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The Gossip and the Grump (Three BFFs and a Wedding #2)(117)

Author:Pippa Grant

Almost as impossible as climbing back out of the wheel well.

And that task proves so very difficult that I ultimately end up tumbling out of the side of the car when Grey finally stirs enough to realize what’s wrong and help me out.

Worth it, though.

Especially once we get back to my house.

31

Grey

Sabrina has a bathtub the size of a normal person’s walk-in closet, and I have to remind myself I can afford to build my own house with a bathtub this size before I do something insane like propose to her just to get access to this tub all the time.

“Are you sure you want me to join you?” Sabrina asks.

“Mm.” My eyes are half-closed, but I can still see her approaching, completely naked, in the candlelight.

I didn’t mean to get in the bathtub first, but the floor was cold and the steam was rising off the water coming out of the faucet, and she did swear she was just running downstairs to get water for both of us and would be right back, so I thought it was legit to climb in and wait for her.

And now I’m in heaven.

Absolute heaven.

“Water warm enough?” she asks.

“Love the warm.”

“I’ve noticed.” Bubbles and bath water slosh around my chest as she settles into the tub too, straddling me once again. “Am I warm enough?”

I loop my arms around her, low enough that they’re still under water. “Mm-hm.”

She presses her lips to my neck and slides her hands up my sides, making my cock lift with interest.

It’s two o’clock in the morning.

We’ve been at it like rabbits since she obliterated the last of any lies I could tell myself about wanting her just for fun with that blowjob in the passenger seat of her car.

I like this woman.

I like her more than I thought I would ever like another woman.

When she told me she’s giving up on convincing me not to change Bean & Nugget, I believed her.

Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe I’m a sucker.

But I’d rather make another colossal mistake and know my heart was in the right place than keep playing the role of Super Vengeance Man.

“What does your tattoo mean?” Sabrina murmurs as she paints a trail with her lips along my collarbone, her fingertips lingering on my ribs.

“Deeds, not words.”

“Latin?”

“Yes.”

“When did you get it?”

“When I switched universities.” I nuzzle my nose into her hair. “If I got another, I’d find the Latin for stop being a dumbass and quit repeating history.”

“You’re safe here.”

My heart swells.

Again, I believe her.

I know I should be wary, but fuck it. This thing that’s lingering at the edges of my soul?

I think it’s peace.

That other thing lingering between us?

That’s my hard-on.

She rubs her pussy against it, making me even harder.

You’d think we haven’t already done this twice since we tumbled in the back door.

“You’re safe with me too,” I tell her.

“That’s what your mouth says, but this little guy between us says I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Little?”

She giggles, the sound vibrating through my chest as she lays her head on my shoulder, teasing my nipple with one hand right at the bubble level of the bath and casually drawing figures on my back with the other. “He’s little compared to the length of your leg.”

“He’s majestic.”

She lifts her hips, still snuggling me, and slides onto my dick.

“Fuck,” I breathe as she squeezes her inner walls around me.

“Agreed,” she whispers. “He’s majestic. I like him.”

I haven’t had sex without a condom in years. Felicia didn’t want kids and insisted on double protection every time. There wasn’t anyone after her until Sabrina in Hawaii.

But I’ve figured out her tell when she’s lying, and she wasn’t lying when she looked me in the eye, told me she’s on birth control, and I’m the only person she’s been with since her annual check-up in December, when she got a clean bill of health.

I’m setting aside Super Vengeance Man and being Super Brave Man.

Sounds dorky.

Small risks, small rewards.

Big risks, big rewards.

Get burned enough, you don’t want to take the big risks anymore.

But Sabrina—the heart she shows to her community without even knowing it, her code of ethics about gossip, her straightforward insistence that she’d play dirty to save her café—she’s reminding me that I still have a lot of life to live.