Scoring With Him (Men of Summer, #1)

by Lauren Blakely

“Not entirely. A couple of guys were like, I’m up for pretty much any chick who wants to sleep with me.”

Cover him with my body. Cover him with my hands.

“Some things are hard to look away from,” I say. “I’ll say,” he murmurs. He stares shamelessly. Hungrily. Making this my best morning workout in ages—and also my hardest.

“I’m already jealous of the possibility of you fucking someone else,” he says, a plain admission that scorches me.

Declan’s jealousy sets me on fire. Every square inch of me burns for him. “You are?” “I am.” His voice is smoke in the desert night. “And what you said this morning?” he prompts, like I didn’t remember it perfectly. “Yeah?” I ask, letting him lead this conversation wherever he’s taking it. “Grant,” he says, his tone shifting, full of vulnerability and heat. “It’s driving me absolutely crazy.”

“You and me fucking would be the worst idea ever. And yet I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Fuck it.” I inch closer, lick my lips. “Kiss me, rookie.” He smiles. “Hell, yes.”

“Good. Porn is great for many things, including figuring out what turns us on. But real sex isn’t like porn.”

“I want to get to know your body now,” I murmur. “To touch you. Please you. And I want you to do the same to me.”

“Sex is better if you talk about it. Communication and all,” he begins.

“My major was psych,” he offers. “Also, straight men are rarely slut shamed for liking sex, or for engaging in behaviors like wearing sexy clothes, so it’s not cool to slut shame women or queer people.”

“Maybe I am. Or Oprah. You get sex! You get sex! You get sex! Everybody gets sex!”

“Anything. I’ll do anything for you,” he rasps out, and I believe his anything.

“Jack me. Please, Deck. I’m begging you,” I say.

Not just any man though. The man I’m pretty sure I’ve inconveniently, stupidly fallen in love with.

I had no idea sex could be like that.

Lol that’s like the worst sex I’ve read 💀💀

“You smell well fucked,”

“You’re out of this world,” I say, running a finger down his chest. “You’re a moonshot. You’re a grand slam over the fences. That’s you, rookie. You’re my walk-off home run.”

“Grant, there is no man I want more than you. No one I want to fuck so thoroughly. No one who turns me on like you.”

Grant Blackwood is my undoing because he gets me. He understands me. He gives more of himself to me than anyone ever has. I want him beyond these walls, beyond this room, beyond tonight.

“I am so crazy for you, Grant. I don’t know what happened in the last few days, but that’s how I feel. Out-of-my-mind crazy. I know this has to end, but I don’t want it to end. I want you to be mine,”

“I’m falling so fucking hard for you,” he says, and that’s it. I’m just done. I’m too far gone. I grab him, kiss him, and give him everything I can. For now. Because that’s all we have.

If I’m not distracted by the lingering ache of a big cock up my ass last night, I’m not gonna be distracted by Crosby’s yammering.

But I love him dirty too. Love him sweaty.

But Kyle wasn’t Grant. Grant is a galaxy away from Kyle. Grant is the guy I’d move mountains for. Grant is the best thing I’ve ever had. But I don’t want to be the worst thing for him, so I nod, firmly.

“I waited years for a guy like you. I can wait all season for you,” he says, his voice stitched with a vulnerability that cracks my heart wide open.

“I’ll wait for you, rookie.”

“I want to watch you jerk off some time, Deck. I want to shoot all over you. I want to do everything with you,”

And holy fuck. Holy hell. Holy bliss. My balls are singing hallelujah. My dick is conducting an erotic symphony. And I am dying, just dying, from the utter perfection of this moment.

I’m fucking the man I’m in love with. And he’s fucking me right back.

And he clenches his ass around my cock. I grunt, sounding like an animal as

“Well, rim jobs. Giving and getting. As you know,” he adds.