s chest.

After the first time, we were hungry, so we ate sandwiches. I hadn’t been to the store in a while, so we used whatever I had in the cupboard. We’re both exhausted, and you would have thought we’d both be asleep, but we showered together, which led to another round of sex and then another shower. Now we’re both lying here, and it seems that neither one of us wants to go to sleep.

He yawns and says, “We should talk.” The serious way he says it has me tensing.

We’re long overdue on this talk, and even though I’ve denied being scared, the talk petrifies me. What if I feel more for him than he does me? What if we date for three months and it doesn’twork out and I’ve lost his friendship? Or what if he does meet someone else? I’d have to leave Whiskey Run.

All of this is overwhelming to me, so I tell him, “We don’t have to talk about it. Can’t we just enjoy it?”

He pulls me tighter against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “No, because I’m not going to leave here again until we talk and we know exactly where each of us stands, Chrissy.”

At that moment, Gabe’s phone rings.

It’s early morning, and the sun isn’t even up. Early morning phone calls are hardly ever a good thing.

“Fuck!” he grunts.

And then my phone rings too.

We look at each other, roll to the opposite sides of the bed, and answer our phones. When I see it’s the director of the hospital, I know it’s going to be bad. “Hey, Dr. Paxton. Everything okay?”

Normally, I only get called in by the charge nurse, so this has to be something bigger. “We need all hands on deck. Whiskey Mountain is on fire, and we’re getting inundated with patients.”

Instantly, I’m out of bed. “Oh my, okay, I’ll get ready and come on in.”

“Thank you. See you soon.”

I hang up the phone just as Gabe stands up. “I have to go back in,” he announces.

I nod worriedly. “Me too.”

He’s tugging on his pants. “Want me to drop you off at the hospital?”

“No, it’s okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be there.” I wrap my loose hair in a bun. “So you’re going in?”

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