Page 116 of Fair Catch

The door to my room creaks open as I enter, and I immediately find Kason’s motionless silhouette in my bed beneath the covers.

My heart ratchets a little at the sight, pounding against my ribs hard enough, I swear they might crack. Shatter at the seams with every beat, and it only confirms everything thought in my mind back at my parents.

That Quinton was right.

I love him.

The word doesn’t even startle me when I think it, which in itself is astounding. With the rocky way things began between us, there was a point I thought I’d never be able to tolerate his presence. Now, here I am, head over heels for him.

Slowly peeling my jacket off, I fold it over my desk chair and strip out of my remaining clothes. My eyes never leave him as I do, unable to look away from the person calling to me like a moth to a flame.

Left in only my underwear, I climb onto the mattress and slip beneath the sheets beside him. Craving the strong warmth of his body, I shift until my chest is flush against his back, the heat of his skin on mine grounding me. A soft sigh leaves him when I drape my arm over his waist, and I feel his body relax into mine.

I’ve never felt more at home than right here, like this.

“Hey, baby,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, then the side of his neck. “I missed you the rest of the night.”

In his slumber, Kason lets out another soft moan, his subconscious arching his neck for my lips to have better access.

Skating my fingertips over his obliques, I’m met with the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. I slide my finger beneath it, just barely, and follow it around to the spot below his belly button.

My lips trail over his shoulders, peppering over the countless freckles I’ve become obsessed with while I slip my hand under his waistband. His cock is half-hard, even in his sleep, and it only takes a few strokes to bring it completely to life.

“Mmm,” Kason mumbles, arching his hips into my touch.

I’m not sure if he’s still asleep, awake, or in some in-between state at this point, but I continue kissing any part of his body within reach, murmuring against his skin, “It was unfair, how good you looked tonight in that suit. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to strip you out of it myself.”

One of his hands reaches back, sliding along my thigh until he reaches my ass. He grabs and squeezes it through my underwear before urging me to rock forward into him, and I smile against his skin.

“I wish I would’ve listened to my instincts telling me to take you upstairs and have my way with you,” I whisper, rolling my hips in time with my strokes. “The thought of bending you over the end of my bed and fucking you while everyone else was downstairs almost had me coming undone.”

Kason’s arching into my touch now, his dick sliding through my fist with enough force to know he’s definitely awake. His breathing is coming out in soft pants, lust-filled tension lining his back and shoulders.

“Hayes.” He whispers my name on a sigh before turning in my arms and taking my mouth in a deep, slow kiss.

I roll over top of him, settling between his thighs as I start to move my body against his. The ridge of his cock is thick and hard against mine, and I can feel the heat through the fabric of our underwear.

Every part of me is ready to bury myself inside him, but I don’t want to rush this.

I don’t want to lose this feeling.

So I take my time, breaking free from his mouth to kiss down his body, taking detours every chance I get; tracing his abs with my tongue, brushing my lips across his sternum, taking his nipples in my teeth. But it’s when I reach the spot over his heart—the thing I so desperately want to hold in the palm of my hands—I stop.

My body trembles as I press kiss after kiss to his left pec, right where his heart is, unable to stop myself.

I’ve never been so consumed before. So desperate and full of need for someone else.

It’s unraveling me at the seams.

“Want you so much, baby,” I whisper against his skin, and it’s not lost on me that the words aren’t just meant for him as a whole, but also the organ beating in his chest.

The thing I want more than anything else in this world.

“Then have me,” he utters back, filling the darkened room with the words.

Always.

The word is as instinctual as breathing, and it spurs me into action, stripping him of his underwear before ridding myself of my own. The lube from my nightstand is in my palm a few seconds later, popping the cap and coating my fingers with it. Nudging his knees apart, I slide them up his crease, spreading the lube around his rim before slowly dipping inside. He’s tight and warm and fucking perfect as I slowly work him open, my eyes fixated on his face while he watches me.

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