4. Declan

This is the best way to come home.

Knowing Grant's here.

Knowing I'll get to see him, feel him, be near him in a few more seconds.

My pulse surges, and I buzz with anticipation.

I close the front door behind me with a soft click. Dropping my bag in the foyer, I toss my ball cap on the entryway table, toe off my shoes, then pad quietly upstairs.

It's past one in the morning, thanks to a delayed flight. The house is quiet, full of that welcoming stillness that night and sleep bring to a home. It's dark, save for the gentle glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window at the top of the stairs, and I leave the lights off since I don't want to wake Grant. Sometimes he rouses anyway, murmuring my name in that gravelly voice of his. But there is no sound from our bedroom.

When I go in, my heart both beats faster and settles down. It always settles when I see him. He is my calm.

After fourteen long days away, he's what I want to return to.

Sound asleep and impossibly sexy, he lies flat on his stomach, the sheet resting at the top of his ass, giving me a fantastic view of his muscular back, his powerful shoulders, his huge biceps.

His hands are splayed above his head, and his face rests on the pillow. His breath rises and falls in the undulating rhythm of sleep.

A rumble of admiration escapes my lips as I sweep my gaze over my man. I could stare at him like this, my mouth watering, but I'd rather curl up against him, stat. I head to the bathroom and get ready for bed without any fuss, happy to see Grant's still sound asleep when I lift the edge of the covers and slide into bed.

This is the best thing ever. Him.

Just him.

To be able to come home to Grant Blackwood makes me set aside all my apprehensions about dancing. Once I see him, I only want to give him everything he deserves.

If he wants dancing, I'll do it.

I can't resist pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

I inhale deeply, breathing in that scent I've missed terribly for the last two weeks. He smells like sex and love and home and happiness.

He stirs, a soft murmur falling from his lips.

"Go back to sleep, babe," I whisper.

Grant moans softly, shifting to his side, reaching an arm behind him to hunt for my hand and pull it around his waist. As he wraps my palm around his hard cock, I groan, the sound of my desire filling the quiet night air.

"Welcome back," he whispers.

"Best greeting ever," I say, giving him a nice, firm stroke.

He turns so he's on his back, his thick cock jutting straight up. "I'm not going back to sleep now."

"Well, hello to me," I say, with an appreciative whistle as I check out his erection.

"That's just from you kissing my neck."

A tremble skims down my spine. "Kissing you gets me so fucking turned on, babe. Nothing in the world arouses me like this."

I indulge in a few more slow, luxurious strokes of his hot, hard flesh. Soon, he's rocking his hips, murmuring for me to keep going, his mouth asking for my lips. I've never denied Grant's kisses, and I'm not going to start now. I drop my lips onto his mouth, drawing out a throaty purr as my idle fondling picks up pace and intent.

I grip him harder, move a little faster. His moans fall in quick, harsh pants. His breath shallows out in a shudder as I revel in one long, tantalizing stroke, squeezing the head of his cock, pushing out a drop of liquid arousal.

Grant's blue eyes lock with mine. "Taste me," he instructs.

I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it, my eyes rolling back in my head as I take a hit of my favorite drug. "Love the way you taste."

Then I spit in my palm and return to his cock.

As I wrap my hand tightly around him, he gasps, a feral noise that turns into a lingering groan, that has me stroking him faster still, reading his cues, twisting my hand in a quick and dirty rhythm, the way Grant likes it when he needs to get off.

I love knowing that. I love being able to read his wants, his needs—to tell from his eyes, from his breath, from the way he clenches his jaw, that my man needs the release only I can give him. The pleasure that I bring his way.

I know it from the way he pushes his head back in the pillow and rasps out a yesssss.

My man needs to come, and I can get him there.

I bring my hand to my mouth once more, lube it up with more of my saliva, then return to his pulsing flesh, shuttling up and down his length as he bucks his hips. "Kiss me and jerk me," he begs.

Grant is the best beggar ever.

He's so damn sexy as he pleads for what he wants. I return my lips to his mouth so I can devour him, sucking on his tongue, savoring his heady, delicious taste as I jerk him harder, faster.

He wraps an arm around my head, curling his big hand around my skull, keeping me close to him. His hips rock and thrust while my other hand travels down to his balls, caressing them and then giving him a little bit of manhandling, the way he likes it. A twist of my wrist, a tug of my palm. A deep, hot, passionate kiss that's full of fire and the mad fury of our love.

Then he's losing control, panting against my lips as he unloads his release all over my hand.

Jerking. Grunting. Shaking.

As soon as he's done, I bring my hand to my mouth, lick his orgasm off my palm. "You taste so good," I murmur.

"Makes me want to taste you coming right now." He pats his chest, his tone all raspy and demanding. "Get up here."

I grab the small towel we keep on the nightstand—ever prepared—and wipe my hand before I climb over him, straddling his shoulders to park my knees on either side of his gorgeous face. I run my hand over his hair, threading my fingers through his golden strands. My God, he is so beautiful, so sexy. Sometimes, I can't believe he's mine. Boyfriend lottery, indeed.

I nudge his lips with my dick, encouraging him to lick the tip. Grant flicks his tongue over the head, and I suck in a harsh breath at that delicious, mind-bending touch. Dragging a hand down my length, I decide to get a little dirty, and I smack his face with my cock.

His eyes light up, his blue irises twinkling with wicked excitement. "Do that again," he tells me.

Holding my cock, I offer him the tip once more, and he takes it, swirling his tongue over the head, looking utterly enrapt. Shuddering, I slide my dick from his mouth, then up along his face, over his cheek, covering his eye.

Slapping Grant again, then stopping to admire the filthy view of my dick on his face. "So fucking hot."

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," he taunts.

That invitation sends a hot current down my spine.

We have fun with our photo and video kink. We've sent each other our fair share of dick pics and solo dirty videos. But we've never made a movie of the two of us. The prospect of snapping a picture of us or shooting a film sends a jolt of adrenaline that burns me up from head to toe.

But I need to make absolutely certain he wants that. "Are you sure, babe?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Grant says in a needy growl, then reaches for the nightstand, grabs his phone, shoves it at me. "I want to see what we look like. Take a video of you feeding me your cock."

If I make it through the next few minutes, I will. But I might incinerate from the heat of his request, the erotic allure of capturing our passion on camera. My cock leaks at the prospect of shooting a naughty film.

The evidence of my arousal makes my boyfriend growl, bite his lip, and stick out his tongue, asking for more. I sweep the tip of my dick across his tongue, my whole body shaking from lust.

"Turn on the camera, Deck," he tells me, all alpha and commanding. "Turn it on now and make a video of us."

Electricity crackles along my nerve endings as I tap the camera and click on the video with shaky, excited fingers. Panting hard, I manage to get it steady despite the pounding lust, then I hit record as I slide my cock along his face.

He opens wide, and I move to his lips so the head of my cock pays a visit to the warm paradise of his mouth. My body twitches with pleasure while I feed Grant my cock, inch by inch—capturing it on video as I go.

He takes me nice and slow, relaxing his throat, letting me into his mouth all the way. His palms curl around my ass, gripping my cheeks.

With the phone in my left hand, I record every filthy second. I might detonate from the heady, erotic sight of Grant Blackwood deep throating me.

His eyes urge me on, say keep going.

I let out a hot breath. "Oh fuck..."

Grant's eyes blaze with fire. His hands squeeze me harder.

We become a feedback loop of sensations.

Groans. Thrusts. Scents. Touch. Lust.

Every single thing we're doing turns me on. Every second heats me more. Then the pleasure kicks up another hundred degrees as I stare through the screen, imagining watching this again later with him. Reliving it. Hearing us, seeing us.

I'm so fucking aroused, I grunt out a needy yes, babe, yes.

Grant sucks me harder, flicking his tongue along my shaft as pleasure rips through me. It's not going to take long. Not long at all.

As he holds my ass tight, I shudder in anticipation of the ecstasy.

"Gonna come soon, babe," I warn as I record his face, my dick, our filthy love.

I barely move, just delighting in the absolute hotness of my cock hitting the back of his throat and him sucking my shaft like it's a long, hard piece of candy.

As my orgasm nears, I ease out, lust rocketing through my body. "Want to come on your tongue. Want to see it." Gripping my cock with my free hand, I slide my fist up and down my length, over the head, while Grant stares hotly.

A tremble rushes over my skin. "You get me so fucking hard. You turn me on so fucking much."

"Then give it to me," he says, offering his tongue right as my orgasm coils tight then blasts through me, pleasure hammering in every goddamn cell. I squeeze the crown of my cock, hot jets of come landing on my lover's tongue.

Pleasure takes me hostage. My vision blurs at the sight.

From the erotic image I'm capturing on his phone.

From Grant's groans, sounding like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.

As he shudders beneath me, he licks his lips, swallows me down, then lets out the most fantastic sound of culinary delight.

My man looks like he's never tasted anything better.

Tingles spread through me. I hit stop, drop the phone on the bed, then fall down over him.

I nuzzle his neck. "That was so fucking hot, babe."

"Tomorrow, I want to watch it while we fuck," he whispers.

"Consider it a deal." I clasp him tighter, wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders, loving his safe embrace. "Missed you like crazy."

Grant brings me close too, our limbs tangled together, our hearts pressed against each other. The thump-thump of mine beats in tandem with the thunder of his.

I hug him harder, then whisper in his ear, "Love you so much, rookie."

"Love you too, Deck."

Yeah, I'll pretty much do anything he asks.

Love is powerful like that.