“The presents are already in the back, but you don’t get to open them until we head to your house tomorrow,” her mother shouted.
“I promise. I know the rules.”
There hadn’t really been a good time for Bristol to sit down and open gifts, so she would do it with her family at her house the next day like they did after large parties like this. He liked the fact that they had little traditions like that. His family tended to just rip into them, but they also didn’t have cocktail parties like this one. Not that the Montgomerys did it often, but with some important occasions, sometimes, they did.
He walked her out to her car, sliding his coat over her shoulders as they made their way.
“Thanks. It’s not too chilly, but I appreciate it.”
“Should’ve been wearing a coat.”
“But I liked the strapless dress. And wearing a coat kind of ruins the lines.”
He was not going to think about lines. Except for crossing them. Because, apparently, that’s what he was doing.
“By the way, I only had half a glass of champagne, I’ve been drinking water all night. I knew I wanted to drive home and not stay over.”
“To get out of cleaning up?” he asked, laughing.
“No, jerk. Mostly because I like being in my own bed, you know?”
“Sure,” he said. He was not going to think about her in her bed. In any bed.
No, he was not.
She let out a sigh and turned to him as they stood in front of her car.
“So,” she said.
“So,” he echoed. He swallowed hard. “Another birthday.”
“Yeah, my thirtieth.”
He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard, and he had no idea what to say. What was he supposed to say?
“I guess this means we’re engaged, huh?” she asked. His breath caught, his whole body freezing.
“Oh my God. You’re engaged?” Andie screamed from behind them, hopping up and down on her heels. Then she turned around to yell into the house. “They’re engaged! Bristol and Marcus are engaged!”
“I knew it! Our babies are getting married! Finally!” his mother shouted before hugging Bristol’s mother as the two began to cry.
Marcus tore his gaze from his family and looked down at his best friend. All he could do was blink.
All color had leached from Bristol’s face, and she parted her mouth as if she were going to say something, but there really wasn’t much to say.
Because people were shouting and clapping, and Marcus knew that things had seriously just gone to hell.
Chapter 3
Bristol licked her lips before letting her head roll back, his mouth on her neck. He sucked, licked, and gently used his teeth on her skin. She shivered, sliding her hands down his thick muscles before letting them trail up his back. She sucked in a breath, shook as his hands went down her sides, gripping her hips. Thankfully, they were both naked, so it was easier for them to touch, to kiss. To look and caress. To feel and to be.
His mouth traveled down her chest, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. He sucked one peak into his mouth and twisted his tongue the perfect way to send her right over the edge. She came so quickly, it almost felt like a dream. Her legs shook, her body slick with sweat as she tried not to let her thighs spread even wider. She wanted to cling to him, to hold him there. Only he wasn’t making it easy, not with her so needy. So ready.
He moved to her other breast and sucked hard, almost to the point of pain, but she didn’t care. She wanted more, demanded more.
And she was going to get it.
Because he was between her legs fully now, his thick cock pulsating. She wanted his hard length inside her, needed to ride him into oblivion as they both shattered.
She looked up at him and whispered, “Marcus. I need you.”
He licked his lips, meeting her gaze before he plunged inside her, so deep, stretching her to the limit. She screamed, the pain exquisite.
Then she woke up.
Bristol blinked open her eyes, her lids heavy with sleep and dreams, her tank top askew so one boob popped out, the other currently being strangled by the rest of her shirt. She licked her suddenly dry lips and looked down to where her hand currently lay, her palm cupping her most delicate flesh.
“Damned traitor,” she grumbled. She slowly slid her now damp hand from between her legs and out from inside her panties.
She had once again given herself an orgasm while dreaming. One where her dreams were so real that she’d let herself fully come while asleep, not even knowing her unconscious self couldn’t help but keep going.
This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. She’d gotten herself off in her sleep more than once, and had even done so when she was sleeping next to her boyfriend.
He had thought it was hot, and both of them woke up during that instance, and it had led to more sexy times.
Of course, her dream man in that particular dream had been a celebrity she’d had a crush on—one she’d met before and knew. So that had been quite embarrassing.
Sex dreams about strangers were usually fine.
After all, you couldn’t help where your mind went when you were asleep.
However, the fact that she had met that certain celebrity meant that every time she thought about him, and especially the next time she saw him, she had blushed profusely.
And she hadn’t stayed with her boyfriend for long after that. Not because of the sex dream, but mostly because he was a jerk.
Only, hell, now she was having sex dreams about Marcus.
Her whole body shook, and she sat up, straightened her tank top, and wiped her hands on her sheets. She would have to wash the damn linens anyway after this.
Only her mind kept going back to the dream. And who starred in said dream.
Marcus. Her best friend.
Her fucking fiancé.
How the hell had that happened?
Running her other hand through her hair, she swallowed hard, wondering if maybe she had drunk too much the night before. No, that wasn’t the case. It really couldn’t be.
She hadn’t had more than a glass of champagne before she accidentally ended up engaged to her best friend.
She honestly hadn’t known their bet would go this far. She hadn’t let herself think it could. Not when it had been a simple promise between friends that was anything but simple. And though they didn’t go back on their promises, ever, it wasn’t supposed to be real. Only everybody looked so excited, if a bit confused. But they were all super happy. And she didn’t want to disappoint them. When Marcus didn’t say anything either, she realized there was no turning back. And, boom, engagement.
Now, here she was. Somehow, Marcus had gotten her home, and they hadn’t spoken the entire time.
Bristol always talked. She rambled. Constantly.
She’d once rambled to a prince and a duke to the point where they had backed away slowly as if scared.
But with her best friend? The one she’d never once shared a seriously awkward silence with?
She hadn’t said a word for the entire fifteen minutes it had taken him to drive to her house.
He had dropped her off, and hadn’t said anything either, simply walked her to her door because that’s who he was. Neither of them said anything as she closed the door behind herself.
But she knew he was going to be here today.