Chapter 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.
I still have so much to learn. To discover.
To fight for.
She lifts her hips and slides back down my erection, slow and steady while she stays curled against me, peppering my skin with gentle kisses wherever she can without moving her head.
This is sleepy sex in a warm bubble bath and I adore it.
I adore her.
So, so much.
She’s still flexing her hips, lifting off me and settling back down, slow and steady, the squeeze of her pussy dragging out the exquisite pleasure of a building orgasm.
“I should be passed out cold but I think I’m addicted to you,” she murmurs. “I can’t stop.”
“You can sleep tomorrow.”
“If my boss doesn’t fire me for calling in again.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
She laughs, tightening her vagina around my cock, and a leisurely stroll through a bubble bath to climax land turns into an urgent desire to thrust into her.
I flex my hips, and she tenses in my arms. “Oooh, I like that.”
“Do you?”
“Good little man between us.”
She pumps her hips again, and I tilt my pelvis and thrust into her.
“More.” She lifts her head, rises until I almost slip out of her, and then holds my face with her bubbled hands, kissing me while I thrust up and she sinks down.
We’re not slow, but we’re not frantic. Her lips are swollen and cherry red, and she has a hickey forming on her shoulder that was definitely my doing.
Mine whispers through my head while the pressure builds in my balls, warning me I’m close.
Mine whispers louder as her eyes slide shut and she tips her head back, all of that glorious curly red hair falling into the bubbles while the spasms of her orgasm squeeze me tighter.
Mine comes as a shout as she gasps my name and grips my ears, pushing me over the edge into my own orgasm, buried deep inside her in this safe cocoon where nothing else exists and nothing else matters.
Mine .
Just mine .
That flush on her cheeks. Her eyes unfocused but somehow still holding mine. The way she rubs her breast like she’s feeling her release in her chest and it’s too much.
Like she feels it too.
We could be so much more than what we are.
If one of us is brave.
If one of us will say it.
If one of us will leap.
Her shoulders drop and she slumps back against my chest. “ How ?” she murmurs.
“My other title is Super Orgasm Man ,” I murmur in her hair, my cock still spasming deep inside her.
She laughs.
I suck in a breath. Super Sensitive Cock Man might be more appropriate in this exact moment.
“Do you really have a comic book collection?” Sabrina asks.
I tense.
It’s reflexive.
“I used to read Jack’s anytime I had to stay with the triplets while my mom had a night out,” she murmurs.
“And I always hated that I felt like I wasn’t getting all of the good parts of the story.
Like I’d missed so much for there being several issues that came and were lost under his bed since the last time I was there. ”
“The nuance,” I murmur. “Of course you’d love the nuance.”
“And the details.”
“The gossip.”
“Damn right.”
“I divorced Felicia when I found out she was running a podcast about living with difficult men.” Fuck me. Where did that come from? “S-since we were—it’s gossip. I mean, some people think—never mind. I didn’t say any of that.”
“Behind your back?” Sabrina asks.
When I hesitate, she wraps her arms tighter around me.
“Yes,” I finally confirm.
“How’d you find out?”
“Vince—my old business partner—he knew. He listened to it. I walked into the lab one day, heard him laughing his ass off, went to see what was so funny, and I heard her. At first, I thought she was on the phone. When I realized what it was—between that and all of her shit about Zen—I was done. My family said I couldn’t take a joke, but?—”
“But your spouse is the one person who should respect you the most,” she finishes.
“Yes.”
“Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“I mean it. You’re safe here. Not just here , in my bathtub here, but all of the Tooth. You’re safe here.”
I close my eyes and drop my nose into her hair again and hold her tight.
I believe her.
I might be a fool, but I believe her.
And when I hear a soft snore coming from her face on my chest, and the water cools beyond comfortable, I get us both out of the tub, dry her off, and carry her to her bed, where I hold her for the rest of the night.