Page 144 of Breakaway Goals

Morgan didn’t bother even answering that. He just wrapped a big hand around Hayes’ hip, warmth leaking through all his layers, and said, “Yeah, let’s go home.”

Hayes didn’t need a second invitation.

“Fuck, you look fucking amazing like this.” Hayes might’ve been embarrassed at how overwhelmed he sounded, but he had a feeling this had been Morgan’s plan the whole time.

He was definitely the kind of guy who topped from the bottom and Hayes wasn’t even annoyed about it. In fact, every single bit of it was so fucking hot, Hayes felt like he was trembling.

He had Morgan on his hands and knees on the bed, jersey still on,Montgomerystill plastered across his back, the eighty-six going blurry in his vision every so often until he blinked hard.

One hand pinned Morgan’s hip and the other, two fingers slick and deep inside of him as Morgan pushed back, demanding and eager.

This was the first time they were doing this—though Morgan had told Hayes he’d done it to himself a number of times. Which . . .that was something they were going to have to discuss, and Hayes was going to have towitness, when he didn’t feel like he was already going hazy around the edges with desire.

“Come on,” Morgan ordered. “Give me another one.”

Hayes screwed his fingers in hard and fast, finding the spot that kept making Morgan squirm. “So pushy,” he murmured, leaning over and brushing his lips against Morgan’s neck, right above the jersey. “You’d wonder who you actually belong to.”

“You.You.” Anyone else would sound soft about that, but Morgan only sounded more arrogant than ever. Like Hayes owning him only made him stronger. More powerful. Moreeverything.

Honestly, that was hot too. How could Hayesnotgive him a third finger after that?

By the time he finished getting Morgan loose enough, he was so hard. Dizzy with the desire to just shove in and fuck Morgan until he was reduced to only two words.Angelandplease.

But he held back. Pushing his fingers in deeper. Making Morgan cry out. Pushing him close to the edge, until Morgan was nearly shaking with it.

“I’m gonna—you can’t.God.” Morgan begged about as well as he did everything else. It was one of the sexiest things, if notthesexiest thing, that Hayes had ever heard.

“You’re not gonna come until I do,” Hayes told him.

Morgan groaned again.

Hayes pulled his fingers out finally and slicked up his cock, sliding it in one hard push.

He’d been sure Morgan could take it. And he could. There’d been no resistance, only Morgan’s body opening up to him like he’d been born to take him.

But Morgan dropped down to his elbows, panting with it.

“Shit, baby, you okay?” Hayes asked, leaning in when his balls brushed against Morgan’s ass.

“Fine,fine. God if you don’t fuck me now, angel, I’m gonna—”

“I got you,” Hayes said, relief and new desire pumping through him.

He pulled back and thrust hard, caution and restraint going right out the window when he realized that Morgan had tensed up not because it was too much, but because he liked it so much he was afraid he’d come too soon.

Setting a brisk pace, Hayes knew he’d found the right angle when Morgan clenched, and he barely reached down, getting a hand around Morgan’s cock, nearly dripping with precome, before he shuddered and his body tightened impossibly around Hayes.

Hayes couldn’t do anything else but follow him right over the edge, grinding deep and feeling his own orgasm overtake him.

They slumped down to the bed, and for a second all Hayes could hear was the sound of their labored breathing, mixed together.

Then, something else. A low sound, half-muffled by the covers.

Was Morganlaughing?

“You okay?” Hayes asked. He didn’t want to move, but if Morgan wasn’t okay, then he needed to. He pulled out and rolled over, tucking a clean hand underneath Morgan’s chin and lifting up.

Morgan looked blissed out and happy. “I’m good. Great, honestly. Happy one month anniversary. One month and six some-odd years,” he said, still chuckling. “That special occasion enough for you?”