Not like some lovesick schoolboy.
I take a deep breath and open the door, flashing my biggest and brightest smile. "Sami..."
My lips slam shut. It's not Sami. It's Miss Tits and Ass.
"W-what are you doing here?" I ask.
She takes a step forward, her perfume engulfing me as she shakes her tits, barely encased in some tight, stretchy top. I fight to breathe through the overwhelming stench of sweetness while noticing how the skinny straps of her top dig into her shoulders. Poor things. No little bit of material should be expected to support such huge—and fake—tits.
“It’s a matter of survival. I have to repay your kindness or my luck will change. And well, Marshal, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad” —she sticks out her mountain of tits— “then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”
"I thought I made it clear at the gym."
One more step and her hands are on my chest. "You said you were kind of seeing someone. I'm here now and I see you." Her eyebrows rise. "You can see me." She splays her fingers over my chest. "I want to see more of you."
"No."
Miss Tits and Ass takes a step back. Her expression is that of a wounded puppy, but instantly she's back, her plump lip extended in a pout. "Come on, Marshal. I want you to fuck me. I'm not asking for anything more..."
Just then the door at the bottom of the stairs opens, the one that accesses all the apartments in this unit. The gush of fresh air thankfully whisks away the cloud of perfume.
"Damn, that smells..." Sami's words fade and her feet stop as she approaches the stairs. "Did I have the wrong night?"
Miss Tits and Ass stands taller and scans Sami from head to toe.
Sami is radiant and just as I imagined, completely the opposite of Miss Tits and Ass in her high heels and tight dress. Sami's long hair is pulled back in a ponytail that hangs low on her back. Her sundress is simple yet sexy. I know Sami, and I know that her wearing a dress took as much effort as my wearing the button-up shirt.
It’s a good sign.
We're both trying.
And that makes me grin.
“Her?” Miss Tits and Ass asks. “You're choosing her over me?”
Sami doesn't move or speak as she stands a flight of stairs below and watches the scene unfold.
"Sami, come on up," I call. "Yes" —I start to say Miss Tits and Ass's name, but I can't remember what it is— "I told you. I'm seeing someone. Go find someone else to occupy your free night."
With a huff and a spin, Miss Tits and Ass walks down the stairs—stomps down—keeping her head high and leaving a sickening trail of perfume as she goes.
As she steps off the final stair, Sami smiles and cocks her head to the side. "Bye-bye now."
It's polite and bitchy all at the same time and why I adore my best friend.
Once the door shuts at the bottom of the stairs, Sami says, "If you're seeing someone else tonight, I can go."
Leaning on the side of the doorjamb, I shake my head. "Get your ass up here."
Her cheeks rise as she climbs the steps. "Now who's bossy?"
Once she reaches me, I pull her inside, and just like I’ve done over the past three weeks, I shut the door and pin her against the wall. My chest is against hers and her nipples bead under the light fabric. "Me," I say with all the innocence I'm not feeling. My smile isn’t the only part of my anatomy that grows. "You're right. I'm bossy and you like it."
Through the light fabric, her heartbeat quickens in time with mine.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?" Sami asks.
"Tell me you like it."
"What if I don't?"
I stare into her gaze and go for broke. “What if I lift the skirt of your dress and finger your tight pussy? Will I find you like it?”
Her eyes blink, slower than normal, as her little pink tongue darts to her lip and disappears again. The way her heart thumps against mine tells me that I have her attention. “Well, Mr. Michaels, that’s an interesting question. I’ve always found if you really want to know an answer, you should find out for yourself.”
Fuck!
Lifting the skirt while simultaneously sliding my hand under the waistband of her panties, I groan as my touch is met with her warm essence. Her hands come to my shoulders and her moans fill the apartment.
“You said talk.” Her words are all breathy.
I bring my fingers to my lips and suck.
“I want you, Sami. I want to take you right now and convince you to amend our agreement again.”
Her lust-filled gaze comes to mine. “Marshal.”
My hands are against the wall on both sides of her face as my hardened cock presses against her stomach. “You are my best friend.”
She nods. “I don’t want to lose that.”
“Then let’s not.”
“I have a terrible track record.”
“Not with me,” I say. “I’ve loved you since we were too young to know what real love was.”
“I love you, too. Too much to...”
I shake my head. “No, Sami, I know you just emancipated yourself from tiny-dick and if I was as good of a friend as I should be, I’d let you enjoy your freedom, explore new options, spread your wings and all that bullshit.”
She grins. “Bullshit?”
“Yes, because in the last three weeks, you’ve given me a taste” —I smirk— “a sweet-as-honey taste of what life could be like to spend the rest of mine with my best friend. And damn it, I want it.”
Sami’s forehead furrows. “What are you saying?”
Fuck. This wasn’t how I had it planned, but I can’t stop now.
I fall to one knee and eye the hem of her dress. As I take her hand, I look up at the woman who has always been in my corner. “Samantha Ann, I’m not a perfect man. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. We’ve jumped off cliffs together and plunged deep into the lake. We’ve been there for each other when common sense would tell someone not to drive through a snowstorm or not to sleep on a tiny mattress. I cheered you on each time you thought you found your forever, but I have to be honest. I’m glad your track record sucks because if you look back, you know in your heart that through it all I was there. Through life’s ups and downs you were there for me. I am shocked and awed by you. I never knew what I was missing. I love falling asleep next to you and waking up tangled in the sheets. I’ve loved you most of my life. I finally realized that I don’t want you to explore more options, spread your wings or your legs for any other man. I don’t want fake women and no-strings sex now, not since I’ve had what’s real.” I stand, wiping a tear from her cheek and bringing my nose to hers. “I want to make you mine in every way forever and always.”
"Marshal..." she says, gripping my shoulders.
Keeping her pinned against the wall, I lift her chin and bring her lips to mine. My kiss isn’t soft or gentle. No, it’s hard, demanding, possessive, and primal. As my tongue probes beyond her sweet lips, I press myself against her.
When she glances toward the floor, my confidence begins to falter. "Sami, what is it?"