Page 60 of Her Filthy Grump

“Oh, I bet you aren’t.” Chloe giggles and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Tell us all about those filthy things you two have been doing.”

“Really?” I still like a squirrel in the middle of a highway. I haven’t even had the chance to tell my best friend about the dirty things we’ve been doing, and I’m not sure Kameron wants our sex life broadcasted at the football stadium.

“Really.” Chloe’s eyes twinkle. “I’ll start. Rich has this obsession with baked goods, and since I run a bakery, he likes for me to dress up like Little Red Riding Hood and bring him a basket of goodies.”

“God, I’m going to be sick.” Jenna cups her mouth. “She never realizes that she’s discussing my brother’s dick when she starts these stories. I’m pregnant, for God’s sake, and prone to projectile vomiting.”

“Grow up, buttercup.” Chloe drops her arm from me and stares pointedly at Jenna. “Share one of your stories with Layla, so she doesn’t feel like a freak.”

“Fine.” Jenna glances out at the football field where her fiancé Tony Timmerman plays as the tight end for the away team. “I’m trying to decide which one to tell. They’re all hot.”

“How about phone sex?” Chloe cocks an eyebrow as the crowd erupts around us. We should be watching the game, but I like Kameron’s friends.

The dinner the night before was a blast as the guys gave each other a hard time. I could tell Kameron was nervous on the way to San Francisco, but the second we stopped at the club, they welcomed him with open arms and an open bar tab. I’ve never gotten drinks so quickly before.

“Phone sex is almost every other weekend during the football season, so that’s not a story.” She snaps her fingers. “How about the time I went down on him at the stadium?”

“Do tell.” I lean closer. I’d been worried I was turning into a nympho, but now I’m positive this is what it feels like when you find the person you’re meant to be with.

As she relays her story, I watch Kameron. He’s too into the game to notice me. I love everything about him. I love how caring he is even when he pretends he’s not a rescuer. I adore how generous a lover he is. And the man is a better housekeeper than I could ever be.

He turns as if he senses me staring at him and winks. My damn knees go weak, and then my heart catches in my chest. What happens when his time is up? These’re the people he fits in with. These’re his friends. Now that he knows none of them have hard feelings, does that mean he’ll go back at the end of his time?

Why wait? My stomach clenches. What do I do? Go with him? What if he doesn’t ask? He made it clear at the beginning that our relationship had an expiration date. He never promised me anything. Actually, he made me promise not to fall in love with him.

Fuck. Don’t borrow trouble. We still have two months.

“Give us some deets.” Jenna bumps me with her elbow as the caterers traipse in with armloads of silver covered trays.

The combination of BBQ, smoked meat, and onions flood the room. My nose tingles.God, that’s strong.My turn.“I guess I would have to say when he fingered me in my cousin’s backyard.”

“Oh, hot.” Chloe bites her bottom lip and eyes Kameron. “I bet his fingers–”

“Do you have to say bet every time?” Jenna snorts.

“It’s funny.” Chloe grabs her stomach and laughs. “If the bet didn’t exist, Rich would still have me in the friend-zone.”

Jenna shrugs. “You’ve got a good point. If it weren’t for the contract, I wouldn’t be with Tony. I’d still think he was a prick who took my virginity and said I was lousy in bed.”

“Wait….” I raise my hands in the air. “What are you two talking about?”

I listen to their rundown of how Jenna and Tony got together. The longer we talk, the more I realize I like these women and would love to hang out with them more often. Except, we live nearly two thousand miles away from each other.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Kameron

By the time halftime rolls around, my hands and throat hurt from clapping and yelling. Tony and the rest of the team are playing lights-out football, and the home crowd is starting to turn on their team.

Not that I feel sorry for them, they’ve had numerous championships over the years, and our home team has been in a fifty-year drought. It’s about time we end up on the right side of the jumbotron.

“It’s good to see you happy.” Rich slaps me on the back.

“Thanks.” I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “It’s a relief to know you and Chloe don’t hold a grudge. It ate at me to think I’d lost you as a friend. I know you said you weren’t mad, but it was hard for me to believe you could forgive me.”

“No worries, man. The second we found out you didn’t know anything about the bet, neither of us blamed you. We all make mistakes in the dating department.”

“Yeah.” I glance at Layla, who’s chatting animatedly with Jenna and Chloe.Am I Layla’s mistake?

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