“Hey, babe,” Grant said as he walked up to me. “What’s that?” The other guys stood around apparently wondering the same thing.

“I, uh…” I began. I hadn’t expected an audience. “I brought you something.”

“The only thing girl’s ever bring Grant is pu**y,” Vin said under his breath.

McAvoy smacked him across the back of the head. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Grant took the box from my hands. His smile grew tenfold when he opened it up. “Cupcakes.”

“German chocolate. Your favorite.”

I knew I was blushing hard, but the look on his face was worth it.

“I don’t think you can f**k cupcakes,” Vin said loud enough for me to hear that time.

“Then, I guess you don’t want one,” I snapped right back.

“Wait…” Vin said, trying to correct himself to get a cupcake.

All three guys busted out laughing in unison.

Vin glared at them. “Shut the f**k up, ass**les!”

“You walked right into that,” Miller said.

“Who said I was going to share anyway?” Grant asked.

He slid the box under one arm and his other around me. My world spun. He was talking about more than just the cupcakes.

Grant devoured four cupcakes before we even made it to the concert I was taking him to. It wasn’t even a far drive. I didn’t think he’d said anything the whole trip besides mostly moans and groans about how good they were. I guessed the key to a man’s heart really was through his stomach.

When I pulled up to the concert venue, Grant’s eyes narrowed. “You’re taking me to a show?”

I giggled. Oh my God, Grant McDermott makes me giggle. “I thought you would want to see what music I like.”

He hopped out of the car eagerly, and before I could walk two feet, he covered my mouth with his. His hands were on either side of my face while my fingers played with the dog tags that were perpetually around his neck. He broke away first, which was unusual. His eyes searched my face, and then he kissed the tip of my nose.

“What was that for?” I asked a little breathlessly.

“Music speaks to my soul.”

“So do cupcakes apparently.”

He smirked. “I can see how you have an unfair advantage at this date thing. You’re way better at it than me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “No way.”

“You have more practice.” He leaned in really close to me. “I can’t wait to show you the things I have more practice with.”

The concert couldn’t have gone on for a second longer with the heat building between us all evening.

Once we were back at his place, we couldn’t get out of my car and up the stairs fast enough. I’d never felt this blind lust before. It was both terrifying and exciting. I couldn’t decide which feeling was more overpowering. I tried to tell myself to stop overanalyzing every emotion hitting my body and just enjoy being.

Grant had the door to his bedroom closed and me laid out on his bed in a split second. My jeans hit the floor, and my underwear followed. He wasn’t wasting any time. My body shook beneath him. I knew that we’d done this before, but my mind kept skipping several steps ahead. Was I ready for that?

When he started kissing down my stomach, my brain shut off. His breath landed hot on my opening, and he started licking and sucking me in ways that had me writhing beneath him. Damn, he’s good at that.

His fingers slid inside me, and I squeezed my eyes tighter until the pressure lessened. Then, he was moving in and out of me, and my breathing became labored. Everything felt like it was vibrating, like I was unraveling from the inside out, and I didn’t even know what to focus on.

“Ari,” Grant murmured, glancing up at me, “you’re close.”

I grappled with the sheets and tried to hold off the intensity building inside me.

Holy f**k!

“Just let go, babe.”

Let go of what?

Oh my God. His mouth. His fingers. Him.

My body pulsed as I felt something rush through me all at once. My back arched slightly, and I just let go.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Grant groaned.

I gingerly peeled my eyes open and saw he was staring at me. I knew I should reciprocate. I wasn’t sure I could hold off on him having sex with me if I didn’t. I felt incredible, and really he deserved to as well.

“Grant…” I whispered.

“Ari, I know. You’re not going to have sex with me.” He chuckled humorlessly, standing up.

I sat up, reached out, and touched his jeans hesitantly. “I thought, um…that is, if you want…maybe we could try something else.”

Grant’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “What do you have in mind?”

I turned crimson from head to toe. My hand slid up his leg, and over his dick. He looked at me like I’d just offered him the world. Maybe I had?

“Yes, whatever you want, yes.”

I laughed lightly. He was so eager, and I was so hesitant. What a pair.

As if seeing my uncertainty, he stood and stripped out of his jeans and the navy blue boxer briefs that apparently had held him in very tightly. My eyes bugged, and I tried to hide that fact. He was tall, and the correlation between that and size meant something…but damn.

He extended his hand to me and then scooted me off the bed. His lips found mine softly. “Calm down.”

He placed my hand on his dick, and with a breath, I started gliding it up and down the length of him. A groan escaped him at my touch. I couldn’t keep a smile from tugging on my lips.

“Like this,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around my small hand.

I gripped him harder and kept pumping. As I watched him, I couldn’t help licking my lips. He was so unabashedly sexual.

Grant ran a finger against my bottom lip. “You keep licking those lips, Ari, and I’m going to want them around my cock.”

I took a deep breath and then sank to my knees. I thought he stopped breathing. I could do this. I’d done it before. I’d done it at times when I didn’t even want to. But I wanted to do this for Grant.

My lips wrapped around the head, and then I slowly took more of him into my mouth. Grant pushed farther in, and I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. My eye instantly watered, and I closed them to blink the tears away as I quickly retreated. Yeah, I pretty much feel like an idiot.