I roll my tongue up the underside of his cock, swirl it around his head again, and then take him to the back of my throat.
He gurgles something incoherent and fists my hair in his hands. I cup his balls and roll them together while his hips vibrate under my arm like he’s trying to hold back from thrusting into my mouth.
I suck.
I tease.
I love it.
Making him lose control, pleasuring him, treating him is making me ache to have him inside me again. I want him to play with my breasts and my pussy and kiss me until I can’t breathe.
I want him to fall asleep in my bed and wake me up by pinching my nipples and then take me from behind. I want to sit in his lap and feed him scones for breakfast and then I want him to carry me back to bed.
I want to walk Jitter with him.
I want to have snowball fights with him.
I want to take him to Marmot Cliff and show him the stars on a moonless night.
I just want. Him. I want him in a way that I know is so dangerous, but also so right.
His grip tightens in my hair. “Can’t—hold—Sabrina—I’m—”
I tease his balls and rub my tongue along the underside of his cock once more, and it suddenly spasms as he comes down my throat with a moan of utter pleasure.
So. Much. This.
The two of us. Laughing. Arguing. Making up.
I am so head over heels for this man.
“Sabrina,” he pants as his body sags.
I let his softening cock go, pressing a kiss to the tip before attempting to climb out of the wheel well. “So, you wanna come sleep on my side of the wall tonight?” I ask.
“No.”
Everything inside me goes still with fear. “N-no?”
“I want to stay awake on your side of the wall all night.”
Tears hit the backside of my eyelids. “You are such a goof.”
“You like that.”
“I do.”
He’s falling asleep in my passenger seat. So much so, in fact, that he merely murmurs a soft mm when I tuck him back into his boxer shorts.
It’s impossible to suppress a smile at the sight of him so relaxed.
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.
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.