Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Men of Summer Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
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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 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.


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