Page 56 of Breakaway Goals

Hayes couldn’t help the grin that overtook his face. He knew he looked good, but it felt better than he’d anticipated to have Morgan say it, especially like that.

Hope to see you tomorrow, he wrote back. Breakfast in bed?

Think we can arrange that, Morgan said.

Satisfied that he’d worn Morgan down sufficiently that he had a good chance of getting sex along with his coffee in the morning, he turned on his white noise and let it carry him to sleep.

It was long past midnight when Hayes finally turned into his driveway.

The outside lights were on, which he expected, but after pulling into the garage and grabbing his duffel from the back seat, he was surprised to see one of the kitchen lights, the dim one over the sink.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t left it on, but maybe his housekeeper had, accidentally.

As he toed his shoes off, he considered it.

Couldn’t remember if she’d been scheduled to come by while he was gone, but between the season and Morgan distracting him, it wasn’t a stretch to think he’d just forgotten.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and dragged his tired ass towards his bedroom, stopping in his tracks, sure that his exhaustion was playing tricks on him.

Because the room wasn’t dark and his bed wasn’t empty.

Morgan grinned at him, in that smug way of his that might’ve been more annoying if he wasn’t mostly naked and currently waiting up for Hayes to come home. Like he belonged here.

“Hey,” Morgan said, like his appearance was nothing. Like Hayes had known he’d be here. And maybe he should have. He’d sent the picture, hadn’t he? And heavily hinted that he’d wanted Morgan to let himself in in the morning and find Hayes in bed.

This was so much better .

“Hey,” Hayes tried, trying to keep his voice even. But he probably looked overwhelmed with the surprise of it. Thrilled about it, too.

“Surprise,” Morgan said, patting the bed next to him. “You wanted me to come over tomorrow morning . . .” He paused, checking the nonexistent watch on his wrist. “And technically, it’s morning.”

“It is.” Hayes gave up on keeping anything steady. He was still standing halfway between the doorway and the bed. Was afraid if he took one step, he’d take half a dozen and crawl right onto Morgan, refusing to take no for an answer.

“And,” Morgan said with a shrug that was clearly supposed to be casual, but looked way too practiced to actually be, “I always hated coming home from a road trip, late at night, to an empty dark house.”

Hayes did not fall to his knees. He did not. But he thought about it.

He did drop his bag to the floor and finally cross over to the bed.

“Come here,” Morgan said, and he didn’t need another invitation.

He’d thought about taking a long hot shower and falling into bed, but all those thoughts were wiped from his brain. Hayes wanted only one thing.

Shucked his sweats. Crawled right over Morgan’s body, gasping a little as Morgan tugged his T-shirt off, and they pressed together, skin to skin.

“Hey,” Morgan said, cupping his cheek as Hayes leaned close. He still looked smug, but how could Hayes even be annoyed about that when he had this , when Morgan was in his bed?

“Already said that,” Hayes teased.

“Missed you, glad you’re back,” Morgan said. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

They could talk about how bone-deep happy Hayes was that he’d found Morgan here tonight, but right now, Hayes only wanted to do one thing.

He gripped Morgan’s sides with his thighs and rolled their bodies over. Morgan got the memo, and his next kiss was insistent and deep. Hayes gasped into his mouth.

Kissing was so good, and it was especially incredible between them, after so long missing Morgan’s mouth on his, but they’d been kissing. Hayes didn’t just want more, he needed more.

But he didn’t have to say so. Morgan knew, because he always knew. A moment later, his lips meandered down Hayes’ neck and then his collarbone. Drifted farther, giving him a nip right above his nipple, and then lower still, licking up his abs.

“Fuck,” Hayes ground out as Morgan pressed a palm against his twitching hard-on.

“Feel good, angel?” Morgan murmured into his skin. “You want more?”

“God, yes,” Hayes breathed out unsteadily.

He was almost dizzy from how quickly they were going, the transition between the assumption he’d be going to bed alone to Morgan tugging off his briefs, hot mouth finally sliding down his cock.

He dug his heels into the mattress and tried to think unsexy thoughts, because Morgan between his legs, sucking him down like he’d spent the last six years dreaming about doing it, was making him lose it way faster than he wanted.

“So good,” he groaned as Morgan’s tongue did something ridiculous. His mouth was so hot and wet it was fucking heaven. Morgan liked to call him angel, but Hayes wasn’t sure the opposite wasn’t closer to the truth.

This was all he’d ever wanted; it was impossible to put on the brakes even when he knew he should. He just wanted to dive right into the deep end and never come up for air.

It was that good, and then Morgan slid a wet finger behind his balls and up against his hole.

“I . . .” His voice wavered, which might have been embarrassing if he hadn’t looked down and seen the look on Morgan’s face, equally as overwhelmed.

“You want that?” Morgan’s voice was fucked out too. Rough around the edges and desperate.

They had practice tomorrow, but no game. He could deal with it.

“Please,” Hayes said, and Morgan groaned, like Hayes was actually the drop-dead sexy one here.

Saliva wasn’t going to be enough to open him up, not for Morgan’s cock, but Morgan didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Toying with just one finger and then finally another, making Hayes squirm and swear.

“Come on,” Hayes finally begged, “get the lube. I’m dying here.”

Morgan muttered a curse under his breath as he got to his feet. His cock was hard and red, wet at the tip. Clearly he was just as turned on as Hayes was, and Hayes hadn’t even touched him.

Something he should remedy, and he was in the middle of thinking about how he would—get his mouth and his hands on Morgan’s dick—when Morgan slid three wetter fingers into him and brushed right up against his prostate.

“Fuck,” Hayes screeched. Probably not in a very attractive way, but it felt so good he might be going out of his mind. “Get in me now .”

“One minute,” Morgan said, annoyingly.

“We’ve waited long enough,” Hayes said, wiggling his ass. “Come on .”

“So fucking impatient,” Morgan complained, but his fingers were shaking as he rearranged Hayes’ hips, angling him just right before sliding inside.

Every time Hayes had thought of how it had been six years ago, he’d tell himself that it had to be a mirage of some kind or he was just plain misremembering how good it was. Usually he gave himself a pep talk like, you’ve had good sex before and you’ll have good sex again.

But sex with Morgan wasn’t just good; it was like he freaking rearranged the fabric of Hayes’ universe.

Morgan gripped Hayes’ knee, sliding it up to his thigh, leaned into him and fucked him deaf, blind, and stupid.

Hayes was aware he was probably making some really dumb noises, saying a lot of nonsense, but none of that mattered.

All he cared about was the fucking flawless slide of Morgan’s cock into him, over and over again, his dick brushing against Morgan’s abs, catching a little on the skin.

He was going to come just from this, and that was insane, but Hayes could only hang on and beg for more.

He came, and Morgan let out an equally unsteady groan before his own hips stuttered and he fell right onto Hayes.

They were both panting heavily, Hayes’ fingers slipping along the sweaty curves of Morgan’s shoulders. Morgan was sort of crushing him, but Hayes decided he didn’t care. It had been too good to worry about things like messes and dirty sheets and breathing.

Breathing, totally overrated.

“I’m probably killing you,” Morgan mumbled into his neck.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’d die happy,” Hayes said, pressing his mouth to the side of Morgan’s sweaty hair.

Morgan sighed, a happy content sound that Hayes would never have imagined he could make. And he was the one who’d made Morgan feel that good.

“Give me a minute, and then we’ll get up. Clean up.”

“Shower?” Hayes offered. “I was going to wash the airplane off, anyway.”

“Always with the best ideas.” Morgan sounded dick-drunk. Love-struck. Blown away by it. Hayes understood. How was he supposed to go about his normal life when this was waiting for him at home?

It was a fucking miracle he was still playing hockey games.

There’d been a point when he’d been sure that Morgan was exaggerating when he said he’d have done something stupid in Toronto to keep this, to keep him . Hayes had gotten it then, but he’d never understood it more than he did right now.

“I love you.” He’d told himself he wouldn’t go overboard saying it all the time, but what else could he say to possibly express the way his heart felt like it just kept expanding, growing and growing until it felt like it could contain all the mysteries of the universe?

“Love you too.” Morgan kissed his shoulder. Then groaned and finally pulled out, rolling over. “Come on, angel. Shower time.”

They were quiet in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. Hayes stepping in first and Morgan following him.

They got clean and then Morgan crowded him against the chilly tile, kissing him soft and sweet.

They made out lazily and then finally got out, drying off.

Hayes got out new sheets and threw the others into the washer.

By the time he got back, Morgan had the bed made. Hayes raised an eyebrow.

“You’re probably exhausted,” Morgan said, cheeks flushed. Like it was something to be embarrassed about.

“Thanks, babe,” Hayes said, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “And if I didn’t say it sufficiently, I’m really, really glad you were here when I got home.”

“It wasn’t overstepping?”