My Always One - Aleatha Romig Page 0,45
will help him.” She sighs. “Remember what he said about the honeymoon, in Mom and Dad’s kitchen?”
“France.”
Her head shakes. “It wasn’t true. He’d booked a week in New York.” She looks up at me. “I need ideas, Marsh. Come on, you and I defeated the stormtroopers every night before the sun set. We waged battles on our bicycles against make-believe bad guys.” Her emerald stare shines through her lashes. “This time the bad guy is real. He’s a prick with a tiny dick who thinks he has the power and that he’s better than everyone else. He’s taking his embarrassment at my canceling the wedding out on my parents.”
“It goes without saying that your parents aren’t paying that.”
“I’m sure that Jackson knows that legally, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. I know him. He’s just trying to get in one last jab.”
“Tiny?” I ask.
Sami soft-punches my back. “Focus.”
“You said tiny.”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to share details.”
“I don’t want details on what he did with it, but you could elaborate on your description. Mushroom head? Weird kink or bend? Go on.”
Shaking her head, she steps away. “I’m pretty sure that every man in the whole world will seem tiny from now on.”
Friends with benefits means we are willing to accept that our friend will most likely move on to someone else. However, as more seconds tick by, I’m having trouble accepting that fate. While I’m happy to be the new gold standard, I’m not a fan of any other dick—big or tiny—getting near Sami.
Not now.
Not ever.
“What, Marsh? No comeback about how I could add that testimonial to your website?”
“One thing at a time,” I say, reaching for her hand. “How do we stop tiny-dick?”
“I’ve been racking my brain ever since Mom gave me that paper. That’s why I called my always-and-forever partner in crime. I mean, if we could defeat make-believe bad guys on the daily, together we can come up with a plan.”
This is my Sami, the one who never gives up, who is always thinking. “Let’s go get some dinner and keep working on this.”
She looks down. “I’m not exactly dressed.”
As I scan from her head to her painted toenails, my grin broadens. It’s as my gaze lingers on her spectacular tits that her nipples harden, tenting the tank top.
“Jeez, Marsh, stop. You’re...” She didn’t finish the sentence.
“What? I’m just looking at you.”
“Yeah, but your eyes are all molten and simmering.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means we have a problem to work out, and with just one look, I want to forget that problem, forget dinner, and go give my new bed another workout.”
I tug her hand toward the bedroom. “Okay.”
“No. Food, sabotage tiny-dick, and then sex.”
“Is the order of operations set or” —I try flashing her one of my famous grins— “is there some wiggle room?” I almost mention that her little itinerary combined with the thought of her wiggling has me hard, but since she shook her head, picked up her purse, and is headed for the door, I think the part of me that’s growing harder will have to wait.
“Fine,” I say, “You drive a hard bargain.”
It isn’t until we’re nearly halfway through our sushi that something she said earlier hits me. I lay down my chopsticks. “Wait, what did you say earlier about the honeymoon?”
She dips her California roll in soy sauce and looks up at me. “He lied about France. He wouldn’t tell me what he had planned. It was supposed to be a surprise. But I accidentally opened an email of his and saw the itinerary. Like I said, he had a week booked in New York.”
I cocked my head to the side. “How did you accidentally open his email?”
Her eyes open wide. “Shit. He programmed his password into my laptop one time when we were on a weekend getaway. His laptop was out in the car and he had to reply to...” She starts nodding and bouncing in her chair. “Oh shit. I have access to his email.”
It takes all my self-restraint to keep my eyes on hers and not at the way her free-range tits are bouncing beneath that tank top. “Do you think he’s changed the password?”
“If he’s smart...” Her smile grows.
“Right.”
“Hopefully, he’s forgotten that he did it.”
Just before I stuff the last roll of sushi in my mouth, I say, “Let’s go back to your place and see what we can find.”
Sami
I’m so excited to find out if we have access to Jackson’s emails