24. Grant

We're an adorable rom-com montage. I bump his hip. He winks at me.

All I need is a peppy soundtrack as I swipe wasabi on his nose then flick my tongue and lick it off. Declan rolls his eyes, then smears some rice on my cheek. If the instructor weren't busy with other students, we'd be in trouble.

But she is, so we goof off more.

We don't eat anything we make. I mean, my sushi does not look appetizing. At the end of class, I brandish my avocado roll at my boyfriend, then make a sad sound as it falls over limply. "This is not a good phallic representation," I whisper.

Declan leans in closer. "I've got a good phallic representation for you right here." His eyes drift down to his jeans. "And I'm going to show you when we get home."

I give him a confused look once we leave class. "Was not showing it to me ever an option?"

"No fucking way."

Thirty minutes later, we're laughing and still a little slap happy as I unlock the door.

But the second it closes with a whoosh, Declan grabs the waistband of my jeans, backs me up against the wall, and slams his pelvis against mine.

"Whoa, cowboy," I say, since he's frisky. "We should make sushi more often."

Declan covers my mouth with his in an enticing, entryway kiss that's a prelude to one thing only. His mouth is possessive, consuming mine in a way that says I want you, I need you, I've been thinking about touching you all day long.

I go shivery-hot all over. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, makes a throaty purr, then coasts his mouth along my jawline, nipping me. I groan as pinpricks of pleasure zip along my skin.

"Did you like cooking class?" he asks, all hot and commanding.

But I can't follow the question. "Uh, it was fun. Why are you asking now?"

"I really liked cooking class," he continues, his voice husky, suggesting his mind isn't on class at all.

His mind seems solely on me as he pushes a hand on my chin, exposing my throat so he can sweep his tongue along my Adam's apple, while holding me in place. His lips are on a mission. They travel across my chin, my throat. He sweeps those soft, full lips along my jawline, igniting a blast of sparks down my spine. I grab his hips, curl my hands tight around them, letting my head fall back against the wall as he rumbles, "I liked class so much."

And I get where he's going now. At least I think I do. "Declan Steele, did you use that class as foreplay or something?"

"I didn't use it as foreplay, but guess what? It turned out to be. Want to know why?" he whispers, all smoky in my ear.

"Yes, I do," I say on a gasp.

Declan takes his time answering, choosing instead to close his mouth over my earlobe and suck. "Fuck, yes," I moan, my eyes floating shut as my man shows me everything his mouth can do to me.

He pushes his crotch harder against mine, then his lips leave my skin.

I open my eyes. Declan's brown gaze is shimmering with heat. "Because I love being with you, babe," he says. "Spending time with you turns me on."

"Making sushi?" I ask.

"Getting coffee," he adds.

"Going for a run?"

"Watching a movie," he continues, and Declan grinds his hard cock against mine, showing me how very turned on he is. "Being with you excites me," he says. "So damn much."

"Evidently," I tease, and I sneak a hand between us, squeezing his erection, then cupping his balls.

"Yesssss," he moans. I fondle him through his clothes. "You turn me on, Grant. I fucking love being your man. And I hope you're having a good time with me too."

My heart glows, shining brighter, growing bigger. "We don't need our relationship to feel like a week in Ibiza, Deck. I'm completely happy with us being very, very San Francisco."

He breathes a sigh of relief, smiles, then lets out a sexy rumble. "Thank you for letting me make you happy."

I tug on his jeans. "You do make me happy. Especially when I can sit on your dick."

Declan growls as his hands roam up my chest. "I want that. But I want something else too." He tips his forehead to the stairs. "Bedroom. I have a plan."

My balls tingle as my dick does a happy dance. I grab his hand and press the palm against my hard-as-steel cock. "I'm down with whatever you have on the sex agenda tonight."

Our shoes come off.

As we go up the stairs, I shed my shirt, tugging it over my head with one hand, dropping it to the floor. Declan does the same with his. When we're in our bedroom he stalks me again, pushes me against the wall by our bureau, slams his hands roughly against my pecs.

My breath hitches as pleasure shoots through me.

"You like that," he says, all hot and gravelly. "When I manhandle you."

"Always have. Ever since we first hooked up," I say. A wave of goose bumps rolls over my skin, making the hair on my arms stand on end.

Declan grabs my wrists, pins them to my sides, and rubs his pelvis against me.

Another moan falls from my lips. "Yeah, like that," I murmur as he keeps me in his grip.

With a tight hold on my wrists, he dips his face to my chest, licks a path between my pecs. He bends, traveling lower, flicking his tongue across my abs while keeping me locked against the wall. I'm a live wire, vibrating with lust. When he reaches my pelvis, he presses a hard, hot kiss against the ridge of my erection, then rises, his face meeting mine.

"Remember the first time we kissed?" he asks.

Hot memories flash before my eyes of that time in his BMW after dark in Phoenix. "Like it was yesterday."

Declan coasts his hands down my biceps. "Kissing you on the side of the road was insane. Touching you was the highest high I'd ever felt. Still is."

"Same here," I say, sinking into the bliss of his words and his touch as his palms explore my arms, roaming over me like he's touching me for the first time.

Then lower.

He paws at my jeans, works them open, slides them down my hips. "You were incredible then. You're even more so now. Do you know that?"

"I don't know anything right now. My brain is kind of mush from what you're doing to me." I shudder, giving in to every single sensation that whips through my body courtesy of Declan Steele.

"Everything with us is even better now," he says as he shoves my jeans down my legs. I step out of them, then push down my briefs too, my cock springing free.

His eyes burn with lust as he stares at my aching hard-on. "Mmm. Rookie," he whispers, wrapping his hand around my throbbing dick. "My rookie," he rasps out as he strokes, and I shudder from the wild pleasure of his hand on my length. "My sexy fucking rookie who wants his man."

"I do. God, I fucking do, Deck." My eyes roam shamelessly over his body. "Get naked please. Get in me. Just fuck me soon."

With a sly grin, Declan lets go of my dick, unsnaps the top button on his jeans, then pushes them down, along with his briefs. His dick pops out to say hi. It's thick and hard; he's as aroused as I am. Already a drop of liquid waits at the head of his cock. Sliding my thumb across his crown, I swipe the pre-come, smear it on my lips and lick.

He steals a hot kiss, then steps out of his clothes. When we're both naked, he brings me against him, our hard cocks lining up, rubbing against each other. He grinds his pelvis roughly against mine. Sliding a hand between us, he grasps both of our cocks and strokes up.

I shudder, letting out an animalistic groan.

"Look at how much we want each other, Grant," he says.

I tremble everywhere as my gaze drifts down, drinking in the erotic sight. "So sexy," I rasp out.

Declan lets go for a few seconds, grabs the lube from the nightstand, returns to me. He coats his palm, then takes our dicks in his fist again. "I want to make a video of this sometime," I groan.

"Me too. But tonight I want to watch one with you," he says, and my skin sizzles in anticipation of what's to come on his sex plans.

Whatever it is, I want it.

Badly.

Since right now, I'm flying through the roof as his hand takes a tour of our dicks, coasting in a slow, sensual glide up and down. He gives us several long, seductive jerks, twisting, gripping, holding.

My insides quiver with red-hot desire.

"See how hard we get together?" Declan asks in the roughest, dirtiest voice ever.

I nod savagely, panting out a gritty yes.

"Because we can't get enough of each other," he says.

I can't even speak. Words are too tough to form as he strokes us. So I just moan, and whimper, groan, and grunt.

Sex isn't everything in a relationship, but I swear the way we touch brings us closer every time. We fuck without walls. We smash into each other with our guards down, our hearts open, our bodies eager. Our sex is fearless and unafraid, a symbol for how we want our lives to be.

My breath stutters past my lips as I gaze at Declan, looking into his lust-struck eyes. "It's so good," I tell him.

"Nobody but you does this to me," he says, in a filthy confession.

"Nobody," I repeat as a white-hot blast of ecstasy hammers through me. He grips us tight, tugs hard, then unleashes a carnal groan.

"Fuck, Grant. I need to be inside you."

I set a hand on his chin, and look him in the eyes. "Get me ready then."

He smirks, his lips twitching.

I arch a brow. "What's that smile for?"

"To get you ready, I want your laptop."

Oh, this is gonna be good. I slink away from him to grab it from the nightstand drawer while he ducks into the bathroom. Declan returns with a towel, then spreads it over a leather chair in the corner of the bedroom.

"Remember what you did to me last night?" he asks.

"I absolutely do." I put him in his favorite position, spreadeagled under me, and fucked him hard till he shouted my name and came all over his chest. And I recorded a couple minutes of it.

"Turn it on. I want to watch you fucking me when I start to fuck you," he says, and holy hell, that works for me.

Oh yes, does that ever work for me.

Declan sinks down on the leather chair, and flicks open the lube as I find the folder with our videos and set the machine on the end of the bed so it's a foot away, in perfect view.

He spreads his legs, looking like a king, then he pulls me into his lap and works me open with the lube and his fingers, scissoring them inside me.

My dick thumps against my stomach as he loosens me up. A minute later, Declan slicks more lube on his cock, then sets the bottle on the arm of the chair. He wraps both hands around my ass and smacks my cheeks with both palms. The pleasure and the hint of pain radiates through me.

"Mmm. Yes."

My guy swats me again then jerks me closer, squeezing my cheeks. "Fucking love this ass."

"Then get in it," I say, as I spin around, and set my feet on either side of his legs so I can ride his shaft. I lower myself onto his dick, inch by lubed inch, his groans letting me know how much he loves being inside me as my body swallows his cock.

When he's all the way in, I breathe in the heated moment. Let the bliss charge through me.

"Hit play," he says, and I oblige, stretching my arm to the keyboard.

The sounds of last night's sex fill the room.

The slapping of flesh.

The moans of pleasure.

The skin, the noise, the tension.

We both tremble as we watch two men passionately fucking each other on the screen.

"Those two guys are really into each other," Declan murmurs as he bites down on my shoulder.

"Yeah, they seriously are," I say, moaning as he thrusts into me. I answer his stroke by clenching around his cock.

"Mmm... you make me feel so good, then and now," he groans in my ear, then tips his forehead to the screen as we both gaze at the clip of the two of us wrapped up in each other, chasing the edge of desire.

Just like we are right now, as we come together again in a new way. Every time with Declan feels new. I rise up on him, finding a slow and sensuous rhythm while we stare at the way we pleased each other last night.

"What do you see when you watch us?" he asks as he grips my hips while I set the pace.

There are so many ways to answer that. I see lust and passion. I see heat and desire. I see our future. But what I see most of all is this— "I see two men in love."

His hands clamp around my hips. His moans fall hot against my ear. "Yes, babe. I see the only man for me. I see us fucking and loving just like we're doing right now," he says, as the video ends, and we both sink into this moment, the intensity of it.

"No cameras tonight," I whisper.

"Nope. Just want to make love to you," he murmurs, and hell, it feels that way. Even though we're chest to back, Declan Steele does make love to me in a sensual, seductive rhythm that makes me want to spend the whole damn night in his arms.

Shivering from the lust, I show him how much I love having him in me as I bounce up and down on his cock, roaming my hands up my chest, playing with my nipples, sending spikes of pleasure all throughout my body.

"Let me do that to you," he murmurs, and I drop my hands to the edge of his thighs, sliding along the hair on his legs.

Declan flicks at my nipple piercing, making me shudder and whimper out his name. He does it again and again, and the only solution is to fuck his cock harder as my brain floats into a land of ecstatic bliss. I reach my arms behind me, wrapping them around the back of his head. He takes full advantage of the position, sweeping hungry, needy kisses all along my neck, scraping his stubble against my skin. Like the greedy lover I am, I take all of Declan's kisses, and his touches, and his fucking, and I ride them out.

He sneaks a hand down my abs and grasps my cock.

I unleash a primal moan. "Yes, jack me, baby. Please."

"You want it hard and fast?" he asks on a tight upstroke.

I tremble, shaking everywhere from the sweet agony of his touch. "Anything. Just make me come. Please."

"I'll get you there. I promise."

As Declan's hand flies along my length, he lavishes kisses on my neck, passionate open-mouthed caresses. Our bodies tangle, our sweat mingles, our hearts hammer in tandem, all while he whispers filthy nothings in my ear about coming inside me, making me his.

I'm already his. I've been his for a long time.

Pleasure annihilates me, and I shoot all over his hand and my stomach. With a savage grunt, my man goes wild in me, filling me up with his come, biting down on my neck before he lets go and roars out a deafening yes, fucking yes, yes, yes, yes.

It's the loudest Declan's ever been, and that's saying something.

He's right. It gets better every single time.

Because it's sex, but it's also love and trust and hope. And it's how we show each other just how far and deep we can go.

As Declan wraps his strong arms around me, he holds me close, sighing happily. We don't need words right now. We can talk without them, and I know we're both feeling the same thing.

This is forever.

A few minutes later, we get in the shower to clean up. I'm still in that state of exhausted bliss as he runs soap up and down my body. "I like getting you dirty. I like getting you clean. I like when you let me into your body and your mind," Declan tells me.

That's the other thing—sex is intimacy in every way. It brings us closer each time. "I want you there in every way," I say as he washes me.

When we're out, I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, and make an announcement. "I'm really hungry."

"Want me to make you a sandwich?"

"I do."

In the kitchen, he whips out a skillet, butter, some Gouda cheese, and a couple orange and yellow peppers. He cooks with more finesse than I've ever seen him manage in the kitchen. Soon, he serves up a perfectly oozy, yummy sandwich that we share over the kitchen counter, both wearing nothing but towels wrapped around our waists.

"This is kind of both sexy and domestic," I observe.

"Sounds like us," he adds.

"You're better in the kitchen than I thought."

"Mom loved to make sandwiches. She taught me how."

"I like your mom," I say.

Declan laughs around a bite, then finishes it and says, "Me too."

This seems like a good moment to let him into my mind. If he wants to know all of me, I'm going to keep showing him. Because I know this man. I have a good feeling that he needs what I can give him. Faith in him. The faith I hope he'll have in himself. "You know, Deck, you're more like her than your dad."

With a grin he asks, "You think so?"

"She's amazing. So are you. She's a great role model," I say, with none of the trepidation that I felt in the car a month ago. With none of the nerves. He knows what I want. I'm not afraid to let him know I still want a family, and that I have enough faith for the two of us. "Just think about that, Deck."

He sets down the sandwich, reaches for my hand, threads our fingers together. "I am thinking about it. I promise. Don't take my silence for a no."

I smile as Declan kisses me. I won't take it for a no. But it's not a yes either.