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“She had cancer. It was…fast. So fucking unfair.”

I blow out and breathe, trying to hold it together, but I quickly discover that I don’t have to. For the first time ever, I’ve got someone else here helping me.

The water sloshes higher on my chest before the warmth of Garrett’s body presses against my side.

One arm snakes around my back, his fingers tracing lines on my opposite shoulder before the other lands on my thigh.

That one touch causes every muscle in my body to tense.

“Hey, it’s okay to be sad,” he says, pressing his lips to my shoulder.

Warmth spreads through my body.

“I know, I just…I try not to think about it all. It’s too hard.”

“I get it.”

“I don’t…I don’t talk about it much.”

“Thank you for telling me,” he says, continuing to drag his lips across my shoulder and toward my neck. “And just so you know, whatever you do tell me won’t go any further. You can trust me, Cooper.”

I nod and swallow thickly.

I don’t trust easily, but…I do trust him.

“Shit,” I hiss when his lips finally find my throat, kissing and nibbling their way up to my ear.

His hand slides higher, but nowhere near where I really need it.

“I really like your hot tub,” he whispers in my ear. “I like having you naked in it even more.”

“Garrett,” I half-warn, half-moan.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans as his lips trace across the edge of my jaw.

His hand moves again, but he bypasses my cock, instead pressing his palm to my abs and slowly sliding it up, exploring.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

I’m about to tell him that the feeling is mutual when he suddenly grips my jaw and turns my face toward his.

“Sometimes, it’s okay to give up control,” he murmurs before his lips meet mine.

My hand lifts, my fingers threading into the damp hair at the nape of his neck as I pull him closer.

His erection nudges my thigh, and my own dick jerks, knowing that I turn him on this much.

Our kiss gets deeper, hungrier, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m hauling him onto my lap, his knees on either side of my hips, our dicks rubbing up against each other.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back on the edge of the tub. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and when I crack my eyes open, I find a cocky smirk on his lips. “How about I make it feel even better?’

He shifts position slightly before taking us both in his hand.

“Jesus fuck.”

I stare down at where he has both of us grasped, but the water blurs the image.