Scoring With Him (Men of Summer, #1)

by Lauren Blakely

“You know I do,”

“Look at us . . . switching positions.”

“Is that a metaphor or a challenge?” His voice is husky.

“You know how hot you are,” he whispers.

“You’ve got eyes. You look in the mirror. You know what you see. You know what I see.”

“Danger. I see danger.”

“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.”

“Yeah. Makes me hard.”

“Jesus . . . fuuuuck.” I am broiling. “Do you get what I mean? Do you see the problem?” “I do, Deck. I do.”

“I’m trying to tell you all the reasons why this is a bad idea, and now all I can t...

“Pretty much all I’m aware of too,” he whispers. “Safe to say all the blood in my body went straight to my dick when you said you were thinking of us fucking.”

“Dear God, I am going to climb across the table right now,” I warn. “I think you know I won’t stop you,” Grant says.

“No worries, hun. I’m not hitting on your guy. Not my style.”

“If he were mine, I’d make sure no one got near him either. Now, why don’t you two let me know if you decide you want some food. I’m River, and I’m happy to help.”

“I figured you’d say that. So, does that mean we can finally order? Because I’m starving.” I crack up, laughing so damn hard. “Yes, let’s get some food.”

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

I’ve never had sex before. With anyone. And now I want to. With you.

I push open the door, find my guy on the other side, and kick it closed behind me.

He is mine.

“You’re mine, rookie,” he snarls in my ear, and I tremble as his hand wraps tight around my dick. “I’ll get you there.”

Not just any man though. The man I’m pretty sure I’ve inconveniently, stupidly fallen in love with. The man I desperately want to sleep with again, be with again, see over and over. But you can’t always get what you want.

My guy.

“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.”

“You do it for me. You just do.” “You really do it for me. In kind of every way,” he says, putting himself out there once again.

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.

His blue orbs flicker with vulnerability and something new too. Hope. Just raw hope.

“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,”

“All mine. Only 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.

“Sorry, not sorry.” “No apologies. I’m in this too. I’m so far in this, and I wish we could last.”

The catcher on my team lets out a sharp breath, his eyes brimming with sadness, res...

“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’m ready to fuck the man I’m crazy for.” “Mmm. Me too, babe. Me too.” I draw him in for one more kiss, hoping he feels everything. Hoping he knows I’m falling madly in love with him.

“I’m falling for you. And I want to fuck and fall tonight.”

“You want me to taste you everywhere, Deck? Lick you all over? Fuck your ass with my tongue?”

“And yes, I want that. Save it for me, rookie. Save that wicked mouth for me. I want that so badly.”