Page 81 of Good Pucking Luck

“I love you too. Holy shit. I can’t believe I forgot about that. I’m so fucking in love with you, Rylan.”

My heart soars, and I don’t have it in me not to cut him off with my mouth. Hayes doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses me hard and deep, pressing his tongue into my mouth, arms tight around me, nails digging into my back.

Blood rushes toward my groin, making my dick pulse and throb as it lengthens. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve had him, but… “Need you,” I admit.

“Need you too.” His gaze meets mine, strong and steady, but I see the nerves there too. “Can I top you?”

“Fuck yes,” I reply, knowing how big of a deal that is for him. Hayes has been insecure to try, but in this moment, he feels comfortable enough with me, wants to give that part of himself to me, and it makes me feel like I’m holding the Stanley Cup right now.

I lift him, Hayes laughing as I do, then go straight for the stairs.

“Someone’s in a hurry.”

“My sexy boyfriend who is totally in love with me is about to give up that good dick. Of course I’m excited.”

This time, we both laugh.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Hayes

With my armsand legs wrapped around Rylan, I kiss him as he walks through his bedroom. His mouth tastes like mint, his skin tinged with the scent of his citrusy soap mixed with his natural, almost spicy smell.

I slide down his body and to my feet, trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I confronted Malcolm, and I’m in love with Rylan.

Rylan is in love with me.

My life has taken a pretty fucking exciting twist in the last few months.

While our tongues tangle and move together, I let my hands travel down his back and palm the firm curves of his muscular ass. He flexes it, and I laugh into his kiss because it’s absolutely ridiculous how much he likes showing me how muscular he is. I can’t pretend I don’t like it too.

I’m going to be inside him. That’s wild to think about—that this man wants me to fuck him. That the hard cock behind his shorts is for me and what I’m about to do to him.

“Want you,” he says, pulling away and reaching for the hem of his shirt.

I swat his hands away. “I get to lead this show, remember?”

He smirks. “It’s so hot when you take control.”

I’m going to choose to believe him on that.

I pull his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. “You’re so beautiful.” My hands dance over his pecs, down his abs and back up again. His nipples are pebbled, and I pluck each onewith my fingers, letting his responsive moan wash over me. “You’re like a work of art.” One of my hands slips farther south, my palm rubbing against the huge bulge beneath his shorts.

“I like it when you call me pretty. Say it again,” he teases in this way that couldn’t be more Rylan. And as much as I would have thought stuff like that annoying before I met him, all I can do is find it charming now—at least with him.

“Don’t push your luck,” I joke back.

I look up at him, expecting a smirk, some playful expression, but all I see are these big blue eyes filled with so much damn compassion, mixed with a hungry desire I’ve never felt directed at me until Rylan Pierce came into my life.

“You’re so fucking beautiful too.” He cups my face, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he feels what he’s saying. Nothing Rylan tells me is part of a game. It’s not a man trying to get what he wants. It’s real. We’re real.

I wrap my hand around his nape, tugging Rylan down and slamming my mouth to his. This kiss is more frenzied now, desperate, as we devour each other, my hand running up and down his back, blunt nails digging in to the point where I’ll be leaving marks.

I shove my hand down the back of his shorts, feel his hot skin against my palm before dropping to my knees in front of him.

I feel like a king down here for him, something no one has ever made me feel before, as I pull his shorts and underwear down in one swift movement so his gorgeous, thick cock is right in front of me.

“You missing this dick?” he asks, holding the base and tracing my lips with his tip.

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