Page 28 of My Always One

"Our agreement?" he asks again with more uncertainty in his voice.

"Let's have a new agreement?"

For only a moment, I remember all the effort, all the working out, to be ready for my wedding and honeymoon and decide I want to show off my toned body to my best friend. Wearing only my bra and matching boy shorts—the kind that show off my butt cheeks—I reach for Marshal's hand. I've never noticed before how big it is. How long his fingers are. How strong his grasp is.

I take a step toward his bedroom.

It's only one step, but suddenly, I'm pulled back into his arms. My waist is pulled tight against him, his erection grinding against me and probing the flesh of my stomach.

I wince as Marshal tugs my hair, forcing my head backward until I'm staring up into his eyes.

My breathing hitches as I take him in. The blue is different, deeper, stronger, and there's something new.

"Tell me you're sure."

The crotch of my panties dampens.

“Marshal…”

“No, Sami. Tell me.”

I try to swallow. In the last few seconds, breathing has become more difficult.

Shit.

"I-I'm sure," I say, my answer squeaking out.

What just happened?

I wanted to feel close to my friend. I wanted the togetherness that Jack's stupid escapade took away. I wanted afriend. But now? Shit, now I'm turned on. My core clenches and my circulation quickens.

I've never seen this side of Marshal, the sexy side that others have seen. Now that I have, I want more.

Before I can say anything else, Marshal pushes me backward until my shoulders collide with the wall and he's against me, all of him.

I moan as his stiff cock pushes harder against my stomach.

"Fuck, Sami, I'm not sure what's happening, but I don't do sleepovers, not anymore. I don't do sweet. Not when it comes to sex. You know me."

My nipples harden as he crushes my breasts against his chest. "I know you, Marshal, better than anyone. Take me. I want to be consumed. I want my mind so focused on you, on here, and on now that the rest of the world fades away.” I fight emotion I don’t want to feel and concentrate on the man before me. “Marshal, I want to think about only you, the one man who's never lied to me."

His eyes narrow. "And tomorrow?"

"You'll still be my best friend."

Marshal reaches down and unashamedly moves the crotch of my panties. I bite my lip as he plunges one and then two fingers deep inside me. The room fills with his growl, guttural and primitive. He isn’t the only one making sounds. With each plunge I moan with pleasure.

"Fuck, Sami, you’re so wet. You really do want this, don't you?"

My core tightens around his long fingers, and my knees weaken as I move with his rhythm. "More than my dad wants the apocalypse." I move on my toes, finding his rhythm. My voice is breathy as I say, "Please, Marshal, don't make me beg."

Marshal

Thoughts I've never let myself think are rushing through my mind.

With each plunge of my fingers, my imagination runs wild.

I picture Sami begging—my Sami on her knees pleading for my cock.

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