Page 28 of Breakaway Goals
Once the realization crossed Hayes’ syrupy-slow brain, he found it increasingly difficult to stop himself from just humping Morgan’s thick, muscular thigh.
But he hadn’t confirmed yet that they were actually getting off. Morgan hadn’t made any moves to do anything but kiss him, even if he was kissing him as thoroughly as Hayes had been kissed inyears.
His hands were firm, wrapped around Hayes’ waist, and he hadn’t moved them an inch. They hadn’t drifted down, even to a PG-13-rated area, even though Hayes had been told multiple times that he had one of the best asses in hockey.
If all this was the world’s hottest make-out session—like surface of the sun, concrete in the middle of a Jersey summer kind of hot—then Hayes wasn’t going to complain about it.
Morgan made that tiny groan in the back of his throat again, like Hayes was unwinding him, one hot press of their mouths at a time, everything spit slick and intense, and then his lips slipped away, down his neck.
Before this moment, Hayes wouldn’t have said his neck was particularly sensitive, but he couldn’t help the long, liquid moan that left him when Morgan found the one spot that lit him up inside.
“God,” Morgan murmured roughly, “you’re so fucking hot.”
Hayes lost the fight with himself and pressed his cock more firmly against Morgan’s thigh even as Morgan sank his teeth into that spot. There’d probably be a mark there in the morning. Any other time, with any other guy, Hayes would be all up in his head about that, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit.
Not when it felt so goddamn good. Or maybe it was because Morgan’s hands had finally drifted lower and he was squeezing Hayes’ ass now, going straight from PG to X-rated.
Hayes dug his fingers into Morgan’s hair, dragging him back to his mouth, the kiss turning hot and filthy.
But even though Hayes was increasingly feeling like he was on a hair trigger, like he might just spontaneously come in his pants from how goddamn sexy Morgan was when he was growling under his breath, ten fingertips digging into his ass, tongue halfway down Hayes’ throat, a minute ticked by and then another where he didn’t escalate.
Hayes wasn’t precious; he’d been idling, waiting for the go-ahead, but if he didn’t dosomething,coming in his pants wasn’t just a possibility, it was an inevitability. And if he only got oneshot at Morgan Reynolds, he wanted to at leasttouchhis dick and maybe if he was really lucky, Morgan would reciprocate.
But clearly if he wasn’t the one pushing them forward, it wasn’t going to happen. Hayes couldn’t even be that surprised by it. Sure, Morgan was most definitely not having a gay freakout, but he was also new to this.
Hayes was not.
He slid a hand down from Morgan’s shoulders to his chest, to his abs, tucking it under his sweatshirt for a moment, feeling rather than hearing Morgan’s hiss as he touched bare skin.
Morgan leaned back a fraction, moving one hand from his ass to the bed, resting back against it. Hayes considered chasing his lips but decided maybe for this it was best if they weren’t actively eating each other’s faces off.
Then Hayes went lower, not touching anything, but definitely getting within the vicinity, watching as Morgan bit his bottom lip, hard. He knew if he went another inch over and another down, he’d find Morgan’s cock, throbbing and hard in his sweatpants. It would be so easy to ghost his palm over it and then slip his hand in. Touch him for real.
It was stupid to want Morgan toaskhim to do it. Wasn’t this more than he’d already hoped for, in any possible universe?
“What . . .” Morgan swallowed hard. “Are you . . .”
“Do you want me to?”
Morgan laughed, almost desperately. “Um,yeah. Definitely.”
There was nothing stopping Hayes now. He felt a tiny frisson of nerves—once he did this, there’d be no going back from it—but pushed them away as he skimmed his fingers lower, finding exactly what he’d hoped.
Morgan’s cock was thick and hard, pressing against the fabric, twitching as Hayes traced its outline.
“Please,” Morgan groaned.
Hayes shouldn’t let the sound go to his head, but it was impossible. “You want more?”
Morgan tipped his head back. Bit his lip again. It was like he’d bitten Hayes, and he was shocked by it and craving it, all the same.
Heat surged through Hayes, erasing the last of his doubts.
He was here and Morgan was here and he wanted him to touch him. It would be stupid to not do everything he wanted—or to at least start on the very long list.
Still, it was obvious Morgan wasn’t expecting it when Hayes sank to his knees in front of the bed, not only from the shocked arousal that crossed over his face but the little gasp he tried to muffle.
“Yeah?” Hayes asked, pausing as his fingers gripped the waistband of Morgan’s sweats but went no farther.
