Page 32 of Forever Yours

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Sebastian said as he grabbed plates. “No wonder you love Devlin so much, you were stuck with office coffee until Devlin opened up shop.”

“Really?” Devlin asked, surprised. “I can’t be the first coffee shop that’s been in Amber Falls.”

“The first good one,” Annabelle deadpanned.

“You and Pru always say that, but I figured you were joking.” Devlin spoke over her shoulder as she slid the pan into the oven. He wasn’t ashamed to be looking at her ass, but when it wiggled again, his eyes darted up to meet her gaze, a smile lighting her eyes, and he swallowed hard.

“I never joke about my coffee.” Annabelle refilled her cup, sitting next to Sebastian at the table.

“She’s telling the truth,” Gabe interjected, needing to think about something other than what he could do with that ass of Devlin’s. “I think AB and Pru started drinking coffee in grade school.”

“I had my first espresso shot in fifth grade,” Annabelle stated.

Sebastian gave her a look of obvious appall. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Of course I’m kidding. I wasn’t raised by over-caffeinated wolves.” Annabelle appeared thoughtful. “Okay, I guess I do joke about my coffee.”

Devlin laughed and walked over to where Gabe had ended up by the sink and reached around him to grab the oven timer.

“What do you think,” she asked, her hip touching his. “Fifteen minutes?”

Gabe’s mouth went dry, and he gulped his too-hot coffee. He could do so much with her in fifteen minutes. He’d start with that ass. Then he’d make her touch herself, recreate the noises he heard through the bathroom door this morning. The moans, the—

“Gabe. Does that sound about right?” Devlin repeated.

“Oh yeah, fifteen should do it.”

The sound of laughter coming from the stairs grabbed everyone’s attention. Greyson and Prudence stopped at the bottom landing, smiles wiped off their faces as they saw the group staring, then they broke out into giggles once again.

“Did you already forget other people exist in the world?” Sebastian asked.

Greyson sauntered over to the kitchen island and pulled out a chair for Prudence, gesturing for her to sit. “When I’m with her, there really isn’t anyone else in the world.”

“Oh, Grey,” Prudence said, “you’re embarrassing me. But thank you.”

Greyson walked around the island to the kitchen counter, pulling a container of cleaning wipes from the cabinet. “I’m just gonna give this a good clean,” he said under his breath to Gabe, as he wiped off the surface and Gabe’s eyes widened in horror.

“You didn’t.”

“Well, I didn’t, but Pru did.”

“Is there any place else I need to avoid?”

Greyson glanced around the living area. “The couch should be dry by now, I won’t tell you where, and the staircase, we didn’t have enough time to make a mess there.”

“We haven’t been here for twenty-four hours. When did you get the time to do all that?”

“That woman has amazing stamina.”

“Grey, I didn’t need to know that. Too much information is a real thing.”

“Nothing about Pru is too much. Hey, here she is.” Greyson moved aside so Prudence could grab a cup for coffee.

“Whatcha talking about?” she asked.

Gabe evaded her eyes and she punched Greyson’s arm. “What did I tell you about oversharing?”

“That’s what I said!” Gabe exclaimed. “And he overshared just a tad too much. I’ll take it to the grave.”

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