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beast of a man , in every sense of the word—and anyone who says differently needs to answer to me. Even if that person is you .”
    Holy fuck, I think my heart just stopped. I love it when my baby gets on her soapbox—especially when it’s to say something as amazing as all that.
    “So don’t call yourself a pussy-ass ever again,” she says quietly. “Or, God help me, I’m gonna go all Latina on your ass—and that’s not something you want to experience.” She blows another string of bubbles for Gracie as if she hasn’t just given me the most epic tribute a woman could ever give a man.
    I bite my lip. “Please don’t go Latina on my ass.”
    “It’s up to you.”
    I’m rock hard right now. I lean down to Sarah on the grass and whisper into her ear. “Gracie is such a little cock blocker right now.”
    Sarah bursts out laughing. “Welcome to our future.”
    “Yeah, so Josh was just telling me.”
    Gracie grabs at the bubble wand and Sarah holds her little hand at bay.
    “Let me help you, honey,” Sarah says. She dips the wand into the bottle for her. “Okay, here you go. Pucker like this—no, like this , baby.” Sarah bursts out laughing at Gracie’s unsuccessful attempt at a pucker. “You are so darned cute, do you know that, love monkey?” She holds up the wand. “Okay, now blow .”
    “Grassy bottuhl.”
    “No, you can’t hold the bottle, Little G. Your mommy gave me this bottle because she figured your daddy already let you spill the other one all over the ground.”
    “Wow. Maybe there is something to this mother’s intuition thing,” I say.
    Gracie tries to grab the bottle out of Sarah’s hand, but Sarah holds it up high, out of her reach. “ No, monita. You can’t hold the bottle. You can hold the wand. ”
    Gracie starts to whine and stomp her feet.
    “Oh good lord,” Sarah says. “She’s so much like her mother, it’s frightening. No, bebe. No es para ti .”
    Gracie grabs for the bottle again.
    “ No, no, no, pequañita . No. ”
    “Grassy bottuhl.”
    “ No .”
    Gracie grabs at the bottle again.
    “ Jeupucha culo. That’s enough.”
    “Uh oh, Gracie,” I say. “Run for the hills. Auntie Sarah’s cursing in Spanish.”
    Sarah levels Gracie with unflinching eyes. “ No tócala. Me entiendes, sobrina? ”
    Gracie nods, every bit as mesmerized by Sarah as I am.
    “ Muy bien, amor, ” Sarah says to Gracie. “Ahorita, dame un besito. ” Sarah leans her cheek into Gracie for a kiss and Gracie complies. “Buena chiquitita . ” Sarah looks at me, her eyebrow raised. “And that, my dear, is how we do it, Latina-style.”
    “That poor girl never stood a chance.”
    “We don’t put up with crap from anybody, no matter how tiny and adorable they happen to be.” She looks at me sideways. “Or how big and gorgeous and full of muscles.”
    I exhale loudly. My cock is tingling. This woman slays me. “Put the bubbles down,” I say evenly.
    She puts the bottle of bubbles on a nearby table and returns to me.
    “Gracie, will you go look for the bunny that lives by those rocks again?” I ask. “I think I just saw him poke his head out and look for you.”
    Gracie traipses over to the rocks, just out of earshot of us.
    I put my hands on Sarah’s cheeks. “You’re the goddess and the muse, Sarah Cruz Faraday.” I pull her into me for a deep kiss and reach around to grab her ass. I have to reach a little farther around to get a good grip on her backside these days, but it’s worth the extra effort. “Damn, I love this ass,” I say, squeezing it with enthusiasm and grinding my hard-on into her.
    “My ass loves you, too.”
    “Thank you,” I whisper.
    “For my ass?”
    “For always kicking my ass when I need it.”
    She shrugs. “I love you truly, madly, deeply. That’s what love is—kicking someone’s ass when they need it.”
    “Don’t give up on me,” I whisper.
    “Never. You’re stuck with me.”
    “Good. Because if you ever do try to leave me,