Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,103
this.
But wanting all of me too.
Body, heart, mind.
I wanted passion in my life. Wanted someone who was all in. I’ve always longed for a man to give me everything. Truly, though, I’ve longed for one man to give me everything.
Him.
I have Declan now. All of his body, all of his heart, and all of his love.
“Get in me. Get in me now,” I grit out, practically grinding my teeth from the staggering power of lust.
He slides all the way home. I see stars. Beautiful, bright, flashing stars. He drags a hand down my back, pushing my shoulders to the bed.
“You look so good like that,” he rasps out.
I turn my face, savoring the look in his eyes as he goes deep. Yes, this was what I wanted to experience.
Passion.
I had it with him. I lost it with him. Together, we found it again.
Now, I know exactly what passionate sex is.
It’s when you love.
It’s when you trust.
It’s when you give.
It is us, in our bed, in our home, together at last. He takes me hard, covering me with his body, his stubble scraping my skin as he kisses my neck. “Want to come inside you, and you finish in me. Say you will, babe. Say you’ll fuck me just like this right now,” he growls in my ear.
I combust. I burn everywhere. A forest fire eats me alive, wraps me in flames. There is no other answer but yes. “Yes. Do it. Give it to me now,” I urge.
With a savage groan, he weaves his fingers into my hair, drives into me hard, then shudders, flooding me with his hot release. I grip the base of my cock, holding it tight to stave off the orgasm that pulses just below the surface of my skin. Gritting my teeth, I fight it like I’m trying to scare away a bear.
With a wild breath, Declan pulls out, reaches for the lube, and tosses it to me. My man shifts to all fours. A few thrusts of my fingers to ease the way and get him ready, then I coat my aching length, notch the head of my cock against him, and sink inside.
I grip his hips hard as I bottom out, his body squeezing me nice and tight. My breath comes in sharp gasps as a wild, needy burst of ecstasy charges through me, sparking everywhere.
Noises rip from my throat, the sweet torment of a release just out of reach.
So close. So damn close.
He jerks his gaze back at me, eyes shimmering with lust. “Give it to me. I fucking love you. I fucking love you so much.”
And that’s enough.
Lust takes me hostage. I snap my hips and ride him all the way to dirty heaven. I come like a fountain from his words, his touch, his love, his possession, his passion.
This is my fantasy. This is our reality.
This is our life.
And it’s spectacular.
44
Grant
The next two days are a whirlwind of baseball games and schedules, phone calls and plans.
Declan and I go super domestic in the mornings, figuring out what he needs and wants from his place in New York, and what he can donate.
“I don’t want you to feel like this home isn’t yours,” I say, gesturing to the kitchen, living room, and beyond. “You can ship whatever you want, and we’ll make room for it.”
As he drinks his coffee, he rolls his eyes. “Yes, I care about furniture so much.”
“All I’m saying is if you hate my sex couch, we can get a new one.”
“Gee. Can we please go to IKEA next weekend?”
“Smart ass.”
He leans across the counter and gives me a peck. “Furniture is whatever. I love our sex couch. I do request one ground rule, though.”
“You and your rules,” I toss back.
“You ready?”
I straighten my spine. “Yes, we will have sex every day we’re together. You don’t have to make it a rule, man. I already plan on religiously following that.”
Declan laughs hard, shaking his head. He slides his hand across the counter, reaching for mine. “The rule is this—I don’t want to be your kept man.”
My eyebrows shoot into my hairline. “Was that a previous option? Because I feel like the trophy-boy thing goes the other way. I am four years younger.”
I earn an eye roll for that sass.
“Seriously, though,” I say. “What do you mean? Like, you want to split the monthly porn bill?” I brush my hands together. “Sure, done. You can pay me back with eleven dollars a month in coffee. We good?”