Dressed comfortably in a royal-blue hoodie, black athletic pants, and a pair of white Converse high tops—not exactly the most appropriate hiking shoes—Grady looks stunning standing on this lookout. His camera hangs around his neck by the black leather strap, and every few moments, he’ll bring it up to his face and snap a few pictures. His hair is wild and tousled from not messing with it before we left the hotel, and I’m dying to run my hands through it, but I use some restraint because he looks so happy in his element.
Letting the camera hang, he turns to face me, a wide, toothy grin fixed on his face as he holds his hand out. I take it, letting him pull me closer, where he kisses me long and slow. “Thank you for letting me drag you up here with me,” he breathes against my mouth. “I know you’re tired, but this means a lot.”
I smile before pressing my lips to his for another kiss. “It’s worth it seeing how excited you are.”
Grady takes a step back, eyes glinting as he brings the camera up, aiming it at me. I can’t help the faint laughter that escapes when I hear the sound of the shutter taking the photo. I’ve always been weird about my picture being taken, which I know is silly given how in the public eye I am with my career, and how frequently I’m photographed, but I kind of like getting to see myself through Grady’s eyes.
“Let me take some of you,” I murmur as I reach for the camera.
He snorts. “No way.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like being on the other end of the camera,” he says shyly, and it makes me smile. “It’s… I don’t know.”
Bringing my hand up to his face, I cup his cheek, my chest squeezing when he leans into the touch. “Teach me how to use it,” I say. “And let me show you how I see you.”
Something soft and affectionate passes through his gaze at my words. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and when he swallows, his Adam’s apple rolls in his throat. But then he nods wordlessly, removing the strap from around his neck, and he hands it to me. When I take it from him, our fingers brush, and a shot of electricity passes between us. Grady gives me a brief tutorial on camera etiquette, and then gets all nervous when I try to take his picture. It’s adorable.
“You’re being weird.” I laugh. “Go look out at the sunrise.”
Brows knitting together, Grady huffs out a chuckle. “You’re being weird,” he tosses back, but he does as I ask and, in my very humble opinion, I think I’m able to snap some pretty great shots of him.
Glancing at the screen on the camera before peering over at Grady, I understand it now. The satisfaction that comes from capturing someone this way. Getting to show the world—or at the very least, show Grady—how he’s seen through my eyes. I take several more, really getting carried away with it, before he finally huffs out a laugh.
“Alright, that’s enough of that.” I can’t help but laugh at the furrow in his brow as he reaches for the camera. “I think I’ll stay on this side of the camera from now on,” he grumbles, sliding the leather strap around his head again before flashing me a satisfied grin.
We don’t stay there for long, but the time we do spend there is nice. It’s carefree and fun, and being able to enjoy something as simple as a sunrise with him is something I didn’t even know I needed before now.
On our way back into town, we stop and grab breakfast smoothies before going back to the hotel. Back in the room, weboth strip down, racing to the bathroom, where we turn on the shower and climb inside. The hike worked up quite a sweat, and now all I want is to get simultaneously clean and dirty with Grady.
Water streams down his body as he peers up at me, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s just such a beautiful person, inside and out. It’s crazy to think how we got here, and how this time last year I had no clue this side of me even existed. Now, I can’t imagine it being any other way. I lean in and kiss Grady, pouring everything into this kiss. By the time we turn the faucet off and climb out, we’re both hard and wound up, and I’m dying to get my hands on him.
“I have an idea,” I murmur as soon as we make it out of the bathroom.
Grady turns, watching me with amusement. “And what’s that?”
I grab the camera that’s sitting on the dresser, holding it up as I smirk. “How about I take some pictures of us.”
A sly grin quirks his lips as he tilts his head to the side. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Tongue poking the inside of my cheek, I nod.
Heat flares in Grady’s eyes. “What a dirty boy you are, Daddy Boone,” he teases.
My cock gives an appreciative twitch at the filthy nickname. “What do you say?”
Grady’s gaze flits over to the corner of the room for a moment before a mischievous expression takes over his face. “I say,” he starts, crossing the room over to the chair in the corner. Picking up my cowboy hat, he places it on his head. “We do a little switch-a-roo.”
Standing before me in nothing more than my hat, he’s a fucking sight. Cock hard and jutting out, he reaches down and strokes himself once…twice…three times before letting out achest-deep groan, head falling back, all while his eyes remain locked with mine.
“What do you say,baby?” His voice is husky as it washes over me like molten lava. “Wanna do a little role switch with me?”
My stomach somersaults at the desire radiating off of him. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Grady closes the distance in three long strides, coming to a stop directly in front of me. Peering up at me, lust and need shining bright in his heavy-hooded eyes, he smirks, wrapping a hand around my hard, heavy length, and pumping a few times. Nice and slow. “I mean,” he says, voice hushed and throaty, “that I want to fuck you this time.”
My throat tightens and my heart thumps heavily in my chest.Holy fuck.Do I want that? It’s definitely been something I’ve thought about. Something I’ve been curious about. And I can’t deny the thrill the idea sends through me.
