Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,102

now, I suspect his father will be in touch soon. But we’ll deal with that together.

Declan glances at the text message. “It’s a note from someone at the Alliance. Wants to know if I can go to that carnival this weekend. Do the dunk tank and pie toss as a celebrity guest.”

“Will you do it?”

He nods as he types. “Definitely.”

In the past, Declan has had a different approach to charity, preferring to support with money rather than time. That’s awesome and I love that he puts his wallet toward what matters. But lately, he’s been volunteering, and I can’t deny that it’s so damn sexy to see him step up in a new way.

It’s even sexier when he says, “Do you want to go to the carnival together?”

I slow the car at the light, look at him with wonder, and say, “Yes, and you asking me to do that is so incredibly sexy that you need to fuck me when we get home.”

He cracks up. “That’s all it takes? Me agreeing to go to an LGBTQ carnival with you gets me mandatory topping?”

“Yup. I’m so turned on right now, I’m going to get on my hands and knees for you, and you’re going to screw me right off the bed.”

“Maybe drive a little faster. And that’s mandatory.”

After I shower, I crawl into bed with my boyfriend. As I wrap my arms around him, he dips his face to my neck, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss against my collarbone. “Why is it that you smell so good no matter what?”

“Because you’re attracted to my pheromones,” I say like it’s obvious.

“I’m sure, but sometimes you have this smell like you came out of a barbershop. That gets me going. Sometimes you’re all sweaty like you just worked out. That turns me on. And then sometimes, you’re just all shower sexy. And that makes me rock fucking hard.”

“So basically, I turn you on all the time is what you’re saying?”

A sexy rumble is my answer. “You do.”

“Do you think we surprised anyone tonight?”

Declan laughs and shakes his head. “No, because you can’t keep a secret, evidently. I let you go to the game with our friends, my mom, and what do you do?”

“I didn’t blab,” I protest.

“You don’t have to blab. You probably had that dreamy, faraway look in your eyes.”

“My grandpa used to say I got that look when I talked about you.”

He drops a kiss to my jaw. “I bet everyone saw your dreamy faraway look.”

“I bet they did. And guess what?”

“What?”

“I don’t care. My life is an open book. Now everyone else gets to know the best part of my life—that I’m with you,” I say, nuzzling his neck.

“I like you so much I’ll even post you on my social media,” he says.

“Whoa. Shit is getting real.”

Laughing, he reaches for my hips. “Get closer to me,” Declan urges, and I climb over him, straddling him, then lower my chest so our pecs rub together, our erections lining up.

We kiss and grind and rub. When we’re both gasping and groaning, he grabs the lube from the nightstand, coats his fingers, and slides them between my legs, getting me ready to take him.

Then I show him exactly how flexible a man who plays my position can be.

“Stay flat on your back,” I tell him.

Then, I ride his dick like it’s my toy.

My man can barely move under me.

All he can do is groan and grip my thighs, as I show him exactly how I can fuck his cock with my ass. His fingernails scrape down my legs, his face twisting and contorting with pleasure. He stretches his neck, the cords tight, the veins pulsing. “Do it harder. Take me deeper.”

“You want me to work you over?” I ask as I bounce on his cock.

“Go crazy on me,” he rasps out.

And I do. I pound his dick faster, rougher, till he growls like an animal and grips my hips to still me. He sits up straight, stares at me with the most carnal look ever in his eyes. “Get under me. Now, fucking now.”

“Thank you,” I say, scrambling off him, getting on all fours, arching my back, lifting my ass, and giving him all the access in the world.

This was the first way I imagined him taking me. This was my original fantasy when I was younger, when I hadn’t been with anyone, when I had no idea how spectacular sex could be.

Back then, I imagined a man like him wanting me like