Page 134 of Breakaway Goals

“Drink your coffee,” Morgan said mildly.

“Itissweet that you came back this morning,” Hayes said, picking up his own cup. Sipping it, feeling the warmth flood him when he realized it was made perfectly.

If you’d asked him a month ago if Morgan Reynolds would be a good boyfriend, he’d have laughed and said no fucking way. But he was.

Other than the fact he kept refusing to fuck Hayes.

Morgan drummed his fingers against the countertop. “You’re welcome.”

“In case I haven’t said it, you trying to be romantic isalsosweet,” Hayes said.

Morgan huffed out a laugh. “Then why do you keep going for my dick?”

“Oh, baby, you know why.”

“And you know why I gotta stop you.” Morgan’s face did something complicated. Hayes probably knew him better than anyone else, even after all this time, and he still couldn’t figure out whatthatlook meant. Morgan could be a prickly, difficult creature, but that was okay, because he wasHayes’ creature.

“Supposedly,” Hayes said, pouting. “What’s it gonna take? I promise you, baby, I didn’t mean it. Idon’tmean it, now. You wanna love me and romance me. I get it. But I also want you to hit it,desperately.”

Because Morgan was apparently determined to discover if you could die from blue balls, he changed the subject. “You’re home in two days?”

“Yeah,” Hayes said, nodding.

“Text me when you’ve landed, alright?” Morgan asked casually.

“Baby, you know I’m gonna be texting you all the time.” He was also planning on sending at least one picture that, if it was as effective as Hayes hoped, might soften Morgan’s determination to keep their relationship PG.

“I hope so,” Morgan said, smirking a little smugly. “I know how it can be on the road.”

He would, and clearly they had disliked the same parts of it, because just having these little intimate moments in between games and practices and flights, moments when he’d normally have been alone, was something Hayes could get used to.

“You’re actually a really great boyfriend.” He hadn’t really meant to say it. After all, Morgan was making the effort now, to prove he could be better. What would it be like in six months? In a year? In three?

Would Morgan still be texting him first thing so he never had to get out of bed alone? Bringing him coffee? Grabbing lunch? Meeting up at the gym? Late night dinners, where Morgan didn’t even mind if Hayes was so tired he didn’t want to talk, just rested his head on his shoulder?

Hayes hoped he would.

Honestly, Hayes hoped it would be even better than the last few weeks had been.

“What am I always telling you, angel? You deserve it. Every single bit of it,” Morgan said. His gaze had been warm, but now, it heated up.

And when Hayes rounded the island and set his cup down, kissing him hard and deep and insistent, Morgan didn’t pull away. Didn’t shift his hips away when Hayes rubbed his cock against his thigh.

Yes,Hayes thought, tasting the coffee on Morgan’s tongue and beginning to tug him in the direction of the living room. If he detoured them to the bedroom, Morgan might change his mind, and at this point, Hayes wasn’t picky.

“Hey, hey,” Morgan said, lifting his mouth off Hayes before they collapsed together onto the couch. “Not this morning.”

“Why?” Hayes wanted to believe he was above whining about it, but he wasn’t.

Morgan’s gaze darkened, sweeping over Hayes’ bare chest, his ratty old basketball shorts. He’d definitely looked hotter, better. He’d even looked hotter and better in the last two weeks for sure. “Because you have to get on a plane and we don’t have enough time for what I want to do to you. Wanna keep you in bed for a week.”

Hayes flopped, alone, onto the couch. “I take it back. You’re the worst.”

Morgan grinned down at him, hands braced on the back cushions as he gave Hayes a series of too-brief pecks on the mouth. “No, you don’t. You think I’m thebest, you just said so.”

“Well, don’t be so smug about it then,” Hayes complained. But he couldn’t stop smiling, even as Morgan kissed him.

“You love it when I’m smug about it,” Morgan pointed out, still smiling.