Page 35 of The Token Yank

“What?” Rafe asked. His heart pounded in hisears.

But Eamonn didn’t say anything. His blue eyes darkened. He tightened his grip on Rafe’sfist.

“Eamonn.”

He pulled Rafe to him and kissed himhard.

Eamonn

The animal look on Rafe’s face. The masculine energy pouring from his fists. The fuckinggrunting.

Eamonn had to have him. He had toconsumehim.

They were bound together by some kind of gravitational force. Rafe wriggled his fist away and rubbed his hands on Eamonn’schest.

He clamped his hands on Rafe’s lithe frame, down his torso. Rafe’s erection dug into his leg, and Eamonn’s cock was just as forceful. He ran his fingers through those unruly curls, loving the way they slipped over his hands. He smelled the light scent of sweat from their boxing session on Rafe’s forehead andneck.

“Eamonn.” He stopped Eamonn’s hand from undoing his jeans. He remembered they were in the middle of a pitch. “Maybe we should wait until we get back to thedorm.”

“I can’t fucking wait.” He said it as a raspy whisper. Lust choked his throat. Eamonn didn’t care who walked by or who saw them. He couldn’t move from this point. Not when he was enjoying the best snogging session of his fuckinglife.

He walked Rafe back against the goalpost, pushing netting off his shoulder. Rafe’s hands were all over his body in an instant. Rafe was nearly clawing at his shirt. Rafe grunted out a moan that threatened to send Eamonn over theedge.

Eamonn slapped his American arse with one hand while the skated across Rafe’s waistline and circled the button of his jeans. That hard cock pressed against his leg. He bit and sucked on Rafe’s lowerlip.

“Do you want me tostop?”

“No,” Rafewhispered.

“Do you want me to put my hand on yourcock?”

Rafe trembled under his fingers. “Yes.”

Eamonn flicked open Rafe’s jeans button while his tongue explored the insides of Rafe’s mouth. Rafe exhaled a shaking breath. Eamonn unzipped his fly and reached inside. Rafe let out a huge moan that carried across the field. Eamonn’s calloused hands rubbed themselves around Rafe’scock.

Rafe’s teeth chattered as theykissed.

“Y’alright?” Eamonnasked.

Rafe noddedyes.

“Justcold?”

“No.”

“I’ll shut up.” Eamonn nibbled at his bottom lip. He had a bad habit of getting chatty during sex, something Nathan tried to break himof.

“No. Keep talking. Your accent is so hot. Please keeptalking.”

Well, fuckNathan.

“You like my hands on yourcock?”

Rafe shook his head yes. He jutted out his hips to give Eamonn better leverage and gripped the netting behind him forsupport.

He pulled Rafe’s cock fully out and began stroking it. Its heat burned into his hand. “You are so fuckinghard.”

Rafe unbuttoned Eamonn’s jeans and let out another moan when he made contact with his dick. The cold of the air was negated by the heat justsouth.