Page 104 of Breakaway Goals

Pushed him down onto the bed.

Having his whole body covered by Morgan’s had felt fucking unreal. But climbing onto him, perching on those incredible thighs, getting to see his face as he gazed at Hayes? That was resolve-melting.

He was right back atanything Morgan wants, he can have.

“Shit, baby, you look so good. Like . . .” Morgan gusted out a sigh. Sounding in awe or something very like it. It made Hayes’ dick twitch. His heart clench. “Like an angel, right here for me.”

“Yeah?” Hayes wiggled on his cock, feeling it hard and eager beneath him.

“God, so good. So beautiful. Imagined you like this. Feel heavenly. Look even better. Better than I could’ve thought. Meant it. A fucking angel.”

It was overwhelming. Hayes rucked up Morgan’s T-shirt and pressed a palm against his abs, his ribs. Wiggling harder. He was going to end up coming against Morgan’s shorts, when that wasn’t what he wanted. But if Morgan kept running his mouth, his dirty talk so unbelievably hot and unexpectedly romantic, he wasn’t going to end up having a choice.

“Want you just like this.” The words slipped out of Hayes’ mouth like a prayer. So serious. Too serious, probably.

But it was impossible to consider the implications of that right now. Not when Morgan was settling one hand on his hip and the other was gripping his cock. Giving it a much-needed twist of his wrist.

“Fuck, so good,” Morgan had the nerve to say. Like he was the one getting touched. The one getting dragged to the edge.

“Want you to be naked,” Hayes said and tried to shove Morgan’s pants off without even bothering to get off his lap.

It was hard and more than a little frustrating and Morgan kept half-laughing, half-marveling at him as he did it.

But then he let out a solid moan when Hayes had finally accomplished it, leaning forward, pressing his mouth against Morgan’s collarbone and then lifting his head to meet his mouth.

Their cocks brushed, precome making the slide a little easier, and Hayes swallowed Morgan’s groan.

“Need to see you,” Morgan begged against his mouth. “Let me see you, angel. Gonna come, just watching you like this.”

The sex they’d had in Toronto had been hesitant, initially, but still hot. Hot enough to think about six years later. But this was a whole other level of honest mixed with a good dose of unhinged insanity, and Hayes’ head was spinning with it.

Hayes propped himself up again, missing Morgan’s mouth but this was good too. Not just to see Morgan’s face, no longer just in his head, but inreality, but more because of the way Morgan looked at him. Like all the polite indifference he’d worn since arriving in Tampa had been stripped away, and what Hayes was seeing in his eyes was how he really felt.

That look was almost enough to get Hayes all the way there. Then Morgan reached up and spit in his hand, and wrapped it around both of their cocks, and Hayes groaned at the feel.

At the way the pleasure pulled him right under, sent him reeling.

He was so close.

Then Morgan reached up and kissed him hard, murmuring against his mouth, “So beautiful, angel,” and that was the last piece he’d been missing.

His orgasm hit him hard, and a second later, Morgan tensed underneath him, and they were practically coming together.

Morgan fell back onto the bed, white streaks of come decorating his partially exposed torso.

For a moment, Hayes just stared.

That had really happened.

He wasn’t in a dream. He was really sitting here, on Morgan’s thighs, and they’d just both come their brains out.

Morgan was staring too, like he couldn’t quite believe it either.

Hayes wondered if he was going to have to be the one to break the silence, but then Morgan opened his mouth. “I didn’t . . .” He trailed off.

Well, it was too much to hope for him to say something that meantanything.

“Didn’t what?”