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Sloan sighs. “If anymore funny business happens with Tessa tonight, I can’t promise I won’t jackoff to it.”

Hayes actually smirks. He kisses the corner of my lips, and I’m so comfortable right next to him that I close my eyes, letting myself drift off immediately. So many things went down today. Ryan…Lake…but somehow, none of that seems to matter when sleeping curled up next to Hayes.

29

What I don’t expect when I wake up is the massive hard-on pressing into my back. I blink awake. Hayes doesn’t stir, so I know he’s not even aware of it, which makes me smile into the pillow. I lift my head carefully. Sloan and Alec are still asleep, too. Both of them look peaceful, the bruising that’s starting to appear on their handsome faces a juxtaposition to the cherub-like faces as they’re lost in a dream world. I’m glad it’s Sunday. I don’t have to worry about basketball today, but more than that, neither do they. Their fists need to heal, and maybe some of their cuts and bruises will go down, so that they don’t have to explain anything to anyone. The fact that the cops didn’t show up last night is promising. It means they probably won’t be, so at least the Ballers are out of the woods on that front.

Now, the guy’s car they borrowed? That’s another story. I flip on the bed until I’m staring up at the ceiling. Lake’s addicted to pain killers. I can’t even remember him being injured recently, not that I would’ve heard when I was at Broadwell. No, this has to be at least a year old or more. No wonder why he’s such a fucking prick all the time. Isn’t that one of the side effects of drug usage? Massive assholery.

Regardless of that, when he said he hated me yesterday, it wasn’t the drugs or the alcohol talking. No, that came from his core. Something that still baffles me, but I know my guys won’t ever give me the answers I want. Some of what they’ve done makes sense now. They were trying to help Lake. They probably didn’t want him to go back to the pills if he was in fact staying off them recently.

Hayes stirs. His hand lifts and rests on my stomach. I slept in my jeans, something that didn’t prove to be very comfortable. Right now, however, the shirt I have on is halfway up my stomach. Hayes’s palm glides over my bare skin.

I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are bright this morning, like sapphire chips glistening in the noon sunlight. “What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

Reaching out, I trace my fingertips over his cheeks. I don’t want to bring Lake up this early in the morning, and honestly, I’m not sure if I should. He’s obviously dealing with his own demons. And just when I had myself convinced I should make that bet with him. Then again, if I made a bet with him about MVP, maybe he’d get off the drugs. He’d have to if he wanted to beat me.

Hayes’s fingers press into my lower lip. “You’re not going to tell me?”

I smile. “Nothing important.”

“I know that’s a lie. You have that fierce look on your face, and I know Tessa Dale doesn’t think about trivial things.”

His hand traces lower, dipping just under the tops of my jeans. He makes my heart stagger inside my chest.

“Is this okay?”

I gulp and nod. As soon as I do so, the part of his fingers I can’t see any more trace the top of my panties. My breath comes to a grinding halt. His other hand deftly maneuvers the button on my jeans through the buttonhole. Still keeping his gaze locked on mine, he lowers the zipper.

I bite my lip.

“That’s so sexy,” he breathes. He leans over and captures my swollen lips in his, all the while sneaking his hand lower and lower until they scoop under the lace and he cups me. I moan into his mouth, but he swallows it up. He keeps his lips on me, kissing a languid rhythm that matches his finger strokes once he pushes inside. My hips come off the bed, but his kiss doesn’t let up. Any moans or whispers my body is begging me to make are all caught up inside Hayes now as he works his finger in and out of me. Of all the things I’ve done with any one of them, this feels the most intimate. Hayes is trying. I think if I asked him to stop being friends with Lake, he would. I won’t. I don’t ever want to be like that. Maybe if Lake gets off the Oxy, we can coexist.

He curls his finger, and I gasp into his mouth. His tongue glides over mine, and he presses his dick into my thigh. I reach down to cup him and his kiss falters for a moment before he continues ravaging me.

Hayes is fucking huge. As I wrap my fingers around him, I wonder at the logistics of fitting him inside me eventually. Maybe not now…

His thumb presses on my nub.

Or now.

I try to turn on my side, but Hayes holds me in place. His finger moves faster. I’m so caught up in his movements that all I can do is clasp his dick in a tight fist. My high builds and builds. I know I’m going to come soon. Hayes must realize it too because he deepens the kiss. I cling to his shoulders with my free hand, my nails sinking into his skin as I ride his finger. Sparks fly in front of my eyes as I constrict over his finger, sending me blissfully over the edge.

His finger slows as my body comes back down. He finally lets me break away, and I almost gasp as I try to rake in air that my chest so desperately needs. “That was evil,” I tell him.

He pushes hair back from my face. “I didn’t want an audience.” When I raise my eyebrows at him, he says, “I didn’t want to wait either.”

I give him a smile. He pulls his fingers out of me, rearranges my pants back as they should be, and leaves his hand on my stomach like he had it when we started. A sleep-mussed Hayes is a gorgeous Hayes. His dirty blond hair is wild about him and the blue in his eyes, either excited from what we just did or from just waking up, is intoxicating. Seeing as I still have my hand on his hard cock, I start to stroke him. Immediately, he entwines our fingers and pulls me away. “I won’t be able to keep quiet, Tessa.” He leans over and kisses me on the nose.

“Not fair,” I tell him. “You tortured me.”

A smile plays over his lips. “You call that torture?”

“I call that one hell of a way to wake up.”

His gaze burns into mine. The way he looks at me leaves me with no uncertainty of his feelings for me. “If only they weren’t here,” Hayes says, raking his gaze down my body.

Wherever he looks, heat pricks start. It makes my mind go there, and I guess Hayes is thinking the same thing because he asks, “Have you had sex before, Tessa?”

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