Page 74 of Puck'n Bully
Playing a game of hockey is nothing short of being on a battlefield.
After I’m done with the dishes, I pour myself a steaming mug of coffee. The heady scent of the brew wafts into my nostrils, making me feel more awake.
Taking a sip, I walk out of the kitchen to find Hayden.
Entering the living room, I find him on the couch, sleeping.
Moving closer, I see that he’s sprawled on his stomach, one thick, muscular arm draped over the edge of the couch. His face is slightly turned toward me, his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. His chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm, telling me he’s in deep sleep.
An amused grin comes onto my lips.
“Are you a toddler?” I murmur, moving closer to the couch. “All you need is a full belly and a nap to look like a freaking angel.” Kneeling by the couch, I let myself take a closer look at him.
Unlike last night, a peaceful expression spreads on Hayden’s face.
I gently press my hand to his forehead. The cool skin underneath my palm sends a sliver of relief through me. He’s no longer feverish.
He also had a healthy appetite this morning. Despite the bruises still marring his body, Hayden’s going to be fine. He just needs to eat well and rest.
My heart starts pounding against my chest as I continue looking at him.
Hayden is so damn beautiful. My fingers twitch as something hot and unbearable builds in my chest. Unable to resist, I reach out with a gentle finger and trace the strong lines of his jaw.
I tried so damn hard to resist him but he managed to get under my skin. His actions pierced deep into my heart, leaving me wounded and bloodied, but I still couldn’t stop crushing over him.
I’d sworn to stay away from him. I convinced myself it was for the best, that Hayden would never be ready to accept himself and be open about our relationship.
And yet, here I am. Watching him sleep like a creep and touching him while he’s unaware of my presence.
I don’t want to be away from him. Ilikehaving him close to me. I like having himallto myself.
I lean closer to Hayden, tracing the shape of his lips with my finger as memories of our heated kisses rise in my mind. These same lips were wrapped around my cock, sucking and licking...
My pulse races. His lips feel so soft and warm underneath my finger that it’s becoming hard to breathe properly.
I lean closer, feeling his warm breath fanning over my face. Slowly, I touch his hair, feeling the softness of his raven strands.
Hayden sighs.
My hand pauses, hovering over his hair as I glance at him.
Hayden’s silvery eyes are open. A dark intensity gathers in them as he stares right back at me.
I go still, freezing like a deer caught in bright headlights.
A heartbeat passes.
I’m about to scramble away from Hayden but he suddenly grabs my hand.
A gasp escapes me as Hayden pulls me against him. He’s so damn strong, I find myself sprawled on top of him. Before I can move away, he crashes his lips against mine in a heated kiss.
Hayden kisses me, like he’s been starving for my lips forever. His arms snake around me, keeping me pressed against his hard body, making sure I can’t escape. Pouring all his emotions into the kiss, he wordlessly tells me he’ll never let go of me.
Heat unfurls deep in my belly, making me melt against him.
Hayden’s hands slip under my shirt. His hot palms trail all over my waist before sliding up my back.
I grow hard. Kissing him back with the same intensity, I grip his shoulders and—
